#tw bubonic plague

[crixaflamma-the-second]

Wdym by diseases?

Like, please tell me everything you want about it, I love hearing people info dumping and it seems really cool

AGJHJSKDHTSG TYSM ANON I LOVE YOU NO ONE HAS EVER REALLY GIVEN ME PERMISSION TO INFODUMP BEFORE ID FOLLOW YOU IF I KNEW WHO YOU WERE

*ahem*

anyways—

to answer the first part of your question, i just think diseases (particularly the deadlier ones) are really cool and know a lot of info about them! im not like breeding bacteria in my bedroom dw

anywho

im literally just gonna yap about the stages/symptoms of various diseases so enjoy :3 (im putting it below the cut got anyone who doesn't want a ton of disease info)

rabies (starting it off strong and deadly af) - basically, rabies has three stages. the first one is the incubation stage. this is when you actually get bitten by the animal and the virus actually enters your body. this is also the only stage where your can actually be treated for it (MASSIVE psa to immediately go to a medical professional is you are ever bitten by a wild animal, especially a predator).

stage two (which can happen days up YEARS after stage one starts depending on the severity and distance from the brain of the bite), is the stage where you the virus reaches actually reaches your brain. if you get to this stage, congratulations, you're fucked. once you start showing symptoms, there's nothing doctors can do to help and the chance of you actually surviving is microscopic. speaking of symptoms, rabies symptoms start off as just flu symptoms. headache, cough, sore throat, fever, ect.

and finally, stage three. i like to call this one the "you have three days left to live stage". this is where the stereotypical/fucking terrifying rabies symptoms appear. a ton of saliva in your mouth/foaming at the mouth, hallucinations, convulsions, aggression, and strangely enough, an extreme fear of water. then, you die. not fun.

idk why but rabies is so fascinating to me. tbh it alone takes up like 50% of the actual disease hyperfixation

onto number two!

the bubonic plauge (told you it was mostly the deadly ones) - ooh boy. where do i even start with this one. well, first off, contrary to popular belief, this bacteria actually ISN'T eradicated! you can still catch it! (it's very rare though, so don't get freaked out thinking you're gonna get the bubonic plague. it is HIGHLY unlikely you will. chill.) and even if by some unfortunate circumstances you do end up catching it, go to the doctor. then you can get so be antibiotics and be better in no time :)

now onto the symptoms!

bubonic plague symptoms are just as—if not more —terrifying as stage three rabies symptoms, which is probably why they're so well known! some good examples are headache, fever, chills, muscle aches, swollen lymphs that leak pus (aka the most well-known symptom), toes and fingers turning black, vomiting, diarrhea, ect. very not fun. and the disease progressed FAST. you go from first contacting the bacteria to dead as a doornail in like two weeks. ya. fucking terrifying.

now for a lil history lesson about it :3

the first major bubonic plague outbreak (in europe btw) was around 1300, and the last major one was around 1600. there were about two major outbreaks a century. and you wanna know how much of europe's population this one little bacteria killed off? two thirds. TWO THIRDS. THAT'S A LOT. so in case you hadn't already guessed, the bubonic plague is SUPER contagious. it spreads from rats to humans (and probably humans to humans with all the bodies piled in the streets...) via flea bites. and yeah, you heard me right. bodies on the streets. the death count was SO HIGH that there weren't enough graves for all the dying people and they just left the corpses to rot in the roads until the were enough graves.

anyways i think that's enough disease infodumping for today! it anyone wants to hear more either dm me or send an ask lol

[jaysen-vor-hee-hees]

long post/rant ahead lmao

i love how there’s a large amount of people that are like “oh if the bubonic plague ever spread again it’s be the end of the world”.

you see the deal with the black death was it only happened because none of them knew how to actually give proper medical care.

plague doctors? they stored pleasant smelling flowers and/or herbs in the “beaks” of their masks because they thought nice smells world ward off the plague. “regular” doctors also used methods that were extremely unnecessary in a lot of cases (including but not limited to blood letting and amputation).

A lot of people also thought it happened because of a loss of belief in God, or some sort of punishment from God, because the Church was still a huge, huge thing back then. A lot of people believed praying to God or wishing blessing upon others (hence the birth of the phrase “bless you” after someone sneezes) would cure the plague.

In truth: if the black plague happened again, it would be similar to, if not less severe, than Covid, which we have (almost) figured out how to handle completely. A relapse of the bubonic plague would not spell the end of the world in any case. As a matter of fact, traces are still around, but they as good as know how to treat it. It’s not a huge deal, and would not be a huge deal should it spread into an epidemic or pandemic.

[busylazy]

Women sweeping their homes with brooms are witches?

Women with black cats are witches?

Witches are burned at the stake.

Oh, now you have the bubonic plague.

Blame your jealous, judgmental religion!

[alterkrystal]

GT 2023 Day 9: Plague

I guess thats what happens when being locked in an abandoned, dirty bathroom with your ankle chained for so long can do to you.

Side notes: Did I forget to tell y'all that Adam Stanheight is one of my favorite Saw characters? Guess I probably did, oh well. On the bright side, Part 1 is coming to an end with a bang and not a whimper!

Adam Stanheight belongs to Leigh Whannell, James Wan, and Lionsgate!

[drawbudd]

you what

[leupagus]

Wow. WOW. Okay, well, let's do this!

This isn't an argument, first of all—there's no conversation happening about who "deserves" credit or not, because that's completely irrelevant when it comes to who is credited as the director. Reading is fundamental, guys! You don't get to decide that MJ — what, didn't work hard enough to get his actual title and role recognized? Fuck off, seriously.

Besides, Scorsese himself has said numerous times that he never worked in any directorial capacity on Goncharov, including in that... real interesting Filmgeschichte interview (can somebody link to the translation, I can't find it). He talks about MJ called him after they wrapped on Lazzaretto Vecchio and gave Scorsese the heads-up about the possible diagnosis...es? Diagnoses? Diagnosi? And yes, Scorsese advocated for re-cutting the fruit stand scene to focus more on the Katya's desire to "corrupt" Sophia (I hate that terminology but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ) rather than Sophia's desperation to be "corrupted." Yay for him, great contribution.

But he didn't actually re-cut the scene! Because HE WASN'T THE DIRECTOR! Do you know who did? THE DIRECTOR!

I know it's been said several times, but guys, seriously, this is kind of gross.

Martin Scorsese DID NOT DIRECT GONCHAROV. Yes, there was that awful shit that went down during post-production — and Scorsese definitely stepped up! — but we really have to stop this blatant disrespect for Matteo JWHJ0715 just because we didn't know who he was a week ago.

[theforgottenbuu]

CASE HOON MAN REPORT

TW: SCARY VOID FACE, BLACK OOZE

CASE HOON MAN: THE HOON MAN

A terrifying discovery was found out when Case HOON MAN began to spew excess black goo from his mouth.

during a check up on the Hoon Man’s health, he began spewing a large amount of black ooze, something he had never done before. It’s still spewing during this report.

The black ooze has a very bad smell, a smell similar to rotten eggs. A thick consistency and is very sticky.

After some research, it is now known that the black ooze spreads Yersinia pestis, otherwise known as the Bubonic Plague.

Some workers who had contact with the ooze on their skin are experiencing symptoms of the Bubonic plague, albeit worse.

D.D.D workers are advised to stay away from the Hoon Man until the ooze spewing stops.

An image of the Hoon Man taken during the spewing

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

May I make a request? How does yandere Ashley Graves react when she finds out that her darling is getting married to someone else? Like an arranged marriage thing.

You may!

TW: Drugging, Kidnapping, Forced Kiss, Yandere themes

Yandere!Ashley Graves x Arranged Marriage Reader

It wasn’t fair

This wasn’t fair

Ashley thought arranged marriages died with the fucking bubonic plague but nooOooo!

No, no they just had to be a thing still- somehow!

And given her luck, it came for her beloved

First she screamed, then destroyed her and Andrew’s room in her frustrations, and then like most of her fits, had a huge cry within the rubble

But crying wasn’t going to get you back to her

Crying wasn’t going to kill that hussy who took you

Most people would give up, cut their losses and accept that a future with you was not possible

….but Ashley Graves was not most people

You paced around your room- well, technically it wasn’t your room- it was the hotel’s- but still your room regardless.

Your parents had chosen this place to have the wedding, the place having a vast array of rooms beyond the lobby downstairs, most ceremony halls for occasions such as this. Weddings. Your wedding.

The shockwaves hit you all at once again, making you stumble back til you were sitting on your bed. Your hands clutched the sides of your head, only semi aware to not mess up your hair. You were getting married, and to a person you barely knew. It was a struggle to write your vows for this occasion- what were you supposed to say?!

“Hey stranger, we’ve only known each other for three months and I can count the number of dates we’ve had on my hand but- I’m happy to be marrying you! Yaaayyyyyy, this totally won’t backfire!”

You managed to schlop some cheese fest of wedding vows together, best not ruin this for your future partner. Though frazzled, this probably wasn’t what they wanted either. No, this was a decision made by your parents for their benefit- not your own.

You could just walk out. Leave quietly but- no. You can’t do that. You can’t embarrass your future partner like that. They didn’t ask for this. Neither of you did.

Your wallowing was interrupted by a knock to the door, causing you to perk up and look over. The knocking continued, clearly whoever was on the other side was too impatient to wait 5 goddamn minutes. You stood up with a huff, running your hands over your face as you trudged over.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” The knocking continued, and you almost threw it open- your glare fading as you looked at who it was.

Standing behind the door with a disheveled looking cleaning cart was one of the hotel’s maid staff. The lower half of her face was obscured by what looked like a surgeon’s mask, her black hair spilling over her shoulders as she awkwardly stood with a toilet scrubber.

“Uhh- cleaning?” She waved the scrubber a little, her voice slightly muffled by the mask.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, “I- Can this wait? I’m still kinda…in here.” You gestured to the room behind you, but the maid took that as a welcome rather than a ‘fuck off’. She pushed the cart past you, nearly running over your feet.

“Nope! Can’t wait at all! You’re the last room on my route and I want my break now!”

You watched as she began working on your room, tossing your things off of your bed without care to half hazardly fold it. With a sigh, you stood back up, checking to see if your shoes were scuffed, “Fine, whatever…I won’t be in here much longer anyways.”

You shut the door, your back to the maid as she worked away. You wanted to be alone, to have some quiet…but she didn’t exactly take the hint.

“You’re….one of the people getting married today?” She inquired, not hard to deduce given your outfit and general lack of pep in your step.

“Yup,” you grimaced, “And I’m so- happy…”

Why bother hiding your disappointment, you didn’t care anymore. You also probably would never see this woman again so who cares if you’re being depressing. Rustling behind you caused you to perk up, and you spotted a glass in the corner of your eye. You turned, outstretched to you was a glass of water.

“Here,” she offered, “Maybe a drink will help.”

You went to take it, before retracting your hand with suspicion. Where did she get that from?

Sensing your hesitance, she sighed, “Relax, it’s not dirty cleaning water or whatever- it’s one of the complimentary bottles.”

Easing your worries, you took the glass and drank. The water was lukewarm, feeling almost thick in your mouth. Warm water sucked, but it was better than nothing. She wasn’t lying, you did feel a bit better….if not tired now.

No longer fueled by dread, the stress from this situation must’ve overtaken you- leaving you drowsy and tired. You set the glass down on the nearest surface, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands.

“Here,” the maid took your arm and led you to the bed for you to lie down on, “The ceremony’s not for a bit…how about you rest your eyes, and sleep off all this stress.”

Her voice was- comforting almost, lulling you further into sleep as your vision became blurred. Though obscured, you could see the maid looking down at you, removing her mask and brushing her hair back with her hand. Her pink eyes stared directly into yours as she smiled.

“Don’t worry…this’ll all be over soon..”

You don’t know when you came to, but when you did- everything felt worse

Your head hurt, your body hurt- almost like you had been folded in half for a long period of time- your clothes were a mess, and to top it all off

You were on longer in your hotel room

No, no you found yourself in a completely new room- one different to you

You were slouched on what looked to be a bathroom- laundry room combination. In front of you was a shower head with a few products in the small basket suctioned to the grimy wall. Slightly obscured by the wall next to you was a sink with a hose shoved into it, which went beyond your vision allowed you to see.

Looking beside you was a toilet, which you were handcuffed to

Your cuffs jingled as you yanked your hand, attempting to either break the handcuffs or the pipe you were cuffed to. It was rather futile though, as you were still tired from having just woken up.

“Oh, good, you’re awake!”

In a rather cheery tone, you spotted someone walk out from behind the wall- a cheerful smile on her face. The maid from the hotel…except- this wasn’t just a maid…

“Ashley?….” You narrowed your eyes to get a better look.

“Bingo baby!” She shot you a finger gun, crossing closer to your slouched body and kneeling down, “Happy to see me beloved? I’m happy to see youuuu.” She booped your nose, to which you flinched at in response, “You have no idea how much of a pain it was to drag you all the way here.”

You had- so many questions, none of which you could coherently sort through before shouting out, “My wedding!”

“Oh? That,” Ashley glared to the side, “Don’t worry about that silly thing. You didn’t want to get married anyway, you told me yourself.”

She had you there- but you still weren’t too keen on being kidnapped!

“How-“ you shook your head to collect your thoughts, “How long was I out?"

"The dose I gave you shouldn’t have knocked you out for long- I’d sayyyyyyyy, you’d been out for about 24 hours at least.”

24 hours. Oh god.

Your eyes widened as all of this hit you, you- you had to get out of here! Your hand yanked at the cuff, to which Ashley promptly grabbed. Her nails dug into your skin, making you wince.

“Fucking chill okay!” She snapped, “Look- don’t even try getting out. This- this is for your own good.”

She relented her grip, moving her hand from your wrist to interlock her hand with yours. She shifted her stance, now overtop of you. You moved your head back to keep your distance from her lips as they got closer, though the wall behind you limited your escape.

“Relax sweetheart..” she ran her hand down your chest, her eyes as lulling as ever, “You didn’t want to marry that hussy anyways, so why are you fighting this?” Her lips just barely ghosted above your own, “Maybe now….you can marry someone you actually want to? How’s that sound?”

Before you could give your objection to this ceremony, Ashley silence with a kiss. Your protests muffled against her lips, and the wall preventing you from pulling away.

The kiss felt like an eternity, the jingling cuffs eventually stopping and your protests dying down as you relented and returned the kiss. Her lips felt soft, but her teeth were sharp- practically cutting your lip.

She pulled away, a wide grin planted firmly on her face while you remained dazed and confused.

“You may now kiss the bride!” She giggled dopily, pressing her forehead against your own. In unholy matrimony.

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Vampire X f! reader pt. 1

The Woods PT. 2

Tw: noncon, dubcon,manipulation, mind control, isolation, sexual attraction to blood, blood.

A/N: This chapter is a slow burn kind. Mainly because the second chapter is just going to be smut due to certain circumstances which are revealed at the end of the story.

Kofi: Wanna buy me a coffee?

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Your quiet gothic-themed village was never afraid of many things. Not even the bubonic plague scared the villagers. But, something that did scare them was the woods. They called it The Forest of Blood or El Bosque de Sangre. A long time ago, during the medieval ages, a family of wealthy nobles from Transylvania moved to your village. With their luggage were a human-sized coffin and a blanket with engravings of DC on them. They stayed in their castle surrounded by woods until the villager's livestock began to die. Cows and pigs as pale as ghosts with markings on their necks. The only clue was a trail of blood leading into the dark forest.

The villagers took their weapons and marched to the noble's castle, only to find the family in such a horrific condition, not even the graveyard thieves wanted them. Though, others say the family are beings of another name. Some called them Nosferatus, Draculas, Creatures of the Night, Demons, Bloodsuckers, anything but a human being. But that never worried you. What worries you were the girls going missing at the start of every winter, about a couple weeks before the first snowfall. No one knew who would be next, but no one dared to lock their daughters inside. For the last time they did, your village of Verano had mysteriously lost numerous amounts of harvest and livestock. And so here you are, walking to your grandmother's house to keep her company.

It didn't bother you that it's dark as you walk the dirt roads to your grandmother's house. You were used to the dark. It felt like home in a weird way. Even the predators that snatch livestock from the pens respect you as if you are one of their own. Although, it would lead to the villagers thinking you are a witch of some sort. But that didn't bother you either, for you always thought about flying high in the sky and doing witchy things with your friends, especially your friend, Nos, who you knew since that fateful day all those years ago.

"What are you doing behind that bush?"

The boy with pale skin and raven black hair looked at you with shock, fear, and surprise in his eyes.

"Come on, don't you want to play with the other children?"

The boy nodded and took your hand as you ran into the field to play with the village children. You put a flower crown on his head and held both his hands as you began to spin around.

"Nosferatu! Dracula! Demon and Creature of the Night! Everything you'll scream when they bite! Pure as snow! A virgin wearing a white wedding dress! Dye it red and rest in the forest! Be their bride in unholy matrimony!"

Your grandma walked up to you and said to say goodbye to the now-happy boy. You hugged him goodbye and skipped back to her cottage. When you got to her house, your grandma whispered in your ear.

"Nunca hables de los Nosferatus y sus novias. O de lo contrario desaparecerás en el bosque también."

"Bien, abuela."

That was fifteen years ago, and he's been your best friend ever since, even if you could never have adventures in the woods because you feared disappearing from the village.

"Nos, why do you insist on creeping behind me so much?" You ask, turning around to face a six foot three Nos.

"You shouldn't be walking out here so late at night. There are dangerous things in these woods," Nos says, putting his coat on your shoulders. "You should come back to my place and get warm."

"Sorry, grandma needs me to help with the pre-Christmas party," You reply, trying to move through the mud. "Did you hear about it supposedly snowing today?"

"Yes, I did, love. Are you going to start up about those girls going missing again?" Nos asks, walking side by side with you.

"How could I not?! It's supposed to be the first snowfall today, and not a single girl from the village has disappeared!" You exclaim, turning around to face Nos.

"Darling, those girls probably ran away from home. They found someone better in the world and left to explore it," Nos responds, taking you into his arms and dancing you around.

Snow begins to fall, and soon the roads become milky white. You made it to your grandma's house only to find she wasn't there. She had left on an emergency trip to Venice to help one of your cousins give birth. Your grandma had left a centuries-old family cookbook for you if you wished to cook something for dinner.

"It's snowing pretty heavy, darling. How about you stay at my place until it stops," Nos suggests, buttoning up the coat he put over you.

"That sounds fine, but what about you? Won't you be cold?" You ask, starting to shiver.

"I'll be fine. The cold doesn't affect me that much," Nos replies, taking the cookbook and carrying it in his bag. "Come, we can cook dinner and get warm by the fireplace."

You nod and follow his lead until he tries to enter the forest. The dark, snow-covered forest seemed to be staring back at you. Nothing made a sound, and nothing moved. You weren't sure if it was because of the snow absorbing the sound or because this forest was so terrifying that nobody dared enter it.

"It's ok. It's a shortcut to my manor. It's only a couple feet away, I promise," Nos promises, gently holding your hand. "If you feel safer, I'll hold you in my arms the whole time."

"Fine, but don't let me go," You whimper as Nos carries you like a princess.

Nos was known as a lady killer or a charming noble, depending on who you ask. Even though he only came into the village to meet you, he garnered attention from other girls. He got proposal after proposal but kept declining them. The girls eventually got over him, but the female elders couldn't help but notice how no boy or gentleman in the village would ask for your hand in marriage. Their husbands told them to pay no mind to it, but they stopped paying attention to you when predators acted like domesticated animals around them. Though others theorized you were the next Novia de Nosferatu.

"We're here! I'll get you some overnight clothes and make a fire. You can pick out a recipe if you want to," Nos says, handing you your family cookbook.

"I'll choose something yummy," You say, scurrying to the kitchen.

After fifteen minutes, Nos returned downstairs and saw you preparing to cook your family's calzone recipe. He wrapped his arms around your waist and asked if he could help.

"I'm fine, Nos. Why don't you get us something to drink?" You reply, putting the rolling pin away.

"Of course, darling. I'll be right back," Nos says, going to the cellar.

Dinner was ready, and Nos poured two glasses of wine. You brought the food to the table and began to eat with your friend.

"Sorry if the wine tastes bad. I know you're more accustomed to fruity alcoholic drinks," Nos comments, eating a piece of the calzone. "You're still not afraid of these woods, are you? My room has a pretty good view of the trees. It gets wonderful sun and moonlight as well."

"Don't you have a guest bedroom?" You ask, trying not to earn the title of village whore just for innocently sleeping with a guy.

"I'm afraid all the guest bedrooms are-oh fuck it. You've been the light of my life all the way into adulthood. Would you-would you please be mine?" Nos proposes, pulling out a box with a ring with a dark red gem.

The ring was silver with black markings going around it. It was something that only the richest of the rich could afford.

"Nos...of course I'll marry you!" You exclaim, kissing your now fiance.

"Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure? It's not the alcohol talking, right?" Nos questions, pouring you another glass of wine.

"It's not the alcohol talking. Besides, based on things are for me in the village, it seems you're the only guy who would willingly marry me," You respond, drinking the second glass of wine until it's half full. "What type of wine did you give me? It tastes so metallic."

Nos moves closer to you, eventually capturing you in an embrace. You can feel his muscles twitch, and he kisses the crook of your neck. Nos slips the ring onto the middle finger on your right hand.

"I'm glad you wanted this as much as I did, my unholy bride," Nos whispers, his voice becoming raspy and hissing towards the words of unholy bride.

"Wha-"

You have no time to react before he bites you full force. Your ring extends a needle or blade into your skin and shoots something into you. You couldn't break out of his arms and felt nothing but pain. Your nerves felt like they were on fire, your body began to shiver, and your eyes felt like they were about to explode.

"Sh, sh, sh, it's ok. You'll get through the transformation soon. It’ll be nothing but pleasure from here on out, my love,” Nos comforts, gently stroking your head. “Once you drink my blood, the transformation will be complete, and we can be together forever.”

“Nos…Nosfer…Nosferatu!” You scream, rage and fear flowing through your blood.

“No! Call me Nos. I’m still your sweet, Nos. I’m your wonderful fiancé!” Panic is in his voice as he realizes he’s starting to lose you.

You yowl in pain, and with the newly formed claws, you swipe at Nos. He jumps away from you as you run toward the library. Everything was black and red. There was no other color present. You see a book on a desk and fiercely open it, only to find out some things are better left as secrets.

“The son of the chief of Verano made a deal with the blood devils. One maiden will be the sacrifice for us all and be the devil's future mother. A sacrifice made before the first snowfall, or else we will pay for it all,” You read the page making more anger surface. “This year’s Blood bride is Y/N. Please note that the heir has chosen to court her and then ask for her hand in marriage.”

“Darling, no! Don’t read that book! You’ll get confused!” Nos yells, grabbing your shoulder. “ Your body is tired from the transformation. You need to rest!"

"Don't touch me! I can't believe I was ever your friend! How long?! How long did you plan on doing this to me?!" You rage, tears falling down your cheeks.

"I only- thirteen. I knew you were my bride at thirteen and have courted you ever since. You wanted to stay friends, and I still wanted a relationship, so I abided by your wishes and drove suitors away from you. I didn't want you to find out who I was through force like the other brides of my family. I wanted it to be a nice experience for you." Nos holds you in his arms as your claws swipe at him drawing slow-moving blood. "We can still have a wedding with your family. I'll invite them, and they'll know you're ok."

"Do you know what you've done?! Everyone in the village thinks I'm cursed or a witch!" You scream, trying to get out of his arms. "I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

"NO! You don't hate me! It's the vampire venom talking! You love me! You love me just like you did before!" He growls, slamming you onto the brick wall. "Clearly, we need a little couples therapy until that is gone from your system."

He bites your neck, and pleasure goes into your veins. Your legs wrap around his, and your hips unconsciously grind on his crotch. Nos is too strong from drinking your blood to try pushing him away. You can only try to keep your body still as he drinks from you. Your vision goes dark, and you let out a small moan.

When you wake up, your vision is dark, and your naked body feels cramped. You push open the padded ceiling, and something metal moves as light hits your face. Red liquid falls on you from above, making everything but your face smell metallic. You crawl out of the coffin, trying to head towards the backdoor facing the woods. Nos grabs you and licks your cheek, making you shiver.

"I think this will bring us closer together, don't you?" Nos asks, removing his red robes and putting his naked body against yours. "I won't take your virginity until the wedding night unless you want to lose your virginity before then."

"I will never marry you!" You scream, trying to break away but can't due to the wet blood.

"Oh, I love it that you're still stubborn. Let me treat and clean you up, my love," Nos kisses as his hands go straight to your crotch and breast.

He sticks his fingers in you and rubs your nipple as he makes out with you. Nos looks at you, and his brown eyes become bright red.

"Focus on the sensations. In and out," Nos whispers, kissing the previous bitemark he gave you.

You felt like you were losing your mind. You didn't want to follow his orders. Soon enough, you were begging for him to finish you off. He took out his fingers from inside you after you orgasmed. He sucked on his fingers covered in your juices and blood. Then, began to lick the blood on your body. You tried tugging at his pants from below, but he swatted your hands away. Nos licked and kissed his way down to your crotch, where he found that you were bleeding. His face lit up, and you were too euphoric and full of lust to care what would happen next.

"It seems your body has decided that we must have our wedding now," Nos says, taking you into his arms so he can put you in a bath. "We're going to have one bloody hell of a wedding, darling."

[alternatehistoryworlds]

A happier life for Henry VIII's children: Part 3.

Edward was the son of King Henry VIII of England and his third wife Jane Seymour. The birth of a healthy boy was a great miracle and joy not only for his father, but for the whole of England. Edward's childhood was happy, because he had his own mother with him, who with her gentle voice could calm and support him. But it did not last long, in 1547 the boy had to grow up sharply and take on his children's shoulders the responsibility for the whole country, because his father Henry VIII died. His older sister Mary, Queen of France, became regent until the little king came of age. Mary ruled in her brother's place for 8 years. In addition, Mary and Jane did not allow the latter's brothers to influence the young king. Edward and Thomas Seymour were angry about this and they even tried to remove Mary from power, but they failed. The Queen of France uncovered the plot and sent them both to the Tower for life. In 1557 Mary's regency ended and she returned to France, and Edward became the rightful ruler of his state. Two years earlier the king had become interested in Protestantism, and secretly from his mother and sister he began to study it. At a council, he told his lords that he wished all England to convert to this religion, and most of his advisors supported his idea. The Queen Dowager of England tried several times to dissuade her son, but he became angry and made it clear that he would not allow her to interfere in his affairs of state. Queen Mary of France also did not lag behind and tried to return her brother to Catholicism and her attempts were not successful. But there were also those who disagreed, and because of this there were riots and rebellions in the country, the rioters demanded that the king left his venture and returned to the true faith. However, the king was not deterred by their demands, Edward managed to quell the rebellions and to appease his subjects, he declared in public that he would be tolerant and let them believe what they wanted. And to reconcile Catholics and Protestants, Edward promised to marry a Catholic princess, but their children would be Protestants, and to marry his other older sister Elizabeth to a Protestant. In 1558, the princess married the eldest son of the King of Sweden and left England for good. The king himself married Mary Stuart a year later. The marriage between the King of England and the Scottish Queen was a very successful and cohesive one. Mary appointed her consort as her companion and they lived on two countries.

Jane of England(1560 - 1618). Duchess of Angoulême. In 1578 she married her cousin Charles. Their married life was not a happy one. After the birth of their last child, the couple finally drifted apart and stopped living together. Four children were born in the marriage.

Henry IX of England(1561 - 1611). King of England, Ireland and Scotland. In 1589 he became King of England, and in 1600 of Scotland. In 1605 he proclaimed himself king of Great Britain. He was married, but did not love his wife, during their marriage he never touched her. Also the king had a mistress who bore him 5 children out of wedlock: Mary, Edward, Elizabeth, Grace and James. Died at the age of 51 of bubonic plague.

James I of England(1563 - 1627). King of Great Britain. Inherited from his older brother, as the latter had no legitimate children. Also, unlike Henry, he loved his wife and never cheated on her. Husband of Elizabeth of Denmark, father of 11 children: Edward VII, Sophia, Charles, George, Isabella, Joan, Frederick, Barbara, Henrietta, Arabella and Robert.

Mary of England(1564 - 1590). Mary was given in marriage to her cousin at the age of 18. The marriage produced 4 children. In 1590, Mary contracted pneumonia and died on the anniversary of her father's death.

Elizabeth of England(1567 - 1570). In 1570, the princess caught cold, contracted pneumonia and died at the age of 3.

Margaret of England(1569 - 1624). She was married twice, but both her husbands died shortly after the marriage. After the death of her second husband, Margaret declared that she would never marry again. She founded a charitable foundation and helped anyone in need, she especially focused on helping women and children.

Edward of England(1572 - 1586). Duke of Somerset and Albany. From birth had poor health. Died at the age of 14 from smallpox.

Richard of England(1575 - 1655). Duke of Somerset and Albany. After the death of his brother in 1586 all his titles passed to him. The Prince was noted for his good health and poetic ability. During his lifetime he became a famous poet. In 1600 he married Elizabeth Howard, after the wedding Richard and Elizabeth removed from the court and began to live a happy and quiet family life. The marriage produced 7 children: Mary, William, Edward, Philip, Anne, Catherine, and Nicholas.

Jane Seymour loved her daughter-in-law as her own daughter, the dowager queen liked to spend time in the circle of her grandchildren. On her son, she had almost no influence, but the king loved his mother and because of respect sometimes listened to her advice. Jane died in 1565, and Edward was greatly grieved by her death. Mary, more than anyone else, understood how her brother felt and despite their differences on matters of religion, came to England to give him moral support. In the end, they finally reconciled. Edward VI was a king beloved by the nobility and the people. For most of his reign, he tried to try on Catholics and Protestants and prevent religious warfare within the country. On top of that, the king gave shelter and protection to Protestants who had fled religious persecution. Edward VI died of tuberculosis in 1589. He was buried in Westminster Abbey next to his parents and other family members. Eleven years later, his wife Mary Stuart was buried next to him.

[cospple]

costco x apple cider CHAPTER ONE!

TW: fighting, yelling, british, idk what else so i apologise if i forgot anything!!!

Authors Note: there’s like. a lot of grammar issues in here, those are because i was lazy. however any spelling mistakes are on purpose fuck the english language. (also i apologize to anyone who isn’t on mobile because i wrote this in my notes app so it’s formatted for mobile)

without further ado, here is our first chapter, enjoy <3

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APPLE

hi my name is apple marie cider and i have long light brown hair and brown eyes. i grew up on an apple orchard (which is how i got my name). i’ve lived in the same small town, on the same 50,739 acre apple orchard for my whole life. the only good thing about this town is the people. well, not ALL of the people. take my sworn enemy, Costco, for example. HIS FULL NAME IS LITERALLY COSTCO COSTCO COSTCO!!! him and his family have been my sworn enemy since generations back. you see, it’s a sort of family feud.. years ago, starting with costcos and my parents, (costcos family owns the town market) costcos mother WOULDNT let my parents sell their apple cider at the market and insulted us for being farmers.. the feud passed down generations, which is why Costco bullies me. in our little town, everyone who knows anyone knows that Costco is an Alpha. you can’t go anywhere without hearing about it. not even the library. i myself am more of an omega. i just don’t like the idea of being mean to people!!! anyway, aside from Costco (i roll my eyes just thinking about him), everyone here is pretty great!

i get up out of bed, put on my overalls and a black t shirt, then i head off to town. i was walking the dirt road from my barn to town, when i felt it. Costco was out there somewhere. wandering around. looking for a submissive and breedable type. “not today Costco.” i whispered under my breath. i would NEVER go out with him. i made my way through town, walking fast. a lot of faces passed, but thankfully none of them were Him. i stopped into a few stores, avoiding Costcos family market. then i picked up the dry cleaning, when all of a sudden…

“hey Apple!” a voice shouted at me. i looked up from my grocery list, and who should i see other than Costco.

“great…” i muttered under my breath. “what do you want, Costco?” i said rudely.

“oh, nothing, nothing…i just couldn’t help but notice that you went to every shop in town, but mine! odd, huh?” he said mockingly.

i rolled my eyes at him. “maybe if your parents weren’t douchebags-“

“HEY!” he barked. “don’t talk about my parents that way! EVER.” i began to shake. i don’t like when people raise their voices at me. i shivered and turned away from him, then began the long and treacherous journey back to my barn.

when i got home, momma stopped me at the door. “are ya’lright honey? have ‘nother run in with Costco?” she said empathetically.

i sighed. “it’s nothin’ momma.. i won’t let him get to me.” 

she smiled her warm apple pie smile and said “good. he ain’t gonna rattle us now, is he? we got a iron clad foundation.” i smiled softly at her, then made my way into the house. i set our groceries on the counter and brought the laundry to my room. then i thought i oughta go talk to pa about what Costco said.

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COSTCO

i took the limo back to my mansion up on the hill, overlooking our vast empire that was the town supermarket. 

“thanks Lionel.” i said, being sure not to scuff my new italian shoes as i stepped out of the limo. 

“pip pip, cheerio!” he called as he drove to the family car park. i swiftly walked into the foyer, where i made sure there wasn’t so much as a spec of dirt on my clothing. i had been far too close to that farm girl during the conversation we had. i was worried she may have given me a disease, like herpes or the bubonic plague. 

after i was sure there were no bacteria on my suit, i walked into the mansion. i walked through our pristine, pearly white halls until i reached my fathers study. 

“hello, father. you will be happy to hear that i-”

“Costco, how many times have i told you? do not disturb me while i am working.” he sternly told me.

“my apologies father…” i said, backing out of the room. he never listens to me.. and i know not to disturb mother down at the market. if i am there it could scare away potential investors or customers, due to my intimidating nature.

instead, i walked through our large, clean, house, smiling at the large painting of the Costco market, no apple cider family products in sight. it gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling, knowing that they are banished to other markets.  a feeling that is, for an alpha like me, unfamiliar. i shrug it off, deciding to go work out in my gym until dinner.

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APPLE

the next day i woke up in my bedroom. it was raining outside, which is good for our crops. i looked around my pastel pink room, thinking about how happy Costco must be. it’s cold and dreary outside, just like his soul. STOP!! WHY ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT HIM??? i thought angrily. what i SHOULD be thinking about is breakfast. i have to go eat my oatmeal, and then i should put on my red poncho and go feed the horses and check the chicken coop for eggs. Costco has no place in any of that. he’s never worked a day in his life! i put my hair in a ponytail and i pulled on a clean pair of jeans, with holes in the knees from kneeling to wash the horse stalls. i put on a long sleeved navy blue henley and my poncho and rain boots.

after doing my morning chores, i went to find momma and pa, and say goodbye before i head off to school. then i put on my rainboots and began to walk to the bus stop. it was raining hard, so i had to put my backpack under my poncho. after 2.11 miles of walking, i made it to the bus stop. there were a few other kids there, but then came Costco. looking UGLY as ever in his stupid Vicuna suit and dumb Italian shoes. god, he needs to get therapy or something. 

“hey Cider, where’d your hunchback come from?” he called out in his stupid stupid accent. OH NO. MY BACKPACK UNDER MY PONCHO LOOKS LIKE A HUNCHBACK?? i thought, feeling like an idiot. everyone at the bus stop began to laugh. hard. this caused me to shake, tears welling up in my eyes. 

“aww what’s wrong? not alpha enough to handle some laughter?” something about the way he said it made me shiver. 

“shut up…” i mumbled. i won’t let him get to me, even as the tears spill over my eyes. his expression seemed to almost.. soften as he realized how his words affected me. he put his hands in his pockets and looked at the wet ground. his hair began to dampen, he must have been too busy looking at himself in the mirror to put on a rain jacket. i couldn’t help but notice the way his icy blue orbs seemed to glow, even as his hair fell in front of them. i then realized i must look odd, i was staring at my sworn enemy as if i…liked him.. or something. now THAT would be funny!

the bus finally arrived, and we boarded back to front. i ended up somewhere in the middle, sitting alone. no one wants to sit next to me because im a stupid farm girl. suddenly i felt the air seem to grow thicker, the room darker, colder even. and who should sit next to me but the one and only Costco. in the moment i wished i had sat in the back, next to stinky John, because at least then i wouldn’t be stuck here, next to the most wretched, evil creature ever to walk the earth. 

“look, i know im an alpha, and.. i don’t usually say stuff like this, ESPECIALLY not to YOU. but… im sorry for what i said at the bus stop. i saw how it affected you and i just… never mind its dumb anyway..” he said shyly. i’ve never heard Costco say something like that before. 

“oh. um- i- i- i guess its uh- it’s fine. it’s no big deal- i guess…” i said, hoping he couldn’t tell i was nervous to be around him. i don’t even like him, yet he makes me stumble over every other word. it’s crazy! 

we didn’t talk for the whole rest of the bus ride. we finally got to the schoolhouse 20 minutes later. we got off the bus and went our separate ways, thank god. i don’t want to talk to him again today. he kind of scared me, being so…nice…like that on the bus. he’s NEVER like that, especially not to me. 

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COSTCO

i can’t believe i just apologized. to APPLE!! i never apologize! to anyone! i’m too alpha for that. god, that stupid little omega is going to ruin my reputation. i can’t have that. i walked through the hallway, almost hitting the ceiling with my 6’5 frame, making sure to keep my head up. this way everyone knows that im the best. omegas cower at my mere presence. “heh..” i chuckle to myself under my breath. especially that wretched omega farm girl. i thought in my head. 

i sit down in finance 101, ready to learn, when all of a sudden..

“hey, Costco! is it true that you got RABIES from Apple Cider??” a girl asked me. i don’t know her, but she seems like a beta type. which means she should NOT be speaking to me.

“excuse me?” i said calmly.

“well..y’know, because you two are like..”

“like WHAT?” i asked, my temper slowly rising. 

“well…i dunno. i don’t remember. sorry to bother you, mr.” and then she ran off. 

if this stupid beta thinks that ME, COSTCO C. COSTCO, would EVER be associated with that farm girl, i might just murder someone. the whole town seems to think we LIKE each other. which is absurd, obviously. we very clearly despise each other. the mere idea of us being together makes me throw up in my mouth. because if i let the puke out it would get on my new suit. and i cannot let that happen, this is VICUNA for Christs sake! 

anyway, that beta clearly knows nothing about me. the closest i’ve been to that lice infected farm girl was sitting beside her on the bus. and even THAT i didn’t want to do. i just hadn’t meant to make her cry. father says making people cry is apart of the job. i don’t want to be anything like him. i want more than this. i always have. i mean, seriously, who wants a trust fund and a job in finance?

my “friend” (aka the son of my fathers business partner) James walks over and takes a seat next to me. 

“Hello, Costco!” he says cheerfully.

“hi, what are you so happy about?” his happiness disgusts me.

“Well, if you must know, my dad just signed a contract with a major company, meaning I get to intern there next fall!”

“oh, isn’t that just delightful.” i say sarcastically. who even wants to intern at a finance company?? before James can respond, our teacher begins class.

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APPLE

“OMGOSH YOU SAT NEXT TO COSTCO ON THE BUS??” my best friend Orange whisper-yelled at me. 

“well i- i mean yeah, but like i said, it- its not that big of a deal. it was just.. weird.” 

“weird like sexy or weird like odd?” 

“ugh, Orange, gross!” i say, scrunching my nose at her.

“just askin!” she shrugs.

“okay, well as i was SAYING. he sat next to me, and then-“

“Ladies, what is so important that you absolutely must talk about it while i am telling you about your assignment?” Mrs. Jones, our biology teacher, said.

we both mumbled apologies, and turned away from each other. for the rest of class, i sat silently taking notes. we were learning about cells, and to be real honest, if we didn’t have a final for this class i wouldn’t be paying attention. cells are really boring. after class, we resumed our conversation. 

“yeah! he straight up apologized for making me cry! what has gotten into him??”

“it’s so obvious, Apple!” she says excitedly.

“what?!”

“girl, Costco has a huge crush on you!! why else would an alpha like him express his feelings!! plus, HE literally sat next to YOU! guys don’t do stuff like that unless they like you.” she says, nodding her head like she just bestowed some vast knowledge upon me.

“Orange. you’re delusional. he only sat next to me because he had to! there were no other seats!!” she rolled her eyes and shrugged. 

“whatever you say! anyway, im off to algebra. see you at lunch!” she called as she skipped off. 

she’s so insane! Costco? having a crush on ME???  never in a million years! he doesn’t even LIKE ME! because we’re SWORN ENEMIES!! gosh, that’s such an absurd idea…

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New Verse: Bad ending/Ghost au

Base information: an au where the killing game happened and whoever was the killer escaped leaving everyone else to be executed. Tw for body horror below the cut.

Based on the executions here.

Shigure:

Appears with rope squeezed around his wrists and neck with the arrow through his chest, his heart at the end of it all. Despite everything, he continues smiling just as he did before death acting like nothing is wrong.

Akihito:

Is still completely covered in his own blood with knifes still slashed into him not that he bothers to look at as if he did he would pass out. Finds himself unable to stand from dizziness caused by blood loss , refuses to believe he is dead and still is trying to earn peoples favor by the manga he was writing before dying to an obsessive degree.

Rika:

Is completely covered in slices, almost seeming like she is gonna fall apart at points if she bothered to move: due to her siblings death she finds herself completely defeated even as a ghost contrary for her hard working nature beforehand.

Tsuyoshi:

His ‘body’ is barely even visible due to all the vines and flowers covering it. The most that can be seen is an eye and sometimes his hand. Routinely coughs up more plants which scratches his throat making his voice sound awful. Still tries to remain as kind as before, but..yeah proves difficult.

Yamane:

Unlike the others; she has nearly lost herself entirely being more of a ‘vengeful spirit’. Almost appears as if her skin itself is coming off as she hunts for whoever was the reason for this. Barley acts like herself from before other than trying to make sure her peers keep her in mind as her last moments was her execution trying to make people forget her.

Ume:

The hardest spirit to see as not even a body was left behind in her execution. Almost seems more of a ever changing phantom as her spirit almost always seems to be changing like her old artwork. Her views on her death are harder to figure out as she almost seems more as a blank slate.

Hayato:

Covered in intense bruises due to being beat up so much. Is contsnatly looking for Giichi believing he had failed him in the way along with his other classmates. Can’t careless what happened to him despite all the pain he experienced.

Naoko:

Half of him is covered in flames and intense burns while the other half is covered in things like black spots among other symtoms of the bubonic plague. Is even more weak and frail than he was even before and while he is better than the others in terms of understanding and accepting his death, it still troubles him due to this not being what he was expecting.

Mizumi:

Unlike others who at least have some ‘body’ remaining, Mizumi does not being left with only a skeleton only reconizable as her due to her pirate speech and outfit she put herself in despite all the water damage. Similar to Akihito, she refuses to believe she is dead, but this time its due to her own pride. Also quite vengeful about what happened internally though.

Yukino:

Looks like more of the stereotypical fiery white spirit with the only color on her other than that is her still red eyes. Otherwise her injuries are limitted other than it being difficult to walk due to other spirt hands trying to pull her back down to the ground (think of the river sticks ghosts). Accepts her death even if she finds this anger inducing.

Etsuko:

Skin nearly looks blue from hypothermia and is just as cold as ice enough for some to mistake her as such. Enough to give even living people chills if she is near. Her kind and positive personality tries to remain, but its a lot more forced and hard to show off due to the intense cold air surrounding her. Occasionally coughs up water from drowning and easily gets dizzy.

Kaori:

Completely blind due to having her eyes torn out and is covered in intense, deep gashes with bits of her hair and skin torn out along with her outfit being torn. Unlike before were she will at least speak if given permission, she doesnt talk anymore at all due to fear about whatever is going on around her as her execution stunned her to silence.

Takumi:

Due to being blown up, he almost always appears covered in flames with his ‘body’ parts falling of often leaving him rather limited along with some of his bones and brain exposed. Covered in third degree burns. Still has the remains of the bomb attached to his chest. More vengeful than other spirits, but not to the same extent as Yamane. Barely manages to keep himself composed and casual to hide his anger and regret.

Raijin:

Covered in many scraps and some third degree burns around the face and chest from hitting the ground along with having multiple gashes surrounding him from the planes engine. Views himself as a failure for not being more help to everyone giving up his hero persona like in the tragedy verse. Has lost his passion for flying now terrified at the mention.

Giichi:

Barely is able to stand due to all the body parts stolen from him. The surviving parts look as if they are gonna fall off or be torn any minute with an example being his left eye which is gorged out. Has given up his act being extremely angry about everything showing his old anger towards how his life has gone. His kind side is only shown to Hayato who he tries to help calm down.

Sumiko:

Most of her is unusable keeping her mostly stationary from the long fall she went through. Constantly is looking around for Oshia wondering if she just hallucinated her before while trying to ignore all the pain and bruises from her fall.

[laurestcphens]

Name: Laure Rothschild Stephens Occupation: Owner of Westriver Gardens / Clan Pretorius Representative Age: Appears 47; actually 677 Sexuality: Lesbian Species: Vampire Clan/Pack/Coven: Clan Pretorius Hometown: London, England Relationship Status: Widowed It's Complicated Personality Traits: Machiavellian, disarming, arrogant, gregarious, strategic

Biography (tw: mentions of bubonic plague, death, murder)

Laure doesn't think about her life before the bite. It seems frivolous, unnecessary even. She had somehow lived an entire lifetime by that point, with children and grandchildren even, and then the plague came and took them all. Laure survives because a vampire finds her, half-delirious as she tried to tend to the corpses of her family despite being on death's doorstep herself.

Her sire dies before her transition is even complete, but Markus takes his place as she wakes. He teaches her how to stand up for herself for the first time in her life, to find the voice that had been buried by marriage and social structures and expectations. She finds her power and knows never to look back.

They make a charming pair, perfectly fitting in within the fabric of history, but not in any way that's conspicuous or obvious. Markus acts as advisor to some of the most powerful men in the world, his influence evident if one knows where to look, but unnamed in any records. To others, Laure is everything from his wife to his assistant to his whore. The reality is that they are partners. She acts as history's witness, producing art and literature that leaves behind a record of the life they've lived. She paints with Da Vinci, sculpts with Bernini, and was an avid participant of 19th century salons. Her art hangs in galleries under pseudonyms and his theories are parroted by intellectuals. Neither of their names are ever recorded, but they are satisfied with their ability to shape and influence society as it unfolds. Laure enjoys learning about people and how the function, how dynamics shift when individual or in a group, and soon she learns how to pull their strings while remaining unseen.

It's not as flashy as a life as literature might suggest for their kind but it works for them. What's between them is mere common interest, not really love, but more like a shared goal and comfort after centuries by each other's side. But all good things eventually come to an end. Markus falls in love, and decides that he is done watching and recording history from the sidelines, and that he wants to live it instead. She says nothing when he leaves, as giddy as a child, pitying him almost, and continues on with their work instead.

By then, history has somewhat progressed, enough that a woman with enough wealth can purchase a plot of land in 1942 without too many people raising an eyebrow. The country is embroiled with the rumblings of war, and she settles in Port Leiry to continue her vigil. The conflict between the species is tentatively over, and she watches, intrigued, as the different groups coexist.

The Gardens are a happy coincidence, originally meant to be a way for her to preserve the beauty that has always inspired her art. As the city builds up around her, she maintains her property, with her personal home on the edge of the property and the rest of the grounds dedicated to the natural world. With advances in technology, it turns out that Laure doesn't need to be physically anywhere in order to deploy her influence. With the amount of wealth she had accumulated over the years, she is able to make her will heard without issue, behind an army of lawyers and shell companies who shield her from the public eye, and the protection of one of the oldest and largest vampire clans in the world.

Ironically, there are some humans who call her a witch, for her solitary lifestyle and her refusal to cede any of her property for development. But Westriver Gardens becomes a popular destination for vampires and the uninitiated alike. By day, she rents out the small chapel for weddings and photography sessions, and by night, it operates as a prime feeding ground for vampires. To the truly big spenders, the entire property can be rented out for what can only be called "hunting parties", in which vampires can indulge in their natural instincts and hunt their prey across acres of land. To Laure, it's a cycle of influence and money that fuels her day to day and it pays off when she is elected as the Clan Pretorius High Council representative, a position she enjoys relatively unchallenged for the most part. Those who underestimate her based on her appearance are quickly shown why that is a mistake.

Laure lives 662 years before she understands what it means to fall in love. What she once mocked Markus for becomes astoundingly clear to her when she meets Kiri. The witch is wary at first, rightfully so, rebuffing Laure's initial advances, but eventually, a relationship grows, genuine in a way she had never before experienced in her nearly seven centuries of life. Despite the differences between their species, the impossible happens, and an unlikely bond forms not just between Laure and Kiri, but between Clan Pretorius and the Circle of the Phial as well, an example of the power they can have if they work together. When Kiri turns 45, the question turns to one of turning into a vampire, and Laure wants nothing more than eternity with her wife.

Eternity turns out to be a mere handful of months. The plans are made, with permission granted from the High Council, and a small intimate ceremony of their closest friends. Two days before the arranged date, Kiri goes missing, with a staggering amount of her blood left behind. On the day Laure should have been welcoming her wife to immortality, she received a package with Kiri's finger inside, still wearing the ring she'd given to her.

Laure returns to the life she led for six hundred years before meeting Kiri, but it's dull in comparison. She now knows what it means to have something, and what it means to lose it. She withdraws to Westriver, emerging only for her duties as Council Representative. She maintains the greenhouse and garden that Kiri had cultivated, filled with magical plants and herbs that were difficult to find elsewhere. To honor her late wife, Laure permits Phial witches to use the garden for their needs, so long as they respect it. It comes with a monetary cost, but she is fair in her dealings.

She sees her eighteen months after Kiri dies, and her world finds color again. A near perfect vision of her late wife and the delusion is born. Laure watches from the shadows, learning her schedule until it is ingrained in her memory. She imagines a chance to redo what has already been done, to recover what she lost. When she goes to the High Council again for permission however, she is denied. They see her actions as obsessive, driven by her grief and emotions and she can't deny it. But she decides she doesn't need their permission anyways.

It's simple to orchestrate a meeting at the Serval, a rare outing away from Westriver. The girl is still young and all too trusting, and Laure almost pities her as she struggles feebly in her grip. It pains her to leave her sprawled in an alley, for anyone to find, but she reminds herself to be patient. She's waited a year for this, she can wait a few months longer. And finally, maybe, eternity is within her grasp.

Wanted Plots / Connections

Markus de Villiers - Markus is the equivalent of Laure's platonic soulmate. Not her sire, but the first vampire she came across after she was turned. Much of who she is today can be attributed to him recognizing and coaxing out the potential in her. They worked together in tandem for over 500 years, witnessing and shaping history together. He is incredibly intelligent and a born noble.

The Successor (Blair Davenport) - This witch from the Circle of the Phial was chosen to be Kiri's successor as liaison with Clan Pretorius once she transitioned into a vampire, a position that continues after her wife's death. After working alongside her wife diplomatically for years, it is an adjustment to this new witch, and Laure is not shy about hiding her frustration, even if unfairly directed towards them.

The Council (Markus de Villiers, Hester Lomidze, Aoife O'Sullivan, Nsilo Castillon) - Laure's fellow Council members who denied her permission to turn Aria because they were worried about her increasing instability. Maybe they disagree with the fact that Laure was married to a witch. Maybe it could have started out as a positive relationship but she has since felt slighted because they turned her down.

The Plotter (Cordelia Verges) - Laure has been the Clan Pretorius Council Representative for Port Leiry for almost 30 years, and she's grown increasingly more erratic since Kiri's death. Someone can try to oust her or otherwise try to manipulate her position for their own gains.

TBA

[brainr0t-landfill]

🌅Sea Salt

A quick, tipsy charecter study on The Plague.

"God entered my body like a body my same size."

-???

(tw: literally the bubonic plague, mention of murder and self harm, religious mania, martry complex)

Adiris can feel the sea in her body, churning in her muscles, salting her wounds, rushing in her veins and lungs. Foaming out of her pores in gruesome ways, granting her growth, granting her transcendence.

Her face rots with sacred fever riding her left eye of seeing evil and making her think twice about preaching falsehoods, her skin blooms unable to accommodate god's blessing untill it deflates and settles, painted in gods flourishing green and mesmerising purple.

She has long been more than that faithful little girl, praying at cliffsides for The Sea Goat to hear the voices of their courages and sacred marttries, she grew bigger with the love of her tutor ,then the faith of her god, filling her censer with wood and letting her will be as swift and powerful as the waves that crash on shores, wearing down ancient rocks, letting her tears be as soothing and pourposefyl as they spotted her father's broken, charred face.

By the blood of her severed toe and by the whispers of the beyond she is the high priestesses, her shadow stretching, contorting to accommodate all of her beautiful people His subjects and children that he has elected her to, her voice amplified and granted by the Sea Goat.

So when the sickness spreads and bubbles up from her skin like water from the ground, like blood from a heart she knows that her suffering is not without meaning, she knows this is growth in the most sacred way, for it is with the blessing and guidance of her god who has blessed her with the sea; in her bones, in her movement, in her service to him and all of his subjects.

She kneels in a cave knees planted in a pool of her own vomit surrounded by her children, granted by him, surrounded by his hands, his breath, stands at the alter with her hands raised preaching his words that he delivers in whispers and shimmery golden fog, she kneels by his remains dressed by his word and pruified by it, she stands washing blood off her hands as the sea splits open on her back, she stands before the elders granted a privilege most honored.

She is pure, she is good this she had always been certain of; so when her vision becomes dotted and her hands clasped in prayer freeze, when her soaked, putried cloak merges with her melting skin, when her followers call out to her, in pained cries and illegible screams she knows there is The Beyond waiting for them; clean and golden.

She sends one last prayer up to him from torn, burning lips barely curling around the words, from a swollen tounge that tastes of salt and acid, from her most obedient, lovin daugter.

"Let our voices reach the beyond-"

She whispers her rings digging into her flesh, the colour of filthy rubies and emralds, fool's gold.

"Us, your sacred children, us your most devoted, us at your feet my great father. Grant whatever wrong doing and sin they have unto me and let me suffer in their place, I will honour you so, this I promise you. Deliver us to your mouth, let our voices reach the beyond."

And as the gentle embrace of her god surrounds her, she takes one last, shuddering breath her followers' voices drowned out in the feverish whispering and the sound of waves against her rotted skull.

[mered1h]

treadmill jaws.

TW: suicidal ideation (metaphorical), gory imagery, crude language

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You should dig through  My cuts Stained a shiny pink  Like you took your favorite  Lipstick   All over my legs  To remind my body  That im never over, that Im a treadmill jaw  Chewing everybody up  To a stale gum wall  I want you to wash me clean  Cause everybody in this town is  So fuckin mean  Put your fingers all over me  Till i feel like a man  Cause ill lip sync all my words and still be man enough  Im quiet with a punk scene in my brain, so,  Tell me that im tough  While you stick laundry detergent  In my guts  Tell me that im a treadmill jaw; My tongue is so fast moving  And brushburn inducing  A veldt of carpet-taste-buds Its like my lips pucker up to say too much  And say nothing at all  In a dream-scene, my tongue is an underwater-kind-of-silence.     Am i a modern disease or a bubonic plague?  I'm not a narcissist,  Im a fraud               Im not a baby,  Im a god.                                          And cause i know ill lose it all     To the drugs in my head, to my dopamine and  Pudding slimed brain;  A wet sound that hits the pavement  With ideas and  Rebellion                                                                                                 So ill shove these bullet casings                  In my ribs like a sower’s seed  I’ll water it with lethargic blue soap and                                         Sprout quaking aspens; push em’  Right through the skin  Ill be naked  And show off my cuts  Ill be a kid  With skateboard scabs  ill cut off the fat around my hips  In little chicken strips  And my tongue is too loud; churns  out words that cant be heard   But god, i cant stop my fire  Ill shove it in my treadmill jaw Cook it in all my acid  And i wont be a liar, ill really make it silent.  And because i am a poet  Ill serve it for dinner and eat it again  At a big table  The girl ive kissed will watch me eat  With blood in her teeth  So that i know im not the only one with canines  That bleed  pork rines  And girl-parts  Im still naked  my hip dips are raw  And this silent dinner  Chips my tooth on silver forks  And fetus personalities  Shimmering in my stomach  All these calories speak the language of  My red blood and blue veins  Cause now i know what ill eat next My fondant tongue  With poprock taper  My treadmill mouth  And quaking aspen cuts                  Had me  headless in my mulititude of attitudes  Stuck in your teeth  These dogs from hell dont eat flesh or floss sticks  Just menthol cigarettes and  Kitchen knife knicks  I told you I was shaving  My baby hairs at the wrong angle  If they where longer I could make  Them tangle  And because I am a liar I never really stopped  I just picked my hair right out the drain and shoved it in your face  I hold myself like a loose cannon Like mace   And half dried toothpaste  Uncomfortably,  In Absolute,  Comfortably,  In an alopecic  Solute  But things grow back- they always do- because Swiss Army knives  Are infants that you blame on the things that you do   ______     _______    ______     _____________                                           _______    _____                    _________    ____    ___________ ______                              _______      ____                                  _____   __________                  _________              _____                 _______________   ______ (treadmillmouth) I keep a gun in my bed  Cause sometimes i wake up  And my veins are stuck in my teeth  So sometimes i know that i’ll need  To shoot my tongue  To keep my anatomy quiet  And then sometimes  I just shoot my brain cause  Maybe I’m just fucking insane  I keep a gun in my bed  To shoot all the words that ive said  That get me high  Without the mary jane  On my pain  Im not a baby,  Im a god  I’m not a poet, I cant even talk,   I’m a fraud. -Meredith. I am only afraid of nothing in everything.  hi, this is my first post on tumblr so tell me if you like it; thoughts and tips, yk?

[beast-feast]

Insane in the membrane