#vamp!trey

[joecooperzz]

freak accident (vampire!trey parker x fem!reader)

I've been working on this since July! I never thought I'd finish it, but I did. Hope it makes up for me being too busy to do Kinktober the right way. Thanks so much to @sqiblet for helping my develop Vampire!Trey and giving me some ideas that I incorporated here. 🖤

Word Count: 6,804

Content: Vampirism, biting, graphic description of blood, dubious consent, supernatural intoxication, oral (f!receiving,) vaginal fingering, praise kink, possessive behavior, overstimulation, unsafe sex

Minors (anyone 17 and under) DNI!

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The entire time, every bit of you had been screaming that this wasn't right.

Even as you fluttered your eyelashes at the cute young bartender, making a pun about the lewd name of your drink, your senses were overwhelmed by your boyfriend. 

On the standard level, you knew that your heart belonged to Trey. Hell, you were obsessed with him in just about every way possible. You'd keep him in your apartment with you forever if you could. Alas, work and commitments got in the way, forcing you to separate every once in a while. Whenever he returned, you were always waiting for him, flippantly asking him if he needed to eat while noting the look of overwhelming desire on his face. By the time your neck was exposed, he was already jumping on you, inspiring agony and bliss in equal measure as he sunk his teeth into your skin. 

Yeah. Nobody else could make you feel like he did.

Still, you flirted with the bartender, putting on your best show. This was just a little game you were playing, after all. You even let Trey pick your outfit for the occasion, — some skimpy black dress that he had spent a good portion of his most recent paycheck on, just because he wanted to see you in it so badly. It fit like a glove, hence why it was your designated 'showing off' outfit. 

And show off, you did. 

Even when the lingering venom from Trey's repeated bites still coursed through your veins, reminding you that you would always belong to him and only him, deep down. Even when you knew he was in your head. Even as he sat next to you, the telepathic bond between the two of you telling you not to even think about it.

Even if you weren't really thinking about it, you pretended to, just for the hell of it.

That's how you ended up here.

The door to the single bathroom slams shut behind you, just before strong hands land on either side of your waist. Before you can think too hard about it, you're being hoisted up to perch on the edge of the sink. 

Trey kneels on the tiled floor. Even when he's looking up at you, he manages to make you feel small and vulnerable. 

You shiver as one of his large, freezing cold hands lands on your bare thigh. "Did you enjoy that?" he bites out, fingertips digging into your skin. 

You swallow hard. "I didn't mean…"

"Ohh. You didn't mean it, huh?" His fingers dig in harder, nails leaving behind half-moon imprints. Though you know that this will be the least of the pain that he inflicts on you tonight, your breath still hitches. "You were just testing me, weren't you?" 

His grip loosens up, leaving him to trace gentle circles on your skin. You nod, desperate for whatever response he might give you, be it positive or negative. As it stands, all you need is his attention, for him to just keep looking at you, letting you revel in the fact that you're his. 

He continues to fix you with that cold, blue glare. "Words, angel," he encourages you flatly. 

"Yes," you manage. "It was all just a test." You shift against the porcelain, feeling the first rush of heat between your legs. "I'm sorry."

He chuckles, causing you to freeze.

When you're at home on the couch, head spinning and eyes bleary as Trey pulls you closer to him, his laughter is a warm sound. When he's looking at you like this, though, all wild and hungry, the sound sends a shiver up your spine, warning of the things to come. 

"Well, baby," he says. "You might not have known it, but I was testing you, too." His hand begins to travel up your thigh, so very slow. "And you failed. Big time."

Your heart begins to speed up even more, echoing in your ears. "Sorry," you manage. "I'm so sorry. I didn't—"

"Shh." He begins to tug at your skirt, pushing it further and further up your thighs. "Save your breath, sweet thing. Apologies aren't going to get you anywhere now." He freezes, taking in the sight before him with a surprised click of his tongue. 

"Holy fuck," he mutters. "No panties."

He looks up at you as one cold finger runs teasingly over your center, already meeting a flood of wet warmth. "Who's this for, hmm?" he asks. "Me or him?"

"You," you respond quickly, the short word edged with a needy gasp. "All for you." 

He hums. "Should be." With that, his head begins to dip down, closer to where you need him. Seemingly automatically, your hands land on the back of his shaggy head, attempting to shove him down faster. 

Without even having to look, he reaches one arm out, wrapping a strong hand around your wrist. Immediately, you recognize your mistake, inspiring another rush of heat to your face… and your pussy. 

"No," he says flatly. "You don't get that yet." You feel him smile as he presses an uncharacteristically soft kiss against your thigh. "That's for good girls." 

You let out an embarrassingly high-pitched whine. "Sorry."

He laughs again, that same hard-edged, mean sound. "Not sorry enough, clearly." His hand loosens around your wrist, returning to your hip as his grip tightens on both sides. "I've gotta remind you who you belong to before I can make you feel good, yeah?" 

He plants a longer, wetter kiss against your thigh before pulling back. Though he's freezing cold, his eyes are ablaze. "Spread." 

You couldn't resist his orders if you wanted to. Luckily, that isn't an issue. 

You spread your legs, allowing for him to lunge for the meat of your inner thigh while you wait for him, wet and wanting. 

The combination of the cool air on your aching core and the threatening sharpness of his teeth against your skin leaves you throwing your head back, rattling the mirror ever-so-slightly. 

As soon as he nips at your leg, breaking the skin for the first time, you feel the distinct venomous sting that always comes with the first bite. It runs through your veins, heady and cold, dizzying. You let out a yelp. Your fingers tangle in his hair on autopilot. Luckily, despite the earlier ordeal with you pushing his head down, he doesn't stop you this time. He knows you need something to steady yourself, — deep down, he's probably happy it's him rather than the sink. 

Just as soon as his fangs have pierced the first two holes, he moves on higher up your leg to create another. You know what he's doing. He won't go too deep on a single bite, — he'll save that for when you're at home, and he needs to feed. This is a separate thing entirely. 

Small, pinprick bites come to decorate your inner thighs, one after another. With each small puncture of his fangs, small amounts of venom come to rest beneath the skin, slowly washing your body with the euphoric sensation of pure need. 

Simply put, he's infiltrating your brain, rendering you chemically dependent on him, as though he were some sort of drug. It's horrible and romantic all at once, and you swear you wouldn't have it any other way if you could. Long before he first sunk his teeth into your skin, you wanted him. And now, you have him, for however long forever is for you. For his sake, you hope it's a long, long time. 

You look down at him now. Eyes growing heavy from the venom's intoxicating effects, you lazily brush his hair back from his eyes before running your hands over his scalp. 

It doesn't escape you that he tenses slightly at your touch. Your heart sinks. You know how he is with displays of affection from you. Unless he initiates first, he vehemently believes that he doesn't deserve your tenderness. After all, in his own eyes, he is nothing more than a monster, literally draining you of life. His sense of guilt eats you up inside, especially considering that there's nothing you can do to remedy it. 

You see the way that he's looking at you now as he continues to decorate your upper thigh in small marks. There's this look in his eyes that makes you think of how he must have looked walking home from that bar nearly thirty years ago, unaware that his mortal life as he knew it would come to an end in a dark alley at the hands of some ravenous beast. Despite the fact that he's still biting you, he looks… scared. All you can see in his eyes is the lost young man that he once was. The lost young man who should be well into his fifties now, but is stuck in a twenty-something's body, depending on your blood to keep him alive. 

Perhaps it's the venom pumping through you, increasing your connection, or maybe the few drinks that you've already had, or just the fact that he looks pretty and sad and you really want him to eat you out. Whatever the case, you feel like you should be doing something other than this. Something to make him feel better. 

Before you can consider other, potentially better options, you find your fingers tangling in his hair and pulling as his name breaks up from your throat. "Trey," you whimper quietly. 

He groans against your skin, tongue flattening over the freshest bite. You let out a high-pitched cry, tugging at his hair again. "Trey," you repeat. "Come on, please…"

His bites trail upwards, closer and closer to where you need him. Each one comes with a small rush of simultaneous pain and pleasure, so fucking addictive. 

Whether or not he was really worried about the bartender, he's got you right where he wants you now. All you can think about is him. His name is the only one passing your lips, his venom lacing your blood, his mouth so close to where you need it…

"Trey," you repeat, sounding something like a broken record as you close your eyes and lean back against the mirror. "Please, please, please…"

You gasp, hand flying up to cover your mouth as sudden, harsh pain rips through you. Like an electric shock, it starts in your leg and jolts the rest of your body, inspiring a muffled scream. You feel Trey pull back, just before you hear him curse. 

"Shit." 

When you look down, he's rising up from the floor, desperately reaching for the paper towel dispenser. He rips a few off before kneeling in front of you again. Wide-eyed, you look down at his blood-smeared face as he begins to press against the fresh wound on your leg. 

"I'm so sorry," he says as he presses down harder, inspiring a sharp hiss from you. "Fuck…"

He pulls the paper towel back and actually growls. Once you get a good look at it, you understand why. 

Blood pours from the punctures his fangs have left in your skin. In comparison to the other marks, this one is much deeper, the sort of bite that he leaves behind when he feeds. By the looks and feel of it, the blood is flowing at a similar rate, too.

You watch Trey's face as he takes in the sight. You can see his mental struggle, — trying to decide whether to give into his instinct and latch on or just keep applying pressure.

"It's okay," you tell him. "You can…"

He shakes his head before you can even finish your sentence. "No," he says, standing up to grab another paper towel. He swipes it across his face, rubbing the blood off. "That'll just make it flow faster, and I don't want you passing out on me. Not here, at least." He tosses the towel into the trash can before reaching for your waist again, placing you back on the floor. "C'mon. I'm taking you home." 

As soon as your feet hit the floor, you feel yourself growing slightly woozy. You lean against him with a soft whimper, eyes squeezing closed. 

"No, no, sweetheart. Stay with me." You feel a cold hand gently pat your face, inspiring your eyes to flutter back open and focus on him. He smiles, faint remnants of blood marking his sharp teeth. "That's my girl." 

You smile back weakly as a strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you into his side. "Just lean against me," he encourages you. "I've got you, yeah?"

You hum a weak agreement as you head towards the bathroom door. 

Luckily, the two of you had already paid your tab before you snuck off. All that's left is to make your way through the sea of people and out the door before he takes you back to your apartment. 

"Move slow," he urges you. "Hey… Watch your breathing, baby. There you go." 

You didn't notice before now that your breathing was coming fast. The mixture of venom, blood loss, and anxiety has you reeling, leaving you out of touch with your own body. 

Luckily for you, Trey knows. Even if he was the one who just accidentally left an open wound on your thigh, you trust that he won't let anything happen to you. He's aware of your vitals, — how you feel, how much you can take, — without you even having to tell him. Even if it takes him all night to walk you home, he'll make the sacrifice. He takes care of you like that. 

Now, he's squeezing your shoulder, leading you towards the door as he guides your breathing. "In and out, okay? Slow." The two of you step out of the bar and into the night. Luckily, it's relatively cool outside, not allowing for the weather to worsen your lightheaded state. "Talk to me when you can handle it, alright?" 

You inhale the cool night's air before speaking. "I'm scared people are staring."

He shrugs. "If they stare, they stare." He nudges you gently. "They aren't gonna know," he says quietly. "Far as they know, you slipped and fell or something." His arm tightens around your waist. "Freak accident."

You smile weakly. "Freak accident," you echo. "Yeah."

By some miracle, you make it back to your apartment complex without incident. Before you can attempt to scale the stairs, Trey picks you up, carrying you as though you were no heavier than a grocery bag. 

You lean into him with a shaky sigh. It's so strange, the way that he could accidentally kill you at any moment, yet he makes you feel so safe. You know that he would die and/or kill for you in a second. He loves you just as much as you love him, if not even more. 

He stops in front of your door, delicately maneuvering past your body to pull the key from his pocket. Still, he quietly asks before sticking it in the lock: "May I come in?"

You chuckle quietly, leaning against his shoulder. "You may." 

He turns the key in the lock and steps over the threshold before closing the door behind him. 

He saunters over to the couch and sets you down gently. As soon as you begin settling against the cushions, he sinks to his knees in front of you. 

He lets out a shaky sound akin to a sigh as he clumsily pushes your dress up around your hips, revealing the open wound on your leg once more. It's still steadily dripping blood, causing the hungry look in Trey's eyes to intensify by the millisecond. 

Propping yourself up on the cushions, you offer him a murmur of encouragement. "Go ahead."

As soon as he gets his permission, he wastes no time sinking his fangs back into you.

You hiss, throwing your head back as your fingers tangle in his hair once again. Your eyes squeeze shut as the agonizing euphoria overwhelms you. His venom clouds your head, washing you in a warm, heady haze. You feel wanted and needed and loved as he takes what he needs from you, his grateful moans muffled against your raw, bleeding flesh.

He laps up the blood with a surprising amount of precision, considering his obvious state of desperation. Despite his obvious hunger, he doesn't take from you in a manner that seems greedy or ungrateful. In fact, he does quite the opposite. He tastes you as though you were the world's finest wine, appreciating every last drop. He could damn well suck you dry, here and now. And yet, he doesn't. 

Instead, he pulls back, flashing you a bloodstained smile that makes your head spin even more. Through the muddled haze of your mind, you make out his words: "My beautiful girl."

His praise simply inspires a lovesick whimper from you as you absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair. 

He chuckles before lowering his head again, this time to press a series of gentle kisses above the wound. 

"So fucking perfect," he mutters in between kisses. "My good little pet. My girl." He stops at the hem of your skirt before hiking it up even higher. By this point, his voice is little more than a growl as his still-hungry gaze lands on your bare pussy.

He lets out a low groan. "Fuck, baby," he says. "I could fucking devour you." 

You believe him in every sense of that word. Furthermore, you want him to. 

"Please," you whine. "Need you so bad, Trey. Fuck."

He lets out another grumbling groan as he reaches for your ankles, pulling your legs up to rest over his shoulders. "You've got me," he assures you before diving in.

You gasp, your back instantly arching. 

Every time he eats you out while you're venom-drunk, you swear you could fucking ascend. You're already so lost in him after he bites you, and then he drops down to his knees and worships you with his tongue. 

That's how you think of it, — a way to thank you for being his life source, the closest thing to divinity that he can bring himself to believe in anymore. 

You feel pretty close to divine yourself as his tongue laps over your clit, over and over again, inspiring the most beautifully overwhelming pleasure you think you could ever feel. Your thighs involuntarily clap around his head, keeping him trapped exactly where he is. Luckily for both of you, it isn't like he needs to be able to breathe. 

Somehow, you manage to open your eyes enough to look down at him. The sight alone is enough to cause your knees to buckle and the knot in your stomach to tighten. 

There's blood everywhere, — on his face, in his hair, all over your legs and surely between them, too. His eyes are heavy, clouded by his utter focus on your aching center. 

His mouth moves in just the right way, his tongue hitting all the right places. It's so much, almost *too* much. The fact that you know he's reading your mind, — figuring out exactly what you want without you even having to ask, — makes it all the more intense. 

Without thinking twice, you find yourself rolling your hips up against his face, only for two inhumanly strong hands to pin you down a moment later. You swear you could cry as he lifts his head, bringing the waves of pleasure to a halt for one terrible moment before his fingers take the place of his tongue. You continue to squirm as two fingers pump in and out of you, strategically curling against the spot that he knows makes you scream. 

"Don't fight, sweetheart," he says, as though he honestly believes that your writhing is an attempt to get away rather than a plea for more. "You know that just makes me want it more." He laughs, a flash of red-stained fangs as he speeds up the movement of his fingers. You let out a pathetic whine, eyes fluttering as they threaten to roll back into your head. 

"That feels good, huh?" He's laughing at you again. At this point, it just makes you tighten around his fingers even more. You're his. All his. 

You give a weak attempt at a nod, your affirmative hum turning into a muffled moan halfway through. 

Another mean chuckle. "I know it does, pet," he coos. "You fucking love it when I curl my fingers right here, don't you?"

A rush of heat washes over you, causing your pussy to tighten and your knees to get weak. You let out another, louder moan, nodding your head fervently. 

"Yeah?" Clearly, he thinks your reactivity is fucking  hilarious. Bastard. "That's the spot, huh? Oh, you're so tight, baby…" Without warning, he begins to move his fingers faster, managing to hit that fucking spot every single time. 

You clap your hand over your mouth in an attempt to drown out the noises that you can't control at this point. 

As it turns out, this is a mistake. 

"Trying to be quiet, hmm? Don't wanna bother the neighbors? You're so fucking cute." He begins to lower his head again. Panic rises up within you when you realize that he's not going for the aching place between your legs, but the thigh that he hasn't already taken a chunk out of. 

You pull your hand away to formulate a surely futile warning. "Trey—" Your hand returns to your mouth as his fangs pierce the plush skin, another shrill sound escaping your mouth as he goes all the way in, the venom beginning to make the burning turn a bit fuzzy. He keeps fucking you with his fingers all the while, lapping greedily at the brand new wound as your head spins. 

You keep tightening around him with every thrust, threatening to tip past the point of no return. Before you can remove your hand to let out another debauched whimper of his name, he pulls away, licking up an errant droplet of blood before posing you with a warning. "Don't come yet."

With the way your stomach is currently tying itself into a knot, that request sounds quite impossible. "I can't —"

"You can hold off. I know you can." He says it with so much certainty just before he latches on to your leg again, sucking as his fingers continue their unrelenting pace and his venom continues to flood your veins. 

It's all you can do not to burst into tears. You can't hold off. You can't. "Trey," you try again, though you know it's a lost cause. You're already so fucking close, clamping down around him like a vice. Even if he pulled back now, you would probably still fall apart, clenching around nothing. 

But he isn't pulling away, or even slowing down. He just keeps moving his fingers, and feeding off your blood, and…

Fucking looking up at you with those icy eyes, the intensity of a killer trapped within the body of a man who loves you with all of his being. 

That's enough to make the trembling in your thighs intensify. You scream into the palm of your hand, eyes squeezing closed as heat rushes between your legs, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you. 

Once your shaking begins to die down, Trey pulls back from your leg with a disapproving hum. "You never listen, do you?" 

You swallow hard. "I— I couldn't—"

He chuckles. "You could have. You just didn't try hard enough."

You flinch as he pulls his fingers out of you, only to roughly spread your legs further apart. He spreads you open with two fingers, collecting the wetness from your orgasm. "And now you're gonna give me another one," he says matter-of-factly before his mouth returns to your dripping core.

You gasp, squirming slightly at the overstimulation before reminding yourself to hold still. Luckily for you, the brief discomfort soon morphs into ecstasy as he gets you hurtling towards another release. God, is he good with his fucking mouth. 

You go back to tugging at his hair, your head falling limp against the couch cushions. He works his mouth against your hot cunt with the same urgency as he sucks the blood from your wounds, like any bit of you could keep him alive, just because it's from you. 

His words keep echoing in your head. You're gonna give me another one. Yeah, you're definitely going to, — soon, if the building warmth in your stomach is any indication. Your grip on him tightens, — as though, just for a moment, he was your prey. 

You hold onto him for dear life as he keep his face buried between your bloody thighs. Scarlet drips down to stain the couch cushions, but you'll worry about that later. Your mind is a muddled mess of Oh God, right there and please don't stop, and he knows. He fucking knows what he's doing to you, and he's devoting his eternity to doing right by you in every way possible. 

The waves come faster, and you know it's inevitable. He doesn't tell you to stop this time, — he just digs his fingertips into your thighs and moves his tongue faster, as though he's inviting it. 

You don't bother to cover your mouth as the pleasure overtakes you, nor do you pay any mind to the fact that you're rolling your hips up into his face like an animal in heat, so desperate and greedy for him. 

He stays exactly where he is until your grip relaxes and you physically push him away. When he looks up at you afterwards, he looks a little drunk himself, eyes hazy as he flashes you a lazy, self-satisfied smile. 

Though you know that he knows exactly what you want, you don't hesitate to reach for him. You grab him by the face and pull him in, kissing him hungrily. The taste that floods your mouth is just as intoxicating as it is strange, — metallic and sweet with a cool undertone. Blood and cum and, underneath it all, Trey. He overwhelms your senses, his tongue in your mouth, his venom in your veins. You need him like air. No, more than air. 

So you reach down, managing to undo the button and zipper on his pants without pulling away from the kiss. You wrap one leg around his hip, pushing him towards you before coming up for air. 

"Need you… Inside me," you force out between heaving gasps. "Please."

He doesn't say anything in response. Instead, he tugs at one of your dress straps, hard. The harsh pull causes a seam to rip, leaving the dress unraveling around you. 

You roll your eyes. "Jesus Christ. You're a fucking animal."

"Mmm-hmm." Unbothered, Trey dips his face into the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of wet, — but thus far unintrusive, — kisses. "Your fucking animal."

You can't help but giggle, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he hovers over you, taking his sweet time focusing on your neck. "I pussy-whipped a creature of the night. Awesome." 

"Mmm… I'll buy you a new one, baby." His lips stop at your collarbone before traveling back up to just below your chin. Then, he pulls away, tugging down his pants and boxers. He has the decency not to rip those. 

As soon as he's able, he pulls you back close to hip, your legs tightening around his waist. His lips return to your neck. He kisses his way to the spot just below your ear. "Hold still, alright?" he whispers before inching forward, pushing inside of you all at once. 

You gasp quietly, leaning forward to bury your face in his shoulder. 

"Head up," Trey commands you, tilting your chin up to look at him. You let out another whine as your eyes meet his. It's already all so intense, — the feeling of him inside you, his hand still cupping your chin, the lingering effects of the venom from his earlier bites. He gives a satisfied hum, lips brushing against yours before he begins to move. 

Unlike most times, he starts slow, — something you appreciate considering the amount of blood you've lost tonight. Still, needy noises seem to escape your throat with his every movement, your nails digging into the cold skin of his back. Every bit of you wants to hide your face again, partially out of embarrassment from being so damn loud, partially to be as close to him as possible, but you know he won't let that happen.

"Look at me," he orders now, surely reading your mind. 

You do look at him. He is just as terrifying and beautiful as always, cold and bloodsoaked, eyes on fire. You want to lean up to kiss him, but you physically can't bring yourself to move. Every part of you feels simultaneously heavy and alight with nerves. 

Trey closes the distance for you, pressing his lips hard against yours. You close your eyes, reveling in the pleasure that overwhelms you as his hips snap against yours, faster now. You vaguely register the sound of the springs on the couch creaking as he moans into your mouth. 

The two of you melt into one another as though you were a single being. You are consumed by the taste of your blood in his mouth in the same way that he is consumed by the fact that you want him so bad, your thoughts flooding his mind. 

You tense underneath him, crying out as he hits the same spot his fingers honed in on earlier. Of course, he takes note. You let out a string of desperate moans as he somehow manages to reach the exact right place with every thrust. 

He pulls away from your lips to murmur in your ear. "You love this, don't you?" he asks, as though he doesn't already know. "You like it when I bite you until your brain turns off? Like it when I fuck you stupid?"

You let out a sob in response, your legs tightening around his waist. Yes, you think, allowing your thoughts to tell him what your mouth can't at the moment. I love it when you fuck me like this. Fucking love it when you make me go cockdumb.

He must get the message loud and clear. A low laugh rumbles in his chest, pressed against yours. "You'd let me do anything to you, wouldn't you?" he presses on. 

Despite the effects of the venom weighing down your body, you manage a nod. Yes. Yes. God, yes.

"Good girl," he coos. "Would you let me bite you again? Get you real fucking wasted while I'm inside you?"

Another desperate moans passes your lips. Please. Please, Trey. Please, please, please, fucking bite me.

He groans at your mental admission. "Holy fuck, you're perfect," he says from between gritted teeth, driving into you harder and harder. "You can take it, right, baby? You always take me so fucking good…" 

Another brainless nod. Anything. I'll take anything you give me.

"Mmm… Good fucking girl," he praises you. "Where do you want it, baby?" Your heart flutters as his finger stops to rest, directly next to an artery. "Right here?" 

Your breath hitches. You know that he could kill you if he bit down on that area with too much reckless abandon. You also know that he will only go as far as he possibly can without threatening your life. 

Contrary to what many people might believe if they saw the bloody mess you and your boyfriend have made on your couch, he values nothing more than he values your life. 

Yes. Right there.

"Fuck." He gives a shaky groan just before sinking his teeth into your neck. 

You scream then, neighbors be damned. 

He keeps his teeth in your neck as he fucks you at a bruising pace. Equal parts pain and pleasure engulf you as your legs turn to jelly. You go limp in his jaws like a small animal being devoured by some terrible beast, succumbing to complete, helpless submission. 

The pain soon fades into the background, being replaced by the pleasant numbness that comes along with his venom. You close your eyes for a moment, savoring the fresh rush of intoxicating poison as you sink into the couch cushions, letting him take as he sees fit. 

He has no problem with this, letting out a satisfied grunt against your neck with every harsh thrust. One of his arms wraps around your waist, superhumanly strong, holding you up as he continues to ravage you. 

Even when he's distracted by the fresh blood filling his mouth, he is precise in the way he fucks you, each snap of his hips bringing you closer to climax. 

Your head spins as the feeling washes over you. You offer Trey a mental warning just before you begin to tighten around him. 

So fucking close, oh my God, please…

You let out a strangled whine as his mouth leaves your neck. He leans in to whisper in your ear as he continues his steady pace. "Go ahead, baby. Cum," he encourages you as he keeps fucking you, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Oh, that's it. Good girl. Fucking… Cum all over me, that's fucking it…"

You let out a series of pathetic whimpers as you tense up underneath him, only to fall apart a moment later. You whine as you cum hard around his cock, trembling beneath him as he releases your hips in favor of pinning your wrists to the wall above the couch. You swear you hear him fucking growl in your ear as he works you through your orgasm… and then afterwards. 

It seems like every nerve in your body springs to life as you realize he isn't stopping. You momentarily panic at the overstimulation washing over you, causing you to dig your fingers harder into his back. 

Too much, you think. Don't know if I can take it.

Not a moment after the thought crosses your mind, Trey is cooing in your ear. "You've got it, sweetheart," he assures you. "You can take more, baby. I know you can. Just cum one more time for me…"

If he says you can take it, you know that you can. You squeeze your eyes shut and cling tighter to him, bracing yourself as the overwhelming sensation slowly becomes a pleasurable one. 

Soon, you find that you're approaching yet another peak. As it would seem, you aren't the only one.

"Fuuucckkk." Trey buries his face in your bloodied neck. "Gonna fucking… fill you up, holy fucking shit, you feel so good…" 

You cling on tighter to him as he licks the stray scarlet droplets from your skin, digging your nails into him as you prepare to fall apart completely. 

"You're mine," Trey goes on as he continues to drive into you. "All fucking mine. My girl. Mine." 

You let out another lovesick whine, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. All yours, you promise him, just before your fourth orgasm of the night overtakes you, causing you to melt into a trembling mess beneath him. 

Trey's eyes damn near roll back as you tighten up around him. "Oh, fuck…" He goes still on top of you for a moment, only to relax as he releases inside of you with a loud, drawn-out groan. You use the opportunity to bury your face in his shoulder as you attempt to come back to earth. 

After a few moments, Trey seems to relax along with you. He stays inside of you for a moment, face still buried in your neck. "Holy shit," he mutters. "You're unreal."

You laugh weakly, brushing your fingers lightly over his back. "I'm not the one who's an actual vampire," you manage, your first words as the venom haze begins to uncloud from your head. 

"Hmm… Fair point." He presses a quick kiss to your lips before pulling back, eyes staring deeply into yours. His hand comes to rest on the side of your face, uncharacteristically delicate. "You okay?" he asks softly. 

You nod slowly. "I am," you confirm. "Just a little… sticky."

He smiles slyly, fangs flashing. 

You roll your eyes before taking on an additional comment on your condition. "I'm a little dizzy, too," you confess quietly. 

Trey leans in, pressing a kiss against your cheek before pulling back with a gentle pat on your cheek. "Stay there," he orders you before pulling his boxers up and wandering off to your bedroom. 

You allow your eyes to drift closed for a moment, only livening up when you feel a cold hand gently brushing against your bare leg. Your sleepy gaze wanders down to Trey as he kneels in front of the couch again, this time holding a warm washcloth. He uses it to wipe the blood away from your thighs first, then moves his attention up to the wound on your neck. Though you hiss at the initial contact, you sound find yourself leaning into his surprisingly tender touch. 

"There we go." He pulls the washcloth away before pressing another gentle kiss to your lips, only pulling away when he reaches for the bottle of rubbing alcohol that he brought along. 

You allow your mind to go blank as he takes care of you. This has become a familiar routine since you've been together: washcloth, antiseptic, situationally-inappropriate cutesy Band-Aid, in that order. You come back around for the last part, zoning back in for Trey's inquiry: "Hello Kitty or Snoopy?"

You grin lazily before pointing at your selection. He huffs out a chuckle as he obliges, sticking the cartoon-dotted adhesive strips over each disinfected wound with undeniably pure focus. Once he's done with that, he reaches for something else on the floor. 

"Here you go," he says as he hands you a bundle of white fabric.

You melt as you unbunch it, only to find that it's his concert shirt from when he saw The Cure in the early 90s. You smile as you pull it over your head. "Thank you so much."

He waves a hand dismissively before reaching for one last object. "Can't forget the most important part." 

Before you even register the sight, you know it's going to be a bar of dark chocolate. Still, you feel it's your duty to roll your eyes as you look at it. 

"Your iron…" Trey chides as soon as he sees your expression. 

"I know," you cut him off, beginning to tear the wrapper away from the bar. 

He chuckles before reaching for your heated blanket. He retrieves the remote, kicking it up to the exact setting that you like before draping it over your lap, and, finally, climbing underneath it with you. 

Even though he's ice cold, you immediately find yourself wrapping yourself around your boyfriend, letting out a contented sigh as you rest your head on his shoulder. Despite the manner in which he has been deflecting your affection all night, you finally feel him relax into your touch, looping his arm around your waist as he pulls you further into his side and presses his lips to your temple. 

You hum quietly before murmuring the first thought that comes to mind. "You're cold," you comment, threading his fingers through yours. 

He groans, dramatically throwing his head back. "You gotta stop doing that," he warns you. 

You grin. "Stop doing what?"

"Being so fucking cute," he replies. "Makes me wanna…" He leans over, burying his face in your neck before making a dramatic snarling sound as he pretends to attack you with reckless abandon. You laugh at the grotesque display of endearment, halfheartedly shoving him away. 

He settles down then, happy to simply lean against you under an especially warm blanket for a while. 

Just when he starts to believe you've fallen asleep, you let out a drawn-out whine. "The couch…" you murmur, face pressed against his shoulder. 

He reaches out to run gentle, reassuring circles against your back. "I'll get it tomorrow," he promises. "I swear, angel. I'll do anything you want me to do all day." 

Your interest is piqued by that offer. "Anything?" you ask. 

"Anything," he confirms. 

You begin to drift off as the possibilities unfold within your mind. You figure you'll start him off with a few things as unconsciousness takes over. 

Wake me up with a warm drink. Clean the couch for me. Eat me out for hours upon hours. Let me do your makeup. Online window shop for a dress to replace the one you ripped.

"Alright, alright." His arm tightens around your waist as he holds you closer. You. His life source. His reason for still being here. His reason for still wanting to be here. 

"Anything you want," he promises you again as your eyes grow heavy. 

-

taglist: @nathanyoungsupremacy

[noslover]

New age spoilers!!! Episode 3

I hope we get more content with Trey because its obvious that he has chemistry with Valentino but we just didn’t get much of it?

Like these two seem to fit so well this each other and their dialogue is just so very natural it flows amazingly. Like the chemistry is fantastic but we get literally no interaction afterwards???

Let me see my gay men without all the death please

[funtheysaid]

IWTV 2x01 Initial Thoughts (Stream Of Consciousness)

- That title card for Delainey felt very stage play to me (ahhh I adore the theatrical elements for this season)

- Ooh I love the idea that vamps can take on the emotions of whosever blood they’re drinking - it’s like the vampire equivalent of when werewolves can smell ppl’s emotions and fears through chemosignals (a la Teen Wolf iykyk)

- “Disregard” is the funniest shit ever 😂 Oldmaniel they could never make me hate you

- There’s a Real Rashid OMFG ??? Lol imagine he’s not actually Rashid and they pull one over on us again I’d fucking shit myself

- “Your love was in a box” OH MY GOD EAT HIM UP DANNY BOY

- OMG OMG LOUSTAT ITS HAPPENIGN ITS HAPPENING EVERYONE SHUT UP

- I MISS YOU TOO LESTAT

- “Quite fucked” 😏😏😏

- “mon amour” “mon cher” “love” IM GOING TO EXSANGUINATE MYSELF ISTG

- The singular finger on Louis’ chin 🥲 so delicate so soft so bad for my mental health

- I like Emilia

- “They are not used to seeing man with good looks” OKAY I know they’re just racists BUT she also wasn’t lying bc beautiful Louis is canon god bless you Jacob Anderson

- Lol Morgan a little fruity

- OOH memory is a monster! They be redoing scenes as Louis “fixes” his memories !!!! That’s gonna show up again for sure :))))

- “Stupid Halloween costume” Daniel Molloy the brat that you are (is okay, Armand likes brats) *cough cough*

- I’ve never seen someone *elegantly* close an iPad before. Armand, you have bewitched me.

- The fucking sexual tension between DM is stifling 🥵😶‍🌫️ Um if this is us “not getting Devil’s Minion” then I think imma be okay

- Claudia pushing the little racist boy 🤪🥹 we can’t help but to stan

- WTF AMC you can’t just jumpscare me with a Grace photograph :’)))

- “UP YOUR BUM” EXCUSE ME MORGAN I KNEW YOU WERE FRUITY BUT SIRRRR?

- so the makeup department really put their whole sfxussies into that decrepit ass abomination

- Louis: Alexa, play Mr. Steal Your Girl by Trey Songz

- Claudia calling Louis Daddy in S1: ☺️🍭👼 Claudia calling Louis Daddy in S2: 😖🤢😟

- I’m dubbing Louis “The Rat Prince”

- “If he can’t take you ballroom dancing and call you pretty” ICONIC.

- “the motherfucker” it’s on sight Bruce or Killer or whatever the fuck your name was 🤕🥊

- “her hand twitched like yours would” why was that line lowkey out of pocket. My mans has Parkinson’s Louis !!!!

- SHE DREAMS 😭 MY FUCKING GOD STOP MY EYES ARE GONNA BE PUFFY WHEN I WAKE UP TOMORROW

- that wasn’t even acting that was some REAL shit. Get Jacob Anderson his Emmy or Oscar or Tony or whatever the fuck I just need him to be awarded for his talent

- Daniel’s soft compassionate side: rare but that much more meaningful when it makes an appearance

- LOUIS you did not just do Emilia dirty like that TF!?! She helped you dude.

- “Human affairs. Their problem.” Not you listening to Lestat now of all times

- “Catfish with teeth” Louis can really read a bitch to filth can’t he?

- AHHH THERE ARE TWO OF THE FUCKERS 👹👹

- Oh shit he’s a kid okay I’m sorry for calling you an abomination earlier. That was mean.

- Woman vampire, you standing precariously close to that fire 👀

- Delainey’s facial expressions are the perfect blend of innocent and slightly unsettling

- OPP INTO THE FIRE SHE GOES rip 🔥

- What the hell is a bacon triptych am I just stupid don’t answer that

- Armand you ain’t beating the iPad kid allegations

- “It’s his drug” He said that with such malice. Is this a “he needed me but he needed drugs more” plot line???

- So Dubai Loumand is chilly frigid tepid frosty glacial

- Free feet? Okay im sorry

- “We can have him saying what happened next in no time” okay wait hold up why you making it sound like YOU don’t know what happened next and you need him to tell you???

- oh danny boy whistling while the couple he’s counseling walks in… is this a comedy or ?

- Daniel: yeah? 🤓 Armand: yeah 🫦

- “the mother of New Orleans” oh he misses home

- LMFAO Daniel interrupting Armand before he can start soliloquizing

- Louis and Claudia in a truck full of art which they belong in bc they too are pieces of art to me

- hard words. soft words. 🥺

- “a shit life beats no life” god damn this monologue feels like Louis is speaking directly to my soul

- “as long as you walk the earth I’ll never taste the fire” If this is foreshadowing I- I- I don’t know what I’ll do but it’s going to involve a baseball bat and a waffle iron and my head

- “it would be enough” pan to Lestat 💀 you can’t be fucking serious right now you just cannot

- okay it’s over and the teaser for the season just started playing and I just have to shout out the score bc damn if those violins don’t get me every god damn time

(Stutter) That’s all, folks! 🐷👋

[yaksha-lover]

Wait, if I remember correctly, Riddle, Vil and Sebek (and Trey? I think?) are also between the more hesitant in biting the MC, so how would they also react if the MC asked them to bite them?

lol i honestly forgot it’s been a while since i originally wrote for vamp au last year

Riddle has been raised to always be proper and modest, while also not being able to observe any normal affection between couples (definitely not his parents). He’s pretty uncomfortable with intimacy in general, and it’s difficult for him to even initiate hand-holding. With a partner who encourages him, Riddle would begin to open up, but he definitely needs baby steps before he gets comfortable with biting.

Vil isn’t shy about biting MC, he’s just reserved with his affections. He’s very wary of MC when they first arrive, so it would take a lot of effort on their part to build a friendship or relationship with him. Once there is trust and care between them, he would be happy to bite MC, teasing them about it as he fulfills their wishes.

Sebek views biting as something very intimate to be shared in private and only with someone he deeply loves. Another aspect of Sebek’s aversion to humans and his parent’s relationship is that his father isn’t able to return this act of biting which is a deep act of love shared between vampires. He would refuse MC outright if the relationship is still new. Sebek is very much in denial about his feelings, so when he starts to fall for MC, he would desperately want to bite them but would shame himself because of his beliefs. He’ll grow out of it eventually, and will be happy to comply once he feels he’s in a secure and committed relationship.

Trey doesn’t quite have as many personal reservations as the others, he’s just a bit awkward when it comes to affection. With MC’s explicit permission/request, he would be happy to try it with them.

[xxlittle-miss-horrorxx]

So a very minor nitpick on Helluva Boss….

I know I said I should only ramble with a sideblog for Helluva boss and Hazbin hotel to put a lot of u criticisms in (it’s not gonna be like an anti blog or anything, the show is still very much a guilty pleasure for me) but I just feel like getting this out of my system

I recalled seeing a critical post about Helluva boss’s lack of music diversity and how we sadly don’t see much other music genres than generic pop songs and musical numbers… They mentioned how they wish they saw more metal music and all of that and it reminded me why I have a massive issue with the show’s misusage of the word goth.

I don’t think anyone outside of the goth subculture or most people (even critical blogs) know this, but goth isn’t really a fashion aesthetic. Just like with metal, punk, and grunge, it’s a music based subculture that originated from the punk movement during the late 70s and on forward gave birth to goth as we all know.

That being said, it’s why I have a massive issue with the show labeling Loona and Octavia being goth, when they literally don’t even show signs of listening to goth music (like the Bauhaus, The Cure..) and mostly just get emo or pop songs.

Loona to me just comes off more like an emo girl than a goth, not even a mallgoth (since mallgoths are more like metalheads) since she’s shown to like bands like My Chemical Romance and even the song when searching for Octavia gave odd 2000s emo vibe. Why couldn’t y’all just went with calling her emo instead of goth 🙃🙃🙃

Now Octavia to me, could come off as a baby bat exploring the goth subculture but she always plays pop music for her and idk… I get it, most baby bats won’t be familiar with goth music right away but idk it be nice to hear those themes.

That being said, Helluva Boss isn’t the only cartoon guilty of this. Majority of cartoons in general were always made by normie people and they don’t know much about the goth subculture and only relied on stereotypes normal people have about goths.

However, there are adult cartoons that actually did research better when writing goth characters and giving them more accurate music that fits them.

Take the South Park goth kids for an example

In their room, you notice a poster that’s called Skippy Puppy and the Blauhaus, which are spoof bands of real bands called Skinny Puppy and The Bauhaus which are two bands that are very much liked by goths (bauhaus being the first goth band that gave birth to goth, and skinny puppy is more industrial than goth, we consider that goth adjacent since back in the 90s, goth and industries music were very much mashed together in goth clubs )

Even by character designs, Michael and Henrietta were modeled after Robert Smith and Siouxsie Sioux, who were very much the big time iconic goth musicians.

Matt and Trey themselves are huge fans of the Cure and even had a cameo of Robert smith and even hung out with goths before, so you can see why they got a depiction of them to notch. And the whole thing with them and the vamp kids was a real thing that happened with the 90s with goths and mall goths, i suggestion checking out Angela Benedict’s video for that.

Another example is Venture Bros since Triana believe it or not, is very much an accurate depiction of a goth. And they even referenced bands like the Bauhaus, Alien, Nik Fiend, and Deathrock music as some of Triana’s interests.

But the big kicker is Triana herself, is voiced by Lisa friggin Hammer!

For anyone who doesn’t know, Lisa hammer was an iconic goth musician during the 90s and was in two ethereal wave bands known as Mors Siphlitica and Requiem in White. The fact they had her voice their goth character shows me they did their research.

Even Seth McFarlene got this right (yes you heard me) with American Dad with Debbie and her goth peers, not only making her a very down to earth person but they made their main theme “Love will Tear us Apart” from Joy Division

For those that may not know, Joy Division is one of the Big 5 of goth bands along with the the Bauhaus, the Cure, Sioxusie and the Banshees, and Sisters of Mercy. So I was surprised that Seth got this right, since he’s known to stereo things in his shows.

And of course we also have Daria, with having two goth characters and no I don’t mean Daria and Jane. (Having a cynical personality doesn’t make you a goth) But rather do I mean Andrea and Trent

She was so obviously modeled after Robert Smith and Siouxsie Sioux since those two were very iconic with goth fashion back on the day, we sadly don’t see much of her but you can tell they took inspiration.

And you may be thinking, but why Trent? He doesn’t even dress goth and just seems like he likes any music. While he’s that may be true, but I Remeber having this conversation with other goths in Instagram where we had a huge disccuin of goth characters in fiction. And one of my peers mentioned Trent also counts because he’s shown to have an interest in goth music if you look at his bedroom. So I thought I check out and what do you know

There’s a poster of Bauhaus and Sisters of Mercy inside his bedroom :) and honestly guys, there are actual goths like this I knew in real life. Where they don’t dress the part but are still a huge fanatic of the music. Like you don’t need to dress all dark to be goth, that’s optional, you just really need to enjoy goth music to be goth.

And of course we have Serena from Downtown who actually was not only based off of a goth in real life, but she’s shown interests in goth bands like Dead Can Dance and a satire of Sisters of Mercy as shown here.

The Brothers of Creation is basically a parody of sisters of Mercy. But not only that, she even brought up on one episode how she got tired of goths being badly judged and stereotyped by others (even being lumped by Masonites, which we all know how controversial Marilyn Manson was back then and how his fanbase ignited a horrible stereotype about goths. He was never a goth artist, but normies had the assumption that all goths are like him and his fanbase based on how they just dress similar to goths) and her annoyance with neckbeards that thirst over goth women just makes her relatable to me. Since sadly, there are many men that creep on goth women like us and we get tired of it.

Now honestly, it really should not be that hard to add some goth music to give for Loona and Octavia. They do that modern day humor so much with Instagram and tik tok, they literally could had use a parody of Dusty from Vision Video (who’s a very popular goth tik toker and even has his own bad that’s very similar to the cure) and given we have knowledge now, this amount of research to write goth characters SHOULD NOT BE THAT HARD.

But you know, all would be forgiven if they don’t have hints of liking goth music if they just made Loona a lot more likable. My main pet peeve with her is that she comes off as a negative stereotype of goths that a lot of us don’t like. It just gives normies a really bad idea of us that we are all shitty people.

So anyways rant over, Vivziepop REALLY needs to try and branch out different music genres or research alternative subcultures better before making goth characters.

[it-happened-one-fic]

500 Followers Playlist Starter Pack: The Twisted Wonderland Version!

Thank you so much!!! I'm afraid I don't have time to do a full event (Christmas and all that jazz) but I did want to say thank you to everyone so I came up with this! I have a habit of listening to music while writing so I used few songs (I aimed for four each but didn't always make it) from my playlists to form sort of a starter pack under the cut! Again, thank you so much!!!

(NOTE: The links go to Youtube)

Genshin Impact Playlist Starter Pack

Riddle Rosehearts: 

New Rules - Dua Lipa 

Come Along - Pentatonix 

Oh No! - MARINA 

Black Roses - Charli XCX (includes cursing) 

Trey Clover:

Sugar Sugar - The Archies 

Gambling Man - The Overtones

Home - Philip Philips 

Honey Bee - Blake Shelton 

Cater Diamond:

The Tracks of My Tears - Smokey Robinson and The Miracles  

Call Me - Blondie 

Sweet Nothing - Calvin Harris (feat. Florence Welch)  

Dance the Night - Dua Lipa 

Ace Trappola:

Troublemaker - Olly Murs (feat. Flo Rida) 

Jessie’s Girl - Rick Springfield 

I Think We’re Alone Now - Tiffany 

Fire Alarm - Castlecomer 

Deuce Spade:

Waiting for a Star to Fall - Boy Meets Girl

Somebody to You - The Vamps

Hey Look Ma’ I Made It - Panic! at the Disco

Never Gonna Give You Up - Rick Astley

Leona Kingscholar:

Send Them Off! - Bastille

Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea - Fall Out Boy

We Don’t Have to Dance - Andy Black

Power Over Me - Dermot Kennedy

Ruggie Bucchi

Roll To Me - Del Amitri

Two Princes - Spin Doctors

The Way I Are - Timbaland, Keri Hilson, & D.O.E

Follow Me - Uncle Kracker

Jack Howl

Silver Night - The Rasmus

I Really Like You - Carly Rae Jepsen

Right Here Waiting - Richard Marx

I Will Never Let You Down - Rita Ora

Azul Ashengrotto:

Material Girl - Madonna

Stay With Me - Sam Smith

I’d Really Love to See You Tonight - England Dan & John Ford Coley

Diamonds - Sam Smith

Jade Leech:

Curses - The Crane Wives

She Will Be Loved - Maroon 5

Staring At You - Diane Birch

Break the Ice - Britney Spears

Floyd Leech

Out of My League - Fitz and the Tantrums

Bad Word - Panicland

Rag Doll - Aerosmith

I Was Made For Dancin’ - Leif Garrett

Kalim Al-Asim

Golden - Harry Styles

Budapest - George Ezra

Boogie Shoes - KC & The Sunshine Band

I Should Be So Lucky - Kylie Minogue

Jamil Viper:

Can’t Remember to Forget You - Shakira & Rihanna

Power & Control - MARINA

Just One Yesterday - Fall Out Boy & Foxes

Move Your Body - Sia

Vil Schoenheit:

You Make Me Feel - Cobra Starship (feat. Sabi)

Vogue - Madonna

Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey

Pretty in Pain - Diane Birch

Rook Hunt:

The Look of Love, Pt. 1 - ABC

Come To My Window - Melissa Etheridge

I Will Follow Him - Peggy March

Happy Together - The Turtles

Epel Felmier:

Bad Reputation - Joan Jett & The Blackhearts (cursing)

Take Me Home, Country Roads - John Denver

Cooler Than Me - Mike Posner

So What - P!nk (cursing)

Idia Shroud:

Something About Us - Daft Punk

Come Inside of My Heart - IV of Spades

He’s So Shy - The Pointer Sisters

Heavy In Your Arms - Florence and the Machine

Ortho Shroud:

Electric Angel - Hatsune Miku

One More Time - Daft Punk

Malleus Draconia:

I Found - Amber Run

Deeper than the Night - Olivia Newton John

Disturbia - Rihanna

Bad Habits - Ed Sheeran

Lilia Vanrouge:

I Love the Nightlife (Disco Round) - Alicia Bridges

Raise Your Glass - P!nk

Saturn - Sleeping at Last

We are Family - Sister Sledge

Silver:

Fireflies - Owl City

(They Long To Be) Close To You - Carpenters

When You Say Nothing At All - Allison Krauss & Union Station

Son Of Man - Phil Collins (From Disney's Tarzan)

Sebek Zigvolt:

The Glory of Love - Peter Cetera

Head Over Heels - Tears for Fears

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

Shout - Tears for Fears 

[partypoisonzz]

thoughts on vamp!trey? any thoughts? any spare thoughts at all? 🫣

— (totally not sqiblet)

(also sorry if u we’re looking for mcr related asks i just now considered that as i’m writing this lol)

All asks of all kinds (except like my social security number and shit lol) are welcome here. Plus I want to let everyone know about our special boy. 😗

Vampire!Trey Headcanons

CW: NSFW content, AFAB reader, graphic descriptions of blood/wounds, mentions of death, mentions of scars, breathplay, mentions of menstruation

SFW

He's obviously fucking terrifying. Extremely strong, extremely intense, could totally accidentally kill you from feeding and has had it happen before with other people. But he loves you and you love him, so he has this compulsion to keep you safe that he hasn't had in the past, as well as a stronger telepathic connection than he's had with any of his feeding partners. He can tell when it's too much for you. As soon as this happens, he stops everything.

Kinda weird to say about a guy who could plausibly kill you at any moment, but he's an acts of service guy, — partially because you're keeping one another alive, which is the biggest act of service of all, and partially because he's come to know you so well and wants to make sure you have everything you want and need. But if you make over him for taking care of you, he will not take the bait. He just gets all embarrassed and tells you to shut up and not mention it.

Secretly obsessed with the heated blanket that he puts on to keep you warm after he takes too much blood. He's been ice cold for nearly thirty years, so the warmth makes him feel weirdly human. He also likes how you fuss over how cold he is, all the while curling in closer to him. You don't mind wrapping yourself around a gigantic ice block. That's amor��.

Fixated on your bite scars. It isn't that he feels guilty, — it's the only way he can live, and you want him to do this, — but he still can't function knowing he's left permanent marks all over you without drawing attention to it. He traces over them when you're laying together. He kisses them sometimes, too.

Loves how affectionate you are towards him, but doesn't know how to handle it at all. Part of him still feels like he doesn't deserve you, or that your attachment to him is just a result of the mild mind-control powers that his venom contains, so having you look at him like he hung the fucking moon feels disconcerting. He never asks for reassurance, but he needs it when he gets into his depressive, paranoid moods. If you keep telling him you love him, he just might eventually think that he deserves it... Maybe.

Gets in moods sometimes where he's essentially an apex predator with the zoomies. At that point, you just kinda have to try and fight against his superhuman strength and dramatically freak out while he pretends to eat you in a borderline cartoonish fashion. It's fucked up and ridiculous, but it's one of the only times he treats his condition like something other than a curse, and also you generally end up making out afterwards, at which point he usually bites you for real.

NSFW if ya nasty

Gets so, so needy when he's hungry. If he's gone a couple days since he first realized he needed to eat for whatever reason, he will be a trembling, wild-eyed mess when you finally tell him to take what he needs. He's always a bit less considerate than usual, biting all over with reckless abandon, but he's usually also gasping and moaning, telling you that he "needed you so bad" and "you taste so good, fuck, you're perfect."

Uses his telepathic powers to edge you. He knows when you're close without you saying anything, and he stops just to make you beg. He wants you to be shaking and crying, pleading with him to let you come. This usually ends with either his teeth in your neck while he fucks you harder or removing his head from between your legs to finish you off with his fingers while he bites your thigh. The overstimulation of having him bite you while you finally come always leaves you a fucking wreck.

He also pushes every limit he can because he knows exactly how much you can take. He will press down against your windpipe until he knows he needs to let up, edge and/or overstimulate you until you can't speak, fuck you as hard as he can with his hand over your mouth until he knows that it's too much. Even when he knows he needs to settle down a bit, he keeps up the aggression, telling you to "just take a little bit more, I know you can" and "stop making so much fucking noise."

Loves eating you out. He has you sit on a towel every time regardless of the time of month because he always leaves a bunch of bites all over your hips and legs, so blood gets everywhere, anyway. Part of the appeal is that he wants to do you a favor after you've supplied him with his literal life-source, but also he just loves it in general. It feels intimate in a carnal way. He holds your legs open and goes absolutely insane. He's not gentle about it, — he literally eats you out like you're his last meal. He pins your hips down against whatever surface because his hunting instincts tell him not to let you move and fucking devours you without much rhyme or reason, smearing blood all over your thighs and his face. He'll make you come over and over until he's finally satisfied, laughing at your trembling legs and blissed-out expression when he finally pulls away.

Will have you sit on his lap while he feeds off you, so he can feel you up and, if you're lucky, finger you. Due to his predatory instincts, the more that you whine, the more ruthless he gets, pulling away from your neck to muffle your cries with his palm and tell you to stop squirming so it will be over quicker, even though he's rocking his hips up against you the entire time.

Licks the blood off of you every time he bites you. He doesn't want to waste a single drop, but he also just loves the way that you react, all desperate and usually already fucked out. Sometimes, he looks up into your eyes while he's doing it, and you're an absolute goner. You've come to crave the feeling of his tongue running over your wounds, and you find that the taste of your own blood in his mouth when you grab him by the hair and pull him up to kiss you isn't bad, either.

[beevean]

One of the problems w nocturne is that now they cant even adapt SotN (the alucard part of it i mean, lol and lmao for Richter n Maria) properly, bc there's no cycle of resurrection nor the same Alucard-Dracula family confict

In the games SotN is Alu being forced to awaken and confront his lineage alone! It's him trading words w his dad and facing him directly

Meanwhile in nfcv: N!Alucard is biased towards his vampire legacy, he is the one to handle the fight and deal the finishing blow to N!Dracula (and stealing what should have been Trey's moment bc useless belmonts amiright) and later when his dad and mom are revived they just. Dont tell him shit and fuck off alone. And he didnt even sleep he just went around killing vampires.

What im trying to say is that the pivotal moments and circumstances that lead to SotN are gone in nfcv. Like why should i care that Alu fights some rando vamp leader? Even if its Drac somehow, this is the Drac that went to live away w his wife and completely forgot abt him and that Alu could have visited at anytime. They already threw SotN elements into the story without regards for the timeline

Meanwhile SotN Alu is grappling w being in the future, with his friends dead, completely convinced that his dad doesnt loves him while Drac is desperate to keep his dear son with him even if he has to cleave his human side with his bare hands. Its a vry tense and raw family relationship that they cant recreate now

It's what I said here: the lore changes in NFCV completely destroyed any chance of the showverse having anything remotely similar to the gameverse. It's such a divergent AU that it became its own thing.

As of now, Nocturne has yet to answer its biggest unanswered question: what did Dracula do in the past three centuries? He ignored his son, probably spent some decades travelling and having kinky sex with Lisa, and then he saw her die of natural causes. What then? His castle has become Alucard's home. Did he... find himself another castle? Did he revert to the hermit he was pre-S1? Did he become a nomad?? Annette doesn't know about him, so I suppose he lived in obscurity. He wasn't even interested in Sun Thundercat's plan, no one mentioned him, he didn't peek to see what the hell was going on in France like Olrox did! Where the hell is he???

And speaking of! We know that Aluc, instead of sealing himself away, stayed around and fought vampires (which means good jorb to you too for killing vampires for centuries and having them still becoming the ruling class), and possibly witnessed the death of his "friends". Now that I think about it, didn't the OG show end with Trevor, Sypha, Alucard and Greta all living together in the new village? I would assume Alucard became something of an honorary uncle to the Trepha kid. But now Richter doesn't know who he is? Did he peace out when Trevor and Sypha died, leaving the Belmont bloodline be?

Anyway, yeah, it is literally impossible to even attempt to recreate the SoTN story. We lack the entirety of the context, we lack the main villain, we lack Richter's and Alucard's intertwined legacy. Which is what makes me think that they won't even try. After all, this supposed adaptation of RoB has more in common with fucking Bloodlines of all games, plus the superfluous backdrop of the French Revolution. They shattered the lore so thoroughly that now they're basically forced to write an AU fanfiction, something on the same level as a high school AU of old.

Remove the whip, and you would never tell Nocturne is supposed to be tied to the Castlevania franchise - hell to the original cartoon.

[glittter-vamp]

https://www.tumblr.com/glittter-vamp/762985162515562496/not-trey

Just hope it’s not a concussion or an arm injury 🙏

Agreed!!

[krispyweiss]

Song Review: Trey Anastasio Band & Friends - “Express Yourself” (Live, Nov. 6, 2023)

As the Trey Anastasio Band dug deep into the groove of “Express Yourself,” guest vocalist Alecia Chakour of the Tedeschi Trucks Band took over for the titular bandleader to deliver a shudder-worthy couple of lines.

The group was performing at the Nov. 6 celebration of life for former TAB saxophonist James Casey, who died in August, and released this number on pro-shot video. “Express Yourself” is little more than a vamp, and Anastasio sounded hoarse, but the rhythm and horn sections; Chakour; and Jennifer Hartswick, who also took a turn on the mic, added some much-needed special sauce to the mix.

Grade card: Trey Anastasio Band & Friends - “Express Yourself” (Live - 11/6/23) - B-

11/13/23

[princess-josie-riki]

South Park - Count Cartman + Eric Cartman as Dracula Poster

I drew Eric Cartman as a vampire, made him dress in Victorian attire and call him Count Cartman. In other words, Cartman's literally a vamp kid. Inspired by Bram Stoker's Dracula.

Speedpaint: youtu.be/ha5VI899lP4

Made with Microsoft Paint

South Park (c) Trey Parker, Matt Stone, South Park Studios, MTV Entertainment Studios and Comedy Partners (Comedy Central) Dracula (c) Bram Stoker Count Cartman (vampire concept of Cartman), idea and artwork (c) me

[theghostpinesmusic]

Ha! I was going to write about my Thoughts and Feelings whilst on the road and instead I just did Midwestern self-abnegation stuff and didn't talk about my emotions with anyone! And now here I am over a month later just writing about Phish again! I sure fooled you! I "win"!

Passive-aggressive, multidirectional cries for help aside, this jam is a weird one to cover, but it's the only one available on the official channel from the 8/2/23 show, so I'm going for it.

8/2 was a bit of a weird show in the broader context of this seven-show MSG run I've been covering in the sense that it was the first (and ended up being the only) show of the run that didn't completely blow me away. Four incredible New Year's run shows and four mind-boggling summer MSG shows drug me back to listening to Phish regularly (and convinced me to buy tickets for Denver this September without really having a plan to get there) and then there is this show, which is a show I would have been thrilled to see in person, but that lacks a certain...something that the previous eight shows all had. More flow and less jam in this one, methinks. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing, and it's certainly not a bad show, but I'd put it on a slightly lower tier than the previous four if I was someone who "objectively" rated shows.

But I'm not, right? RIGHT?!

Anyway, I would have gone with "Blaze On" or "Carini" as the highlight of this show, but instead we've got a "Jam" -> "Meatstick" -> "It's Ice" sequence, where the "Jam" is technically out of a cover of the Apples In Stereo song "Energy," and "Meatstick" and "It's Ice" are neither of them jam vehicles, per se.

It's worth mentioning (and not to undersell this jam) that while they may have cut the "Energy" cover proper from this video to keep from having to worry about copyright and such, it was also a pretty roughly rendition of the tune, and the following jam was a fairly aimless for a bit before picking up speed en route to the segue to "Meatstick." So, with that all said, the video starts somewhere mid-jam...

...with Fishman playing a backbeat and Page leading the way over it on piano. Almost immediately, Trey and Page start playing off of each other, leading to a more cooperative jam that sounds pretty straightforward unless you listen to Mike, who is just going absolutely insane by himself over in the corner. He eventually steals the spotlight to the point where Trey and Page are both borrowing riffs from him, which is great.

Around 1:55, Trey switches to a more robotic tone and the jam coalesces around this descending riff that he, Page, and Mike each take turns playing and improvising around at various points. This bit of the jam is definitely less about any particular band member blasting off and more about interplay. At 3:20, Mike introduces a bit of tension into the proceedings, but we come out pretty quickly on the other side still in more or less the same sonic space.

Trey pushes out in front a bit at 4:05, which moves the jam into a more standard rock-and-roll direction, though Fish and Mike keep things interesting and a little dissonant. Then there's this great mind-melded drop into a bluesy breakdown that happens around 5:05...like, how do these guys all know how to do this at the same time?! Phish magic, I guess.

I'm not sure if it's the mix through my headphones or what, but Mike continues to DOMINATE this section. The lights kick in in an especially trippy way next, as Trey continues a sort of bluesy build/jam that reminds me a bit of "46 Days."

At 6:54, Fishman finally switches over to a more unambiguously driving beat, and we're off for a bit on a straight (and great) blues vamp. This is making me reconsider my first take on this jam as being "fairly aimless." I mean, it's certainly not the weirdest or the most experimental jam in Phish history, but it's definitely got a swing to it.

The band smoothly switches tacks at 8:45 again here, to something funkier and spacier sounding, though Fish keeps driving with the drums in the background. Trey falls back to some chording, which allows Mike and Page (on the clav) to shine a bit more. Page, in particular, starts coaxing weirder and weirder tones out of his rig, and as much as I'd love for the jam that's happening at 9:35 to just keep going forever, he starts up the (knowledgeable fans insert the name of the correct synth here) that is irrevocably linked to one and only one song in the Phish canon: "Meatstick." And so, instead of more jam we get an excellent, clever segue into one of the weirdest songs Phish plays.

Meatstick starts at 10:05 or so, and continues until 14:25. Yes, the band is singing in Japanese during the second half of the song. And there's a choreographed dance. Obviously. Try to keep up!

At 14:25, Trey plays a little reprise of the song's melody for a minute, but the band pretty quickly and smoothly moves into another improvisatory space by 15:05. There's a darker, funkier tinge to this jam, and it almost feels like a continuation of where they were headed right before the segue into "Meatstick." Trey's lower-octave effects/playing here is something, if you like Evil Robot Funk (which I very much do, as you likely know by now). I love the build in crowd noise that happens about 16:15. It might well have been something specific happening off-camera that set the crowd off, but also sometimes thousands of people will all start cheering at once at a Phish show because we all experience the same wave of collective effervescence at the same time. So maybe it was that.

Trey keeps leading this new jam with variations on a particular riff until 17:45, when eagle-eared listeners will hear him start to play a variation on the opening riff from "It's Ice." That's where we're going, but the band is going to take an extremely smooth and well-executed segue to get there. How they end up at the beginning of the song proper at 18:32 is beyond me, but it's one of my favorite transitions I've heard in a long time.

"It's Ice" doesn't feature Japanese lyrics or dancing, but it's one of my favorite Phish songs from a composition standpoint. For any uninitiated who still read these screeds (thank you!), everything from 18:32 until XX is the composed portion of the song. There's a break, then, that the band will sometimes improvise at length within and sometime will...not.

In this case, they jam briefly, starting at 24:00. It's a return to the Robo-Funk of earlier, with Trey and Page riffing off of each other while Mike and Fish lay down a jazzy foundation. This section reminds me of a jauntier Pink Floyd, and features a few "Frankenstein" teases from Trey. It's short but sweet, dropping back into the song proper at 25:45.

From here, "It's Ice" wraps up, and that's it! Like I said at the top, sort of a weird one compared to most of the jams I've written about lately, but there are a few noteworthy bits of improvisation in there, and nobody does transitions like these but Phish. So, a memorable segment from 8/2 even if there's no "monster jam" in there.

[theloniousbach]

HANGING OUT AT SMALL’S LIVE, #28: PIANO TRIOS AT MEZZROW’S, 31 DECEMBER 2022-2 JANUARY 2023

JONNY KING with Dezron Douglas and Alan Mednard, 16 DECEMBER 2022

ADAM BIRNBAUM with David Wong and Joe Farnsworth, 15 DECEMBER 2022

EDEN LADIN with Or Bareket and JK Kim, 24 DECEMBER 2022

These sets have been a welcome contribution to the last weekend of winter break and an equally fine looking forward/looking back as I embark on a new jazz year. Looking back to favorite musicians like Dezron Douglas who, like Nicole Glover, has not been as present, him in part because of an electric gig in the Trey Anastasio Band which in just a few weeks puts him in front of more musicians than a year of jazz club gigs. David Wong hasn’t gone away, but I’m always pleasantly reminded how rich and compelling his bass playing is. Joe Farnsworth is not simply reliable, but reliably tasty.

Alan Mednard, especially, but JK Kim too will grow, one hopes, into playing drums with trios at Mezzrow’s. Mednard had a powerful JONNY KING as his leader and Douglas is equally big, but he was a notch too high. King opened with Africa and so replicated not just McCoy Tyner but the big ensemble of Africa/Brass. His Let’s Cool One was also big and busy but lighter. His original was lighter still but still had lots of notes, though he took the ballad solo. But that was a high energy gig.

ADAM BIRNBAUM evidently took the gig on short notice, but who wouldn’t want to play with that rhythm section. Maybe they would have gravitated to familiar tunes anyway, but there was a Thad Jones, Tea for Two, Monk’s Pannonica, and Charlie Parker’s intricate blues Cheryl. The high point though was Twilight Time by his teacher Kenny Barron. It was a moody bossa for Farnsworth to dig into. But great tunes with Birnbaum, last heard doing arrangements of Bach Preludes very nicely, showed again that he does jazz very well. He’s on a more occasional Small’s/Mezzrow’s cycle, but I try to keep my eye out for him.

EDEN LADIN caught my ear at last week’s Itamar Borochov gig, so hearing him in a trio setting helped. He was modal that night for tenor Ben Solomon but would have eagerly dug deeper with Borochov into the Moorish/Mid-Eastern elements had Beirut Blues streamed smoothly. There weren’t those elements in this gig, though I got to hear Or Bareket who was on the Ari Hoenig/Nitai Herskovits recording. He was rich and rewarding. JK Kim was interesting with lots of rhythmic toys to make things not just complicated but often interesting. Ladin opened with a Jarrettish vamp Loop which also served as an outro to the final I’m Old Fashioned which was typically edgy. If Loop served to show that the trio could go in all directions while being unified, Michel Pettruciani’s 13th and Bobby Hutcherson’s Herzog kept the edge while being brighter and more familiar. Mel Torme’s Chestnuts Roasting was obligatory for being on Erev Xmas, but he and the majority of the band is Jewish. At least it’s a jazz tune.

Fine stuff with Birnbaum my favorite. But I am into the New Year with this music.

[yaksha-lover]

I keep wondering about the vampire AU - I wonder if any of them could be offered deals like a trade of blood for some help with something (like maybe asking Trey to help teach you to bake or something idk) I'm guessing Ruggie or Azul might also try to strike deals with you for blood if you were chill with it right?

Idk if this made sense but ye 👍

I think most of the vamps wouldn’t want MC to have to do that for them, lol. Unless they are close to you, it would be kinda a weird thing to ask. If they are close, they probably wouldn’t need to make a deal for it haha. So I don’t see someone like Trey doing this, he’d probably just offer to do the thing for free because he doesn’t want to seem a bit exploitative. Ruggie might do it in a joking way, but again, only if he was close to you and knew you would have been okay with it regardless of any kind of deal.

Azul on the other hand absolutely does this, mostly because it’s not just for his own personal indulgence but also cause he can actually offer something very valuable in return to you, so really it isn’t as suspicious a deal as you might think. He’s also professional about it, using medical equipment to extract any blood you agree to trade with him.

[southpark-analysis]

I must admit that you made a very insightful observation. I have to disagree with Kenny not sugarcoating things for Karen though. By pretending he's her guardian angel, he does indeed make the situation look way nicer than it actually is. I don't hold it against him and perhaps it's not really out of character from him, but it still came out of nowhere. The topic of this being in character for Kenny or not never really bugged me much, it's more about how it doesn't make any sense Karen wouldn't have figured out by now who her "guardian angel" truly is. Regardless if it is in character or not for Kenny to act this way, the situation itself makes no sense and it's superficial.

As for Karen being too isolated to know the news, she goes to school everyday. Kids had posters of Mysterion in their lockers. There must be some kids who know Karen is related to Kenny, there's no way nobody wouldn't have brought that up around her. There's no way she would've never heard of Mysterion. There's a difference between having no friends and living under a rock. I know South Park is extremely exaggerated, but this is just another way to reinforce Karen as extremely weak.

I don't think her having only her older brother to play with makes any sense either. There's no logical way she was so desperate to the point of joining the vamp kids, considering that:

1) Her "guardian angel" didn't want her two

2) She has nothing in common with the vamp kids.

3) There are plenty of nice kids in school, there are clubs she could join and her own brother has friends and other connections despite being poor like her. There must be SOMEONE else besides her brother willing to interact with her from time to time. Take Dougie or Butters for instance. They sure as hell aren't picky.

Maybe it's not because she's poor that others avoid her. It wouldn't surprise me if the show revealed the reason no one else besides her brother wants to be with her, is because she is actually way too sensitive and she never helps anyone. I don't actually think Matt and Trey came up with this explanation, I don't really have any evidence she is completely useless, but since from what little we've seen of her, her only role is to be taken care of, it wouldn't be illogical for her to always rely on others entirely. No offence if you like the character and I am not really accusing her of being completely useless, but she pretty much is useless for the show. Even her role of being taken care of by Kenny could've been fulfilled by other existent characters, even if not to the same extent, but those characters were helpful towards Kenny in return and they don't constantly revolve around Kenny either.

Karen deserved better.

Karen's Guardian Angel Makes no Sense

If you are a South Park fan, you probably know that Kenny poses as Karen's guardian angel with his Mysterion alter ego. While it's sweet of him and all, it doesn't really make any sense if you think about it. Let me explain.

I will start with the most egregious problem, that being that Mysterion already revealed his identity in front of the whole Town. There's no way this didn't become the talk of the town, how would Karen not heard about this at school or on the streets? Furthermore, though not quite as nonsensical, wouldn't she also have also seen at school other kids calling her "guardian angel" Mysterion and calling him a superhero instead of, well a guardian angel? Wouldn't she also have questioned this?

Now, Kenny also used his Mysterion alter-ego to deal with his parents and they also didn't recognize him long after he revealed his true identity. However, the South Park adults are not the sharpest tools in the shed and Kenny's parents in particular are often drunk or high, so they were probably too disconnected from reality to understand when other people were talking about Mysterion's true identity or they did understand that, but they brushed it off as a drug-induced hallucination. Matt and Trey probably didn't think about an explanation, but I still can't think about possible explanations to why Kenny's parents don't know who Myterion truly is. However, this is not the case with Karen, who doesn't consume drugs nor alcohol and who wasn't established as stupid.

I don't even think it's in character for Kenny to hide behind an alter-ego to cheer someone he loves up. Kenny is perverted, highly hedonisitic, reckless and tough. Of course, he also has a selfless, heroic side, which is sometimes shown in his superhero alter-ego. Sure, he is a good person deep down, but he is also a very straight forward person. I don't recall him ever sugarcoating what he says or does. I don't recall him not having enough self-confidence to hide his true self from other people. I don't recall him ever hiding his true identity to make someone feel safe, besides Karen. Sure, he hides things from other people, but that was when he didn't want to get caught doing illegal stuff like cheesing. Sure, he used his Mysterion alter-ego to hide his true identity from the whole town, but that was so that villains and the police wouldn't know where to find him in private, not to make himself look more powerful than he truly is. I can buy him being more resposnible around his sister, but why wouldn't he just take care of his sister as his true self? Alternatively, why not tell her it's him in the costume? Does he not trust her to keep his secret? Does he think he's not enough for her? Does he think she's too sensitive to trust him as his true self?

They clearly added this plot point just so that the agnostic foster parents would get pissed at the other foster kids for referring to Kenny as a guardian angel.

Now you might be thinking, "Who cares it doesn't make sense? South Park is a very surreal and raunchy comedy. It's best material comes from jokes that are unrealistic/don't make sense.". Yes, their JOKES don't have to make sense and those jokes are often even effective as plot points. Kenny's interactions with Karen however are meant to be taken seriosuly, for the most part at least. If they are meant to be taken seriously they need internal logic or at least they can't be too jarring. Now you might be thinking: "Who cares if it's meant to be serious? It matters how it makes you feel, not if it makes sense.". To that I reply that we can't choose how we feel. I can't choose to feel touched by a giant plot hole and serious out-of character moments. Furhtermore, the show didn't even use Karen much, nor she get any development besides very superficial stuff. I must admit, that I felt touched by "The Poor Kid" at first, but the more I think about it, the less sense it makes and the more I realize how superficial Kenny and Karen's relationship truly is. The irony is that Kenny already had way better developed relationships with his friends and even with one-shot characters like Tammy and Kelly. So Kenny and Karen's dynamic isn't only nonsensical and superficial, it's also redundant. It's nonsensical even from a writing perspective. What is the point of creating Karen if all you end up doing with her is using her as a plot device that needs constant care so that another one of your characters gets the spotlight, when you already have plenty of developed characters that could also serve Karen's role sometimes? Sure, Stan, Kyle and aren't nearly as fragile as Karen, but they are not perfect or untouchable. It can't be THAT hard to imagine them being incapacitated from time to time and Kenny having to rescue or comfort them. It certainly can't be harder than creating a new character. There's also Butters who is one of the more fragile characters, he could use some more help from Kenny from time to time. In fact, he and Kenny had shown great chemistry (In the sense that their relationship is entertaining, as I see their relationship as platonic. No offense to Bunny shippers.). It also goes without saying that Butters already has way more development and agency than Karen.

They could've also had Kenny help some other recurring characters, like Wendy, Craig, Tweek, Jimmy and many more.

They could've even had Cartman fulfill Karen's purpose. Sure, he's often the villain, but he's not pure evil and he can get along with others, especially Kenny. He also seems to have improved in later seasons, though how far he'll go or if this will even last is something we'll have to wait and see.

Sure, it would make even less sense for Kenny to pose as any other's guardian angel than it does for Karen, but the mere concept of adding Karen just so that Kenny has someone to take care of makes no sense, so him being Karen's guardian angel feels redundant regardless.

There's also the fact that, of course, Kenny doesn't need to be constantly helpful to get more spotlight. No, don't get me wrong, he's not a Mary Sue, he's not even close to it, but since South Park already has tons of interesting characters, said characters have potential to contribute to a plot with Kenny.

[ridhearts]

VAMP AU - basics i.

Curious about the Heartslabyul Coven, are we? Go ahead and take a peek - they’re very friendly with the humans, after all.

CW: blood, death, stalking/hunting, religious imagery, dark/obsessive/possessive characters. this au is not NSFW, but it does deal with darker content and sometimes discusses sensuality and sensual topics. reader discretion is advised.

overview. ❧ {heartslabyul}. savanaclaw. octavinelle. scarabia. pomefiore. ignihyde. diasomnia.

The Heartslabyul Coven has one of the strongest relationships with humans to date. This is because of the strict rules the members have to follow, which dictate the hours of the day they can feed, times of the month they can feed and how often, all the way down to how they should dress and otherwise present themselves both in the human and vampire realm. Members of the Heatslabyul Coven are talented magic users all around, though there is a noticeable amount of healers that originate from this coven. However, there is great variety in the specialized magic each vampire pursues. They usually live in civilized and highly populated areas, though not typically  in massive, bustling cities (are suburban vampires a thing?) 

They can feed on humans, but it must be consensual and can only be done a certain number of times in a year / decade / century / however they measure time. It also has to be done in a specific way to ensure the safety of the human. Most humans turned by the Heartslabyul Coven were either done consensually or on a young vampire’s first feeding. Many Heatslabyul Coven members have close human friends that allow them to feed whenever they need to, as the allotted chances are just barely enough to get by. This Coven isn’t seen as a family, but there is an expected responsibility towards the coven and very few leave without being lured back. 

These vampires make the easiest friends, but sometimes it’s hard to tell if they like you or the freedom you give them when you allow them to feed on you in a pinch…

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Riddle Rosehearts - Vicious Repentance

Riddle is not the coven head, but he is well-respected throughout Heartslabyul ranks. Sometimes, coven members get a say in who the next coven leader should be if the head decides to step down or dies, and Riddle is expected to take that spot eventually or AT LEAST be an official liaison/diplomat between worlds.

He was turned a long, long, long time ago, so long ago he no longer remembers what his human life was like. His vampire mother won't tell him, either, but she has said that she saved him from a far worse fate than vampirism. Riddle only has his (abnormally?) small stature to testify to that. (AKA both his human parents and vampire parents are terrible. Part of the reason he's so small is because he was also sickly as a human. If you're wondering, the vampire mom is the counterpart to his canon mom, but his vampire mom is very similar in her rules and upbringing.)

Riddle is constantly grappling with the fact that his turning was (most likely) in disagreement with the rules of the coven. Over time, he’s pieced together a rough idea that his vampire mother forcibly turned him, wanting a child of her own and seeing he was on death’s door anyway. The rules have been around for longer than he has, and his vampire mother has ensured that he has followed every last one, yet he knows he didn't consent to being turned and his mother was a very competent vampire, even at the time, so there's no way he was turned accidentally. It bothers him that his entire life has been and will be dictated by rules that were broken to get him here in the first place.

Riddle is adept at practically every magical subject he's been introduced to. He's one of a few vampires who have learned how to weaken the connection others have to magic for a short amount of time. This plus his general obedience makes him a popular faux-proxy for when people need to be kept in check.

He doesn't actually have any political interest, and he's not even sure he ever wanted to be a vampire in the first place. He certainly doesn't want to be subjected to his vampire mother's rules for eternity. Even worse, he's tired of her old-fashioned views and talk of wanting to take over the human realm. Riddle feels like he has no control in his life, despite having great vampiric ability.

In a sort of inverse from canon, what he really wants is to offer his vampiric healing for humans - it can't perform outright miracles, but it's usually more effective than human medicine (or at least faster). If he has to get into politics or law, he'd like to lobby for human interests in vampiric-human relationships. What can he say? Something about humans is charming. He likes them.

All Riddle wants is to carve out his own cozy little life and live with as much harmony as he can. And if you happen to be a part of that…what do you say? Will you allow him to atone for his own disgraceful turning by offering yourself for a proper one? 

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 Trey Clover - Absent Loyalties

Trey is a true vampire with a fairly regular nuclear family unit. They’re owners of one of the more popular/successful vampire businesses in the human world, a bakery that is 100% safe for both humans and vampires! None of it is advertised, as vampires still tend to hide in the shadows, but it’s well known to local vampires that the food is all edible and the windows are specially tinted so they, too, can enjoy a window seat if they so please.

As a result, Trey is familiar with both the vampire realm and the human realm. He has to go between them to help his parents report expenses and such, which is a chore he hates. Going between realms is never a fun situation. Vampire purists look at him with disgust, as if they can smell the human on him, and he finds it somewhat aggravating that his family has to relinquish part of their profits to a governing body that may or may not be wanting to take over the realm they do business in. The human realm is hardly much better, with the suburban gossip about vampires popping up around the allotted Heartslabyul feeding times.

He has been friends with Riddle for a long time, and often covers for him when he wants to get away from his vampire mother. 

Despite being deeply rooted in both vampire affairs and the human realm, Trey is largely apathetic when it comes to the boiling tension that sometimes becomes a little too obvious between realms. He’s lived through peaceful times and times of turmoil, and he greatly prefers peace and cooperation. But there’s not much he can do about it, so he keeps quiet unless directly asked about anything.

Trey doesn’t know if he’d choose one realm over the other. Both have taken from him, both have given to him. He just wants to worry about the people close to him, rather than be caught up in such lofty and troubling thoughts. 

He’s had to sacrifice a lot to reach his happy passivity. However, if he ever manages to find someone who’s so willing to bring what he’s had to lose, someone who could be entirely his even without a dramatic bonding ritual…well. He’d be willing to do whatever it takes to keep that in his life, for sure.

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 Cater Diamond - Human Façade

Cater is a true vampire, but he acts more like a human. He’s fascinated by the fast-paced, cutesy trends they come up with (which pass even faster with a lifetime as eternal as his.)

He has a popular Instagram account, but he’s pretty controversial on Magicam due to his love of humans. (And yes, he can appear in photos as long as they’re digital!)

Cater doesn’t really have super strong ties to anybody within his community. He has his two sisters, who eagerly await his reports on human life (as they were the ones interested in the culture but couldn’t set up residence in the human realm). He is kind of friends with local Heartslabyul members, but there’s nobody who is his BEST friend.

Deep inside, Cater likes humans the same way he likes vampires, but he finds keeping up with their trends exhausting. Even when he winds up liking something the humans have come up with, it’s gone in the blink of an eye. He feels like he has to constantly flit about to keep up, and he’s always in search of something that he likes and that’ll stick.

He’s the most traditionally vampiric of the Heartslabyul cast members because he frequently hangs out at night. The others have mostly shifted their internal clocks so they can sleep during the night or have just accepted they won’t be getting much sleep. But he likes to hang out when it’s cool, quiet, and dark, his phone tucked away and his head craned back to look at the stars.

Cater has the hookup when it comes to knowing humans who will let vampires drink from them in a pinch. He’s got lots of blood buddies who only need his endorsement to let a vampire drink from them. Cater says it’s all just a mutually beneficial agreement, a friendship that follows “the more, the merrier!” But sometimes it feels like another piece of him he’s forced to share…

So, if someone comes along that likes him best of all, can you really blame him for wanting desperately to make them stay?

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 Deuce Spade - Fledgling Mistakes

Deuce used to be a human, and a rowdy one at that. He started fights, disrespected authority, and spent late nights out with no word to his mother. Then he came home one night to find her in the midst of being attacked by a vampire. He fought the vampire off, but they were both turned by the end of the night.

Deuce's and his mother's transformations are almost complete, but they are still subject to some very specific rules of the coven that found them. His mother doesn't have much of a problem fitting in, but Deuce, despite his determination to do things right in this new eternal life, is still struggling to let go of his delinquent lifestyle.

He's still learning the coven rules, and often has lessons with Ace (when Ace has to do remedial learning). Ace frequently brings him into trouble, running around to scare people or hunt and disturb the wildlife even though he KNOWS he's not supposed to.

Deuce likes to work for Trey's bakery when they need an extra hand. It makes him feel dependable and like he's getting the hang of these rules!

Ace brings Deuce along on when he follows Cater to his parties, although Deuce brings his full awkward energy. Despite the overwhelming urge to bite somebody, anybody in the room, he sits with his hands in his lap and a thousand-yard stare, determined not to get carried away.

Deuce tries not to feed on humans, both because he used to be one and he isn't sure he could control himself if he did. But if you ever wind up offering your blood to him…do you really trust him that much? Are you sure? Okay…he'll try not to get carried away, but he can't truly promise anything…

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Ace Trappola - Tedious Eternity

Ace is a true vampire with an attitude problem. He's constantly being forced into remedial programs to re-learn the rules of the coven. He's even been forcibly placed within the human realm, where his connection to magic should (theoretically) be weaker, and he's closer to Riddle, who can be easily used as a proxy and keep Ace's magic in check.

Ace loves to scare humans and is largely responsible for the nearby humans being aware of the existence of vampires. He doesn't go much further than lurking in plain sight and occasionally having a good chase, but it's enough to get him reprimanded frequently for his shenanigans.

Like Cater, Ace is popular with the humans who don't mind the vampire preference and often tags along when Cater goes out. (He gives off "someone was forced to bring their little brother to this party with alcohol and now he's just watching everyone be drunk around him" vibes sometimes, but he knows how to do lots of card tricks so it doesn't normally get too awkward. 

He only goes to get away from the coven and to hang out. Ace doesn't like the idea of using one of Cater's "blood buddies." He likes being the cool and aloof vampire, and would much rather hunt when everybody else does on somebody he doesn't know (and then a few extra times when nobody is looking.) It almost feels vulnerable, and he's not into it at all.

Overall, Ace has this carefree attitude about him and he seems content to waste his eternity of pranks and jokes. But he is still a vampire. If he finds someone worth keeping around, he might be open to a change, and maybe even a regular blood buddy. Hope you don't mind your new nocturnal nuisance hanging around.