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[specialagentlokitty]

Damon x reader - food wars

Hey it’s me again I loved the jealous Damon request that I asked for I was wondering if it’s ok to ask for another one maybe the reader and Damon could be doing some baking that ends up with a massive food fight. Can easily wait and understand if your super busy and can’t write it - @elenavampire21 💜

You had a huge order for the following week, so as you closed up the shop, you made sure to remind Damon you would be busy for the next week.

Setting your phone back on your desk, you walked through the kitchen and began to look at the list of what you needed.

You had back to back orders, and the first was a pick up for the following afternoon, so you began to get out everything you needed.

Heading to the back, you started to search through everything, bringing out what you needed.

“You know you shouldn’t leave the door open.”

You smiled a little bit and brushed your hands on your aprons.

“It wasn’t, it was closed.”

You turned around and immediately you were pulled in for a kiss, and you kissed your boyfriend back before pulling away.

“Don’t work.”

“I’ve got to Damon, this needs to be done for tomorrow so I can decorate it before pick up.”

“Ugh fine.”

He walked to the wall and pulled on an apron and stood next to you, looking at what you were doing.

You handed him some eggs and told him what to do.

But Damon wasn’t really a man of work.

He soon got bored and started looking for something else to do.

Taking a spoon, he put it in the batter and he looked at you, and without thinking he just flung it.

You stopped what you were doing and turned around to look at him.

“What the hell?” You asked confused.

“I would say sorry but I wouldn’t mean it.”

You rolled your eyes and set the rest of the cake tins in the ovens and walked back over, taking a handful of flour you blew it at his face.

He coughed and stepped back, and took some more batter and threw it at you.

“Damon come on!” You laughed.

“You blew flour in my face!” He huffed.

“You started it!”

He grinned a little and you threw an egg at him and ran away.

With a laugh Damon grabbed a couple of eggs and looked around before tossing them just above where you were so they hit you.

You laughed and tossed batter at him this time.

And all out food war took place while you were waiting for the cakes to cook, and eventually you got tired and sat down at the desk.

Damon walked over and sat on the desk, looking down at you with a little grin.

“I win.” He beamed.

“For now.”

You smirked at him and set you pen aside as you got up to finish your work.

“Clean up for me.”

“I’m not your bitch.”

“Yes you are.”

You finished your work while Damon grumbled about having to be on cleanup duty.

But whenever you walked past he would give you a kiss or hug you

[moonstruksandco]

⋆｡ 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑲⋆｡˚

𓆩You’re deep in your electives, honor classes and pre-prep exams and you managed to juggle all of that with a part time job.

And somehow, through it all, you have a singular one-night stand, and get pregnant.

With an IUD in.

Also, by a vampire.

Allegedly.𓆪

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑿 (𝒂𝒐𝟑) ;ଓ

i. liability ✦ lorde

ii. spinnin ✦ madison beer

iii. hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have – but I have it ✦ lana del rey

iv. decode ✦ paramore

v. moves ✦ suki waterhouse (mild nsfw, MDNI)

vi. we can’t be friends ✦ ariana grande

vii. (wait for your love) ✦ ariana grande

viii. jade ✦ lolo zouaï

ix . sometimes ✦ faye webster

x. silver lining ✦ the neighbourhood

SECOND ARCH

xi. colour of the trap ✦ miles kane

xii. high and dry ✦ radio head (20%)

For overall warnings please pleasseee read the tags on AO3 ᯓ★ This is a poly fic!! minors dni because that’ll make you straight up ugly and gross★

image used for the posters does not depict what reader should or could look like! im a poc dark skinned woman who just likes the pics ᡣ𐭩

[enzosbaby]

Isn’t it just hot. The way he bit his lip 😩❤️

[zaceouiswriting]

The Art of Seduction: Malachai “Kai” Parker P.2

Character: Malachai “Kai” Parker x male reader

Universe: Vampire Dairies/Legacies

Warnings: Smut, Kinky

Authors note: Hello, you beautiful people! I was confronted with a little problem. To your info, this never should’ve been written. This series was planned as one-shots, but I foolishly did not mention that anywhere. Therefore, as @obviouslyhex requested the second part in a repost, I felt compelled to do it. To make sure I made myself clear, never try anything this sneaky and cheeky again! I rather have a DM or a Comment under the post. But thank you for your interest in my work! Despite all of that, I actually think this is one of my better works, so hopefully, you can all enjoy the piece that should never have existed.

Life became exciting. To hold Mr. Parker in the dark about me and my past made our play even more enticing. Despite his tough outer shell, I knew it was butter in my hands. The day after I got him to bend me over his desk to fuck me deep with his massive cock, I knew that he was a goner. Already the day after, he almost was like a love-drunken puppy. It made me a little sick.

He was supposed to be that big evil psychopath playing with people’s feelings and lives. Too easy to get him hooked onto me. I didn’t even have to use my magic to corrupt his mind for me. The touches he'd sneaked in all the time we had seen each other. Standing close to my table, closer than usual, standing perfectly so I could see his bulge, but no one else could.

I knew what he wanted, for me to fall onto my knees and worship his body as his loyal follower he believes I am. But instead, I left his class after the bell rang. He was flabbergasted, ran after me the rest of the day, and tried to get me to bend over for him again and again.

Eventually, it got so bad that I just began to ignore him, letting him hang and craving my touch.

For days, this was everything he had done, almost begging me to touch him in any way, 

The moment he felt something different about me, his soft spot for me vanished seemingly out of nowhere. His eyes were cold and stoic, fixated on me as if he wanted to rip my head off and drink me empty. Eventually, that heat surged up inside me again, my cock growing to hardness as his murderous gaze was focused on me once more.

The whole class didn't take his eyes off me, only this time, I loved his attention. When the bell rang, he stood firm and straightened his back. „Everyone can go. Except for you!“ His finger pointed out my figure, voice just as cold as his blood-lusting eyes.

Before everyone had left the room, he came right up to me. He didn't care if anyone could see his hand suddenly gripped my neck tight enough to kill me if he wanted to. My pulse ran a hundred miles an hour. For the first time, I feared him. I knew he would kill me if he wanted to, even though he couldn't. Only the thought of him trying; made me almost cum hands-free in my pants.

Instead of breaking my neck, he pulled me towards him, feet in the air. I didn't have a word in that matter. As his face got closer, I hoped he would bite me and drink some of my blood. But the only friction I got was him breathing in heavily.

„What does that mean?" he asked, whispering in my ear. For a second, I was dumbed out of my brain. I was confused. He ripped open my shirt a little to reveal a freshly healed wound on my shoulder. If he only knew that half my body was covered with these bite wounds.

„I had some fun with one of the werewolf football players.“ After I told him this piece of Information, he squeezed my throat. Thanks to my magic, he couldn’t do real damage, but he did not have to know this. Instead, I licked my lips lasciviously, enjoying the pain he was inflicting on me.

He scoffed, he fucking scoffed, did not even change the neutral line his lips had made. No grin, or sadistic look in his eyes, more a look of disgust.

Carelessly, he suddenly threw me through the air. I landed forcefully against one of the walls. Before I could understand what was happening, I got pulled off the ground again, just to be thrown again, punched in the air, and landed right onto one of the desks.

Covered in blood and even more confused, Mr. Parker finally stopped his attack on my body and turned my body over so that I was lying on my back. „I hope you had fun with this little mud. We'll see if it felt worthy of dying for a quick fuck with a beast."

Up until this point, I never thought that this man would actually hurt me. It happened like that, sinking his teeth into my neck and sucking the blood out of my body. I immediately felt my body weaken.

That was not for long. Soon Mr. Parker fell, his fangs just slipping out of my neck. But the damage to him was already done, and a primal lust in me had awakened.

Concentrating on my healing, using a little bit of my magic, my blood content was filled in mere moments while my wounds were all in unison healed. „That was not a good idea, Mr. Parker, my god!“ I told him with a smirk as I slowly got up from where he had tried to drink me dry.

Standing again, only blood on my skin, but not a single open wound. My back was to the man that just tried to take my life. „I never thought that you would dare to kill me. But maybe, it was for the best.“ Finally, I turned around to him, my eyes completely turquoise, with no pupil or iris, just that one color.

Fear flowed through the body of the man, that never had to fear anything but was feared by everyone else. Incredulous, he looked at me out of big eyes that tried to understand what was happening. With not even the movement of my hand, I only needed my thoughts he began to levitate.

I approached his floating body and ran my fingers over his clothing. They slowly dissolved only the parts my finger had already passed. „It is sad, Mr. Parker. I had so much hope in you. Once I saw the lust for blood in you, the disregard for life, and the hatred for almost everything. I thought I found someone just like me, but in the end, you were just like anyone else; pathetic.“

Shortly after my small monolog, I finally reached his neck, his Adam’s apple, and nervously jumped up and down as I softly caressed it between two fingers. Only to wander further up and feel his trimmed beard beneath my fingertips as they made their way to his sinful lips. So delicious.

I could only bend for a little bit, capturing them with mine. With no fuss, he let me do whatever I wanted. But that was more my fault than his. After getting my back straight again, after that brief chaste kiss, I finally saw what I had been feeling, his big eyes following my every move, so scared, so pathetic.

„For the first time in my life, I felt something when I first looked into your eyes, although I could see that one day you'll be my man. But now I don't know if that's still possible."

While I made eye contact, my right hand roamed over his gorgeous body, caressing his tight, muscular chest and massaging his beautiful, perfectly chiseled abs all the way down to his already rock-hard, big cock. With a few lazy strokes, I felt his pleasure coursing through his body, his cheeks faintly pink.

„Your jealousy got you something that will kill you; my blood. Every cell of my body is filled with magical energy, enough to destroy everything that exists if I lose control. Surely enough to kill a sole vampire, warlock hybrid.“ Slowly I started to stroke his cock more energetically. Though he was doing his best not to show me he was enjoying it, the moans that erupted every now and then gave him away, and I was not even reacting to his loud gasps for air. „But I know a way to save your little… pathetic life. You only have to call me ‚Master‘.“ A dirty smirk appeared on my lips, knowing his ego would not allow something like this.

„Never!“ He brought out after a lot of difficulties.

„I knew you would say that.“ My smirk grew as I let him float around, letting him land on his own desk. I put one of his bare legs on my shoulder and stared straight into his soul. „The werewolf alpha said something similar before I completely broke him while fucking his tight virgin ass in the locker room this morning. He begged me to fill him with my semen, to impregnate him. If I wanted to, I even had the option to make him my breeding whore. With magic as powerful as mine, I only have to decide to do something like this. You know.“

As I talked to him and recounted my past antics, I simultaneously undid my fly, nothing more, and pulled out my own already rock-hard cock. Just as thick as my teachers, although I was half an inch shorter. I was still not fully grown at that point, though.

As soon as my cock head touched his tight, apparently also virgin hole, it started licking precum. Smearing it all over that sweet entrance, I teased it repeatedly but never let it slip in. „Before I let you fuck me…Ohhh, so good! Before I let you fuck me, I was solely a top… Ohhh, man… Guh… Fucking every man I wanted. I hoped you would be… Fuck… were the right man, but no, you are just a fuckhole like any other man!“

More and more moans and groans left my mouth as I grew impatient to only play with the man's hole. „I hope you are ready!“ I yelled at him, not giving him any more time. I pushed past his muscle and rammed myself painfully inside of him.

His hand grabbed his desk and ripped it apart as well. He gritted his teeth to keep me from getting the satisfaction of his screams. „Let it out!“ I ordered him, but he did not listen. So I slapped him hard enough that his head flew to the side. Finally, his painful groans filled the air. „Was it- Fuck- Was it so hard now?“ My question, full of smugness, made him stare at me murderously, dangerously. If he only had never lost this side for me.

„God, your ass is… is perfect- Fuck!“ I grabbed his other leg and threw it over my shoulders as well, grabbed his waist, and began pumping in and out at a brutal rate. Now he was the one who lubricated me with his blood, breaking him from the inside out. But at the same time, making sure that the magic inside my blood did not kill him by taking every bit of excess magic out of him. It was the easiest way.

I never, in my life, had an ass like his; perfectly peachy and still hard as a rock. It felt amazing. Especially his sweet hole. As my pumps became even more brutal, I ran my hands over his magnificent body, for he was already clinging to the wood of his desk for dear life; I didn't need to hold him in place as well.

„You are the single most beautiful man I have ever seen!“ I told him, groaning into his ear, folding him completely. My voice was husky and out of breath. With his knees beside his head, I stared directly into his beautiful blue-grey eyes. „Maybe… Just maybe I will keep you. Make you- God, I am close! Make you in my little cock whore! Fuck! Fuck! I’m coming!“ I screamed finally, spilling my seed deep inside his intestines.

Out of breath, I fell onto his muscular chest and tried to regain control of my breathing. I felt his sides up and down. He was like me, trying to get enough air inside his lungs.

„Even though you're pathetic, you're one hell of a fuck!" I told him when I had gathered enough strength to get off his chest again. He still looked at me out of almost empty eyes, never breaking eye contact. „Oh, did you think that we were finished and you could get to sleep now?“ I asked him in a mocking tone. „Oh poor, stupid Mr. Parker, no, I will fuck you as long as I want, for at least an hour, until my magic is back inside me!“ A devilish grin replaced the smug one I had worn throughout our sexual encounter.

My dick hasn’t left this hole yet. Still rock-hard inside him, I just started moving again. But when I heard his high-pitched whimper, I stopped, only to watch his fat balls squirt another load onto his stomach. „God, you came again, already? I didn’t even need to touch you!“ I grabbed his cock, carefully playing with its head, smearing his cum, all over it. „Pleeasee, stop that!“ He begged me.

"Then cum for me again. Come on bitch I know you want that!" Now more aggressively massaging his cock head, his breathing quickened once more. I only pumped into him shallowly, so his prostate didn't get enough friction.

„Plea-Please fuck me-I need-You have to-“

„Tze, Tze, Tze, I don't have to do anything, my little slut. You are now under my control, and you still have to call me by my title.“ I let it sink in for a while, but he was already fucked stupid enough.

So I took my cock out of his gorgeous ass and pushed it back deep into his gut, and penetrated his prostate once more. Before he could come through, I squeezed his cock painfully and pulled his balls.

„Noooo!“

I just shrugged and fucked him at a brutal pace, still having his balls pulled away in my hand. „We will see how long you can keep this superior attitude up, pretty boy!“

„I’m-I’m- Ughhh… older than, Arghh- you!“

„You think.“ I kissed him again, shutting him up effectively.

As we fell into a peaceful silence, with only our skins clapping onto each other could be heard, I actually lost myself in his eyes. If things were different, maybe I could have loved him, but without such feelings, it's just a handsome face.

But Mr. Parker was more resilient than I thought. Even though I made him my personal cock slut, he remained adamant about being my boss. So I decided to play dirty.

My hand wrapped around his delicious neck, squeezing tightly, but that was not my master plan. He found himself touched everywhere. His eyes rolled back in his head as his body became overworked. Magical minimal touches drove him into insanity. His tongue; sticking out, like the cheap whore he is. All the while, only a shallow airflow held him half-dead. Vampires are a weird thing; On one hand, they're dead, but on the other, as long as there's fresh blood flowing through their veins, they're kind of alive.

That I could even have such thoughts with my fat cock, deep in the most delicious hole of the most beautiful man I have ever seen - was a miracle.

I had lost track of time as soon as my cock entered him. But even though this was the case, Malachai, as I will call him from now on, he has lost all authority in my eyes, looking at me hungrily like that, still did not break.

Therefore my last trick had to be played. Suddenly immeasurable pain filled his head. „I will not ask again, pretty boy.“ I fucked him harder and harder. Quickly I could feel myself approaching another orgasm.

„Please… Please!“ He finally cried out, real salty tears rolling down his cheeks. Maybe he was more alive than I thought.

„I can hear you, and you know what to do to get treated well!“ His lips became a neutral line as he tried his best to endure the pain and the pleasure.

„Master, please,“ he whispered quietly.

„I couldn't hear you!“ My smugness was audible for the man, but he was finally at his breaking point.

„I beg you, Master!“ More tears went down his face. Without an answer, I let go of his balls, and he came like a volcano within seconds. His moans were so loud and lewd that I was sure that they could even get out my seal, and I loved the idea of other people hearing this slut, moaning for me.

He was covered in his own cum when he finished. His ass had spasmed so powerfully that I had to stop before I came with him. Instead, I waited until he was loose again and continued to fuck him for a few more minutes.

Penetrating his prostate so well that he went in and out of consciousness. „FUCK!“ I finally screamed. Coming inside him so much that it flowed out before I could even pull my dick out of him.

Half asleep, I opened my seal and wanted to leave the room, letting him lie there. We fucked until the sun went down. So it was sure that I got all my magic back. But someone came to the room, so I had to do something about that. 

I rolled my eyes with a blink of my eyes and teleported us both to his room, an adjoining bathroom. Carefully I carried him effortlessly to it, washing him, cleaning out his insides, and putting some comfortable clothes onto him. As I laid him into his bed, I went beside him under his blanket, pulling him onto my chest. In a couple of years, I surely will be taller than him in every part.

„Remember what I am to you, and I will be good to you, care for you as if you are a king.“ I whispered into his ear, my breath hot and my words sincere. „But if you ever… I mean, disrespect me EVER; today would be a wet dream for you. Do you understand, my little slut?“

He did not answer me, probably already too far away, but he weakly pulled himself further on top of me, his hands grasping for my warmth and possible love. I could get used to that. At least if he loves me, he won't leave, I told myself that.

[Masterlist]

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[nightingale2004]

I have no regrets for this au

Princes Viserra's line

Guess who let themselves think to much HotD and Mikaelsons together.

@riderofblackdragons mostly your fault, you encourage, I share I over think.

also can be blamed on @nightingale2004 Post here

Viserra our drunken horse riding princess got picked as the Mikaelson's Targaryen link so she lives yay, get gets to be the mother of the start of this nightmare mess

Warning for incest, I couldn't pick which parent was the Targaryen before I realised why did I need to pick just one.

Slight changes to Characters names

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Princess Viserra was once known as the most beautiful of Queen Alysanne Targaryen's daughters, after her marriage she became better known as the cold dragon.

Following her marriage she vowed to give her father what he wanted and never return south, King Jaehaerys wanted his daughters out of his sight so he would never lay eyes on her again.

She kept her word, when years later following the birth of her first child; she refused to present her to the king and queen. 

Queen Alysanne flew White Harbor herself with offers and promises, princess Viserra’s children would be princesses and princes of the realm.

Still the princess refused to leave the north instead Queen Alysanne returned to king's landing to present Princess Daehlia to the king, this was repeated the following year for Prince Mikael and a couple of years after that with Princess Aesther.

Theomore Manderly was clearly proud of his youngest children but after the birth of Princess Aesther he refused to share his wife’s bed claiming he had been widowed enough that he wouldn’t risk losing his princess.

Even when King Jaehaerys grew ill and it was said pleaded for his daughters and wife, Princess Viserra, his last living daughter, laughed and refused at both the letter summoning her south and her children’s request.

Her father didn’t want his daughter running about the kingdom, she had sworn a vow and she would keep it.

—

As the children grew it was clear while Princess Daehlia had gotten her mother’s dark purple eyes and fine features even if she had gotten the dark hair found in northerners, her younger siblings were thought of as the king and queen come again.

Yet the arrangement came from kings landing that princess Viserra’s eldest children would wed as the Targaryen way, however Princess Daehlia vanished before the wedding could pass and Prince Mikael and Princess Aesther wedded.

Rumours spread that Mikael had done away with his dark haired sister so he could wed his golden one.

But however it happened, the marriage proved more fruitful than the royal couple’s with their second child coming just days after the princess Rhaenyra’s tenth birthday.

While the lost of their first born Fraeya was said to have gutted the prince and princess the safe delivery of another son just months after her death was considered a breath of hope; but no one knows why, when any mention of how much the new child favoured the lost Princess Daehlia was met with rage from the new parents.

—--

“Brother please” his little brother’s normally controlled voice contained almost panic when he discovered in his room “don’t do this.”

“Aelijah.“ Finn sighed pausing in his packing, “I can't be father’s heir.” he tried to explain.

“And I can?” Aelijah heaved a sigh forcing Finn to turn to look at his little brother, just turned four and ten years old but with his hands set on his hip and looking at him with a serious look in his dark purple eyes he looked far older. Aelijah could be the perfect heir if not for birth order and the other misfortune of birth.

Finn stepped forward the moment he noticed the expression crumpled, Finn wasn’t sure if it was greenseeing of grandfather’s northern blood or the dragon dreams of grandmother’s but the dreams had left AElijah overcome with moments of fear and confusion. Finn had grown up managing his brother’s slip ups, he knew Niklaeus was just a versed, he wasn’t truly needed anymore

“Finn the things that are coming,” AElijah muttered into his chest “the house of the dragon is going to snap and claw and bleed itself and I can't face it alone.”

“Alright, I'll find another way.” He lied.

Prince Finn was last seen travelling with a flame-haired wildling woman.

—-

Rumours abound that Hayley Stark’s daughter is the child of Niklaeus’ not Aelijah’s, and Cregan used the shame to bring the calmer of the royal brothers into his house than lose his sister to another but whatever the truth was Prince Mikael’s rage at losing another heir was clear to all.

There was no talk about the marriage itself the north knew better than to question whatever is going on between the younger sister of Cregan Stark, Prince Mikael’s former heir and Lord Knott, it was their marriage and the mountain clans had their own way of doing things.

—-

Klaeus hates his father, that Mikael’s grasping reach for power was the reason Aelijah took the first chance to flee to House Stark.

He knows Mikael blamed him for everything, that Niklaeus’ arranged it all so he could wed Rebaekah himself but he wanted his siblings to stay with him losing Aelijah to the starks was not part of it.

He was just glad he could still over over him though the ravens, it was how he knew the dreams were getting worse.

Klaeus grew up with Aelijah's dreams and then Rebaekah’s he knew to listen and read them, House Targaryen was going to tear itself apart and Mikael's want to be a part of it, for the power, was going to destroy them.

Klaeus was going to need to do something about his parents before they got them all killed.

[sarahowritesostucky]

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OKAY SO

Obviously we have The Lamb and The Goat from cotl

And like, idk how popular of an idea this already is or anything, hell for all i know it might just straight up be canon, or I may just be drawing lines where there aren't any, but The Goat always seemed to me like the version of The Lamb but for Shamura instead of Narinder.

What about The Lamb of the other 3 Bishops?

This idea might've been done before but I haven't seen it, so I'm gonna do it anyway.

I might draw them at some point but for now its just words lol

(aforementioned Words under the cut)

Heket- The Cow. Cows, based on a quick google search, (but Not the ai overview bc that thing is stupid) seems to be pretty widely accepted as counting as a Sacrificial animal, not to the same degree as lambs or goats, but the point still stands. ALSO, being that Heket is representative of Famine, a Cow seems like an obvious choice, as an animal that can provide multiple different types of food, Beef and Milk, by extension all other dairy products. I imagine they would favor the Gauntlet weapon, as a symbol of the almost Primal Desperation that famine and starvation can cause, particularly the Vampiric Gauntlet.

Leshy- The Deer. Deer can also be viewed as a Sacrificial animal, though admittedly it's not super common from what I found. However, I feel that a Deer ties into Leshy's forest/woodland theme well. Admittedly not a lot of symbolism with this one bc Leshy doesn't really embody one of the 4 horsemen, instead embodying chaos, however Deer can have, and are kind if known for, very unpredictable, thereby chaotic, behavior. I dont imagine they favor any particular weapon, in the name of unpredictability.

Kallamar- The Rat. Rats from what I saw are not Sacrificial animals, at least not in the way the rest of the animals on this list are. However, I feel a Rat is fitting for Kallamar given that he is the Bishop of Pestilence. Rats tend to be (often wrongfully) given the blame for the spread of disease quite often. They are also used commonly in lab testing, most often for medications, and when I googled whether they were a Sacrificial animal or not, I got a lot of results about Scientists having to "sacrifice" lab rats. I feel that The Rat would favor Curses over any of the normal Weapons, though I haven't decided which curse in particular.

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Please give us som Vlad headcanons!!! :)

Oh boy, you're gonna wish you'd never asked 😆 Long post ahead

🎧 Vlad is a huge fan of 80s synth-pop and new wave. Depeche Mode, The Cure, The Smiths, Duran Duran, Tears For Fears, Pet Shop Boys, a-ha, and New Order, to name just a few.

🎵 On a similar (quarter) note, music from the late 70s and early 80s is still difficult for him to listen to because it reminds him of the years he was pining for Maddie, the accident, and being hospitalized. Mid-80s music and beyond, when he began to take his life back and build his wealth and power, is his "good old days" music.

🎹 Another music headcanon: In Familiar, I hinted at Vlad being a pianist. I think he'd look pretty hot playing a saxophone, maybe even a trumpet. And Martin Mull is a pretty good guitarist and singer, so Vlad also having those talents would be really cool. But I like to believe that Vlad plays the geekiest, dorkiest, nerdiest, most Slav-coded instrument of all: the accordion. Just imagine him torturing Danny and Sam and Tucker with polka music and ballads about cheese while on a camping trip. Maybe Wulf howling in agony from somewhere in the woods.

🧀 Yeah, he’s basically the negaverse equivalent of Weird Al.

👂 Vlad got his ear pierced in the mid-90s.

🔥 Despite being a fire specter ("having a fire core", to use the phandom terms), Vlad loves the cold. Winter is his favorite season, Christmas his favorite holiday. A bit of a spoiler for either chapter 13 or 14 of Familiar: Vlad is a superb ice skater.

💔 Besides his mother, Maddie was the only woman Vlad ever loved.

🐄 Vlad grew up the son of a poor Wisconsin dairy farmer. His mother was a first-generation Romanian* immigrant. He was the first member of his family to go to college, and on a full scholarship. He has no siblings. (*I may adapt Vlad’s nationality depending upon the story/art/situation, but generally I like to HC him as Romanian, which you can see on his backpack here in this AU.)

👊 Vlad was a victim of bullying in his teen years. Because of his first name and his ethnicity—not to mention his appearance and disposition: skinny, gangly, "ugly", shy, nerdy, poor—Halloween was always a miserable time for him: getting pelted with plastic vampire fangs in the hallways at school; cruel nicknames like "Count Vladislob" or "Vladis-louse"; racist remarks about his Romani mother; "Bleh bleh! I vant to suck your bluud!" It was awful.

✌️ Because he spent so many years being made to feel ashamed of his unusual name, when he became rich and successful after obtaining his ghost powers, he put his name and initial everywhere. V for Vlad.

🏈 Vlad got his love of Green Bay from his father. Apart from a shared surname, it was one of the only two (2) things he and his dad had in common.

🔧 Working on farm machinery like tractors and hay balers was the other. Vlad and his dad would often fix the farm equipment themselves rather than hire a mechanic—mostly out of necessity. Vlad is still pretty good with a monkey wrench, though in college his focus shifted from engineering to physics after meeting Jack and Maddie.

🚀 Vlad grew up in the sixties. Space race, the moon landing, the Cold War. Every kid his age had space fever. Vlad was no exception. His bedroom walls were a collage of stars, rockets, shuttles, astronauts, and cosmonauts. Yuri Gagarin was his hero. He wanted to be an astronaut when he grew up. (Just like Danny.)

🩸 I mentioned this on another post, but I'll add it here, too: Vlad's obsession with gaining more power stems from the trauma and weakness he experienced when he was hospitalized. He made a vow to never be that helpless again.

🪦 Both of Vlad's parents were dead by the time he got out of the hospital. He was estranged from the rest of the Masters family and therefore had no one to turn to.

👶 Because of this, Vlad became obsessed with having a family of his own. Ironically, the accident sterilized him. He will never be able have biological children.

🍪 Some of Vlad’s happiest memories are baking with his mother. He had (and still does have) quite a sweet tooth—and a penchant for cooking.

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Murf's AMA: Taltos

@adamnablelittledevil you sent me such an incredibly lovely & thorough ask that I wanted to address every single point you made. So I'm breaking your PM up into separate AMA-style posts. Thank you SO much!

"Also, what do you think of the Taltos species as a whole? Because the descriptions of the difficult and nearly lethal pregnancies, the "babies who walk" (that's how it was translated in Brazil), them having some kind of conscience and knowledge about themselves and their world since the beginning, their milk, their naivety etc... I'm usually really into creative and out-of-the-box stuff.... But the whole thing with Taltos, I couldn't really imagine and didn't make as much sense to me as the rest. I don't know if I need more information or if the concept itself didn't work for me. I just couldn't wrap my head around it.

VALID! 😂🤣 Taltos are arguably one of THE weirdest of all the beings in AR's Immortal Universe. And that's what makes them so interesting, IMO. As a whole, I loooove how AR interwove the Taltos into her Mayfair cosmogony, and I wish we'd gotten more Taltos POVs as main characters (Morrigan is one of my favorite AR females. And Ashlar is Best Boi!). AR just lost the plot with the Taltos, and gave up entirely after Blood Canticle (which, following that thread, was clearly for the best). It's a real shame. Lasher's our first and WORST introduction to AR's Taltos. He's a TERRIBLE representative for them, cuz as a whole Taltos are genuinely good people.

"I'm usually really into creative and out-of-the-box stuff, it's one of the reasons I enjoyed Blackwood Farm even though it was her weirdest book so far, I love Tolkien, Orwell, I once read a book that had an explosion and everyone ended up losing a limb and/or fusing with whatever or even whoever was the closest to them... Kids with their toys, children with their mothers, losing hands etc. And that book is one of my favorites."

And that's the very crux of it! If vampires are the embodiment of Thirst/Hunger, and ghosts are disembodied Unfinished Business, the Taltos are the embodiment of Childlike Innocence/Goodness. (And if there's ONE thing AR loves, it's child-centric motifs, and the power of maternal/parental bonds. Just like book!Madeleine, the Taltos Saint Ashlar is a dollmaker; he loves toys & kids. He just wants to find someone genetically compatible with him (a Taltos or a Mayfair--or both), so the Taltos don't die off as a species. Lasher just went about it THE worst way imaginable.

AR's Taltos easily represent ANY marginalized & disenfranchised race of people (the "noble savages" of racist white colonialist rhetoric). Which is IRONIC (and lowkey grating) how heavy-handed AR was with her explicitly racially coded white = good motif for the Taltos. She dabbles in eugenics & whitewashing too much, LBH. AR's Taltos value anything with a closer proximity to whiteness: they don't touch or eat or like anything that's not white (cuz white is the color of Mother's Milk). They're addicted to breastmilk, obsessed with dairy products, and are pescatarians who only eat things that are white (or pastel) in color. They're nymphomaniacs, and their reproductive process/gestation period is lightning fast; breeding like rabbits.

Although they're not human or part of our species (Homo Sapiens Sapiens), they're obviously still in the genus Homo, cuz Taltos can breed with humans. And we were their downfall. As the Taltos interacted & bred with humans (not always willingly), they lost their innocence, their society degenerated, and more Taltos gained greater capacities for meanness, selfishness, cruelty, etc--Lasher, the Dwarves, etc. Racist anti-miscegnation rhetoric aside, the Taltos are a tragic lesson about the prejudices of humanity, persecuting & demonizing people for no good reason--just cuz they were born different. Cuz of the way they look, and the culture they live in.

Fun fact: Taltos are from IRL folklore--Hungarian instead of Pictish (that's artistic license for you, lol). In Hungary, the táltos are like shamans, priests, prophets, and magicians.

There are a lot of disputed notions about táltos, including popular stories about magical drums and songs táltos use in musical divination.

Pócs, Éva. "The Hungarian táltos and the shamanism of pagan Hungarians. Questions and hypotheses." Acta Ethnographica Hungarica 63, no. 1 (2018): 149-196.

AR's Taltos were obviously inspired by these beliefs, as an important weakness of Lasher's is rhymes/songs/music. On the old Mayfair plantation Riverbend, the African slaves constantly played drums to keep Lasher away from them, cuz they knew Lasher was hypnotized by music, dancing helplessly. That's why Stella Mayfair was always throwing parties, and Uncle Julien turned his Victrola gramphone into a voodoo doll, cuz everyone knew songs & poetry could stop Lasher dead in his tracks. (Which is why it makes ZERO EFFING SENSE that AMC had Lasher seducing Rowan in the middle of a parade with all that music playing. Music puts HIM under spells, NOT the other way around!)

ANYWAY, I digress. (That effing show gets on my nerves.)

Babies/Faeries/Giants

Hungarians believed that people were born táltos; most easily recognized at birth, with certain birthmarks or uncommon/special features--esp. teeth & extra digits (making people think táltos were born talking & walking)--the same signs also associated with werewolves & other shapeshifters in Balkan culture.

Pócs, Éva. "The Hungarian táltos and the shamanism of pagan Hungarians. Questions and hypotheses." Acta Ethnographica Hungarica 63, no. 1 (2018): 149-196.

Which is likely why AR merged Hungarian lore with Celtic lore, since the Celts say the same thing about changelings born of the fae/elves/giants. Along with the Walking Baby premise, AR also makes her Taltos extremely tall; well over 7 feet--gigantic.

And ofc the most famous place in Celtic folklore connected with the Picts and fae/giants is Stonehenge--which is where AR's Taltos lived & danced.

"Monsters" & Birth Defects & Religion

The whole Walking Babies/"babies who walk" motif is directly tied to what makes a supernatural/preternatural "monster" in gothic horror; especially when you are BORN/created a certain way, that society then persecutes you for & discriminates you against. The word "monster" is from monstrum in Latin.

"Monsters/prodigies" were omens, signs of bad (or good) luck. In Greco-Roman antiquity, fantastical beasts were usually agents of chaos (Gaia's giants); signs of the gods' anger & punishments & challenges for humans to defeat to cleanse themselves & the land (all of Echidna's kids by Typhon); and ofc rape/bestiality (the Minotaur, Pegasus, Centaurs, etc). A lot of these monsters were half-human, with some sort of signature defect (the Sphinx, Minotaur, Centaurs, Pan, etc) that made people afraid of them--Pan's own mother ran screaming when she saw that he was born half-goat. And ofc there's poor Hephaestus, yeeted off of Mount Olympus just for being born ugly/lame/cripple/etc. And that attitude bled right into the Roman Catholic Church.

In Roman Catholicism during the Byzantine period, Middle Ages, all the way down to the Early Modern period, monsters/prodigies and other abnormal births were signs of God's anger/will.

Bitbol-Hespériès, Annie. "Monsters, Nature and Generation from the Renaissance to the Age of Reason: The Emergence of Medical Thought." The Problem of Animal Generation in Early Modern Philosophy (2006).

During the Enlightenment Period & Industrial Revolution, mankind came up with increasingly extreme ways of playing God; man vs nature, science vs religion. Gothic literature peaked, and flipped this on its head with Frankenstein's Monster, a giant nameless thing born/created unnaturally, who was persecuted with literal torches & pitchforks, hated for just being what he was. He was a man, but society made him a monster cuz of the way they treated him.

So you can see where AR was blending Gothic horror; with THE iconic Monster, Frankenstein's Monster, and various European folklore. While IRL táltos were revered by Hungarian pagans, they were demonized by the Christian Church. Same with the Celtic pagans--esp. the Picts, whose culture was wiped out by the Catholics. Likewise, AR's Taltos were also persecuted as ungoldly freaks of nature & monsters, and she includes A LOT of references to the IRL waves of missionaries and Saints who came to Pictland and converted the locals--AR's Taltos.

Paradise Lost

I have to wonder how early AR started conceptualizing the PL Trilogy's Realms of Atlantis; cuz with the TVC vampires/aliens we have Amel and the paradisical city of Atlantis being destroyed by a meteor and sinking into the sea; and with the Mayfairs we have Pictland destroyed by a volcanic eruption and sinking into the sea.

TL;DR: YMMV, but IMO the Taltos are cool

But the whole thing with Taltos, I couldn't really imagine and didn't make as much sense to me as the rest. I don't know if I need more information or if the concept itself didn't work for me. I just couldn't wrap my head around it. But the way you talked about the book made me optimistic and I have changed my opinion for the better with some of her stuff (I admit I was a bit suspicious of my girl Maharet at first 😔). Hopefully things will get more convincing when I finish the MF books. 🙌

Hopefully this long AF post helps contextualize/explain things without spoiling the entire end of the series, LOL.

Technically there's 6 MF books: 3 main books (The Witching Hour, Lasher, Taltos); and 3 TVC crossovers (Merrick, Blackwood Farm, Blood Canticle). Blood Canticle is THE final book; it takes place after Taltos. I guess the reading order is TWH, LSR, MRK, BwF, TLTS, BC? Basically, if you know what happens in BC, you know what happens to the Taltos and all the characters involved.

I personally think BC is TRASH. Incredibly anticlimactic, and rather sad, considering who ends up living & dying; and how there's all these characters that AR just drops off the face of the planet when she ends the Mayfair series to do the PL Trilogy instead. I don't like that book at all, and I try to pretend it never existed and that the series just ended with Taltos. 😔

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Kismet x Supernatural post. Idk where I'll go with this, but I wanted ot get this out of my system.

It was hot. That’s all he can remember from that night. He remembers that it was hot in that room, the heat licking at his skin as if it was going to consume him. But it soon disappeared, he felt cold wash over him. He was crying, why was he crying?

“Branch?”

He felt hands rubbing his back. Soothing words were spoken but he couldn’t understand, he only heard the tone. The tone was calming, wavering a bit but it didn’t matter, he snuggled into the comfort.

He felt warm, the comfort warm.  But….the warmth started to disappear, feeling the cold start to creep up on him once again. He could feel icy hands start to drag him away from the warmth. He didn’t want to leave. 

He didn’t want to leave. He tried to shake off the icy hands, only feeling them grip him harder. They prickled at his skin, as if needles were puncturing him all at once. He writhed, trying to get away. But the feeling only intensified, the cold being replaced with a burning feeling. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like this. He wants to leave. He wants to leave. He wants to leave. He WANTS TO LEAVE. HE WANTS TO GO HOME-

“BRANCH!?”

He jolts awake, falling down onto the floor. He meets the floorboards with a thud, groaning right after. He rubs his nose, looking for blood. He sighs in relief before getting off the floor and glaring at the intruder. Boom looked at him sheepishly, rubbing his arm. 

“Uhhhh, Uncle brought back food.”

Branch rolled his eyes, sitting on the bed glancing at the clock. 

“1:24. Have I been asleep this whole time?” He felt his bed dip a bit. Boom sitting right next to him, “Yeah. I know how you’re obsessed with waking up early but Uncle told me to let you sleep in. You’ve been out for hours, it’s a good thing I was able to convince you to change clothes.” He nudged Branch into his side. 

Branch hummed, feeling Boom rest his head on his shoulder. “So….what was it this time?” 

“.....It was a drunk guy who glued bear skin onto himself.” Branch said as he got up to put his short cuts on. Boom groaned, flopping down onto the bed. “Really?! Damn, I was sure he was a werewolf.” Branch hummed and nodded as he put his shorts on. You may think that Boom’s imagination runs wild with what he said, but he was telling the truth.

Werewolves, vampires, monsters, were real. All the urban legends of them were real, and he hunts them. It wasn’t just him, it was also two of his friends; Trickee and Ablaze. They were mostly gone for days hunting them down. Even weeks at times, but Ablaze was made sure to keep in touch with them, having multiple burner phones in a drawer. They had multiple phones for a few reasons. One, being the most obvious, if they lose their phone, they have a backup. The second being that whenever they run into law enforcement, they would call a certain phone number, letting the others know what to do. 

Branch threw a pillow at Boom, “C’mon then, I’m hungry.” He started to walk down the stairs, hearing the other jump off of his bed. “What did Uncle get?” Boom rode down on the rails, “Oh you know, burgers and fries. Oooo! He also brought milkshakes too!” Boom said as he waited at the bottom of the stairs. Branch nods, stretching as he walks over to the kitchen. He pears in to see bags of food on the table, two of them being fast food bags.

“Ah, afternoon Branch. I take it you slept alright.” Sky said from the fridge, putting away the vegetables and dairy products. Branch hums, sitting down at the table while grabbing one of the bags. Boom sat right next to him, grabbing his burger and fries while reaching across the table for a milkshake. The two begin to eat, mostly Branch as he was wolfing down his burger, only stopping to look around. 

“Hey Uncle, where’s Hype?” 

“Hmm, oh yes. He asked me to drop him off at the library, he needed to check out the lore on a monster.” Sky said, grabbing the canned foods from the table and putting them away in the cabinet. Branch and Boom both tilt their heads, “But the monster from last night was just a drunk guy, nothing else. He wasn’t a monster, unless he did something really awful then I don’t mind killing him.” Boom said as he popped a fry into his mouth.

Branch nudged him, “Dude. Not in front of my burger.” He didn’t need to be eating meat while visualizing a dead body, that was the quickest way to lose your appetite. Boom stuck out his tongue as he drank his milkshake. Sky smiled at the two before going back to his task.

“Oh I know Branch. But, while you were out last night, Hype was listening in on the police line and…..a new case came up.” He sighs. Branch looked at him slack jawed. “And you didn’t think to tell me when I came home?”

“You were barely awake! I was surprised you managed to drive home, which by the way is not happening again.” Sky finished as he put the plastic bags into a bag. He then sat down, grabbing the newspaper. “Then….do we have some idea on how it killed?” Branch asked, looking at his uncle. 

Sky sighed, “That’s the thing….it left a blue handprint on the victims.” He set the newspaper down, “Me and Hype went over to the sheriff’s office and the morgue myself. Turns out they were college kids just out looking for fun.” He looks down, “Delta is working on the cover story, Hype suggested that he research on what killed those kids.” 

“What do we do now?” Boom asked, wrapping his arms around himself. 

“We wait. And hopefully Hype finds something soon. I don’t want anyone else dying in this town.” 

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Imagine if after too much exposure to their other halves, the Nahobino cast of SMT V wind up with some weird side effects. The more inconvenient, the funnier.

The hero is obligated to take care of the ocean. Every time he passes by a beach with trash, he drops everything to clean it up. If he does become Creator God, the first thing everyone notices is that the ocean is suddenly a lot cleaner and livelier. 

Yuzuru’s sleep cycle completely reverses. His grades are as good as ever, but he keeps falling asleep in class, and he’s forced to resign as Student Council President (which he decides is for the best, so he can spend more time with Bethel). Also, since Amaterasu told Tsukuyomi that she never wanted to see him again, Yuzuru is now burned by sunlight, leading to rumors that he is now a vampire.

Ichiro is now compelled to follow almost every rule in the Bible. To keep things lighthearted, he’s allowed to reject the sexist/racist/homophobic/etc. rules on moral grounds; it’s only the inconvenient ones that apply, such as not wearing mixed fabrics. If the hero became God, Ichiro keeps having to ask for explicit permission to nullify certain rules, which leads to some very strange phone calls. 

(”My mom tried to bury the hatchet by making a family dinner, but she made sausage pizza. Please annul the rule on not mixing meat and dairy so I don’t have to break Honor Thy Father and Mother again.”)

Miyazu is now basically Moon Knight; she must protect people who travel by night. It eats into her sleep schedule, but at least she and Yuzuru can keep each other company. Apparently, Khonsu was invoked for healing, so I had considered that she was compelled to give first aid to her classmates, but I think it’s better that was her own free will.

Yakumo is very good with children. No one can pinpoint why, not even him; he might not even like children, but for some reason they adore him. 

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𝓜𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓼 🫶🏼

[eriyu]

Imagine a dairy farm full of vampire cows who drink blood and produce milk through the ancient vampire art of lactomancy.

that is not at all the direction I was thinking but I'm nevertheless fascinated. factory farms are about to commit hitherto unknown unspeakable atrocities with this newfound power.

[fagcrisis]

Oh I was gonna add a recipe for garlic chips that you can make by boiling garlic in milk so it's doesn't become bitter when u cook it in a pan. You might be able to make it with non diary milk as well or it might be fine as long as you don't drink the milk

OOOOH please do give me the recipe, i can look into vegan/dairy free alternatives, ive become quite good at that. that sounds fucking banger i love garlic in every form (could never be a vampire can you imagine)