#vampire human metamorphoses

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Human turned Vampire variations

From the classic bite of Bram Stoker's novel explained to some really convoluted metamorphoses, here are 6 ways humans are turned into vampires throughout modern media.

Shiki

This series had a slow process, similar to the classic Dracula. The shiki chooses one victim to feed off of over the course of three nights and holds said victim entirely under their sway through a means of hypnosis. Growing increasingly more anemic and unable to tell their family and friends what's happening, the victim eventually passes away from heart failure.

However, the vampire bite itself doesn't guarantee a new vampire. It's caused by an unspecified genetic factor that responds to a vampire bite. The shiki in the series gather around the grave of their latest victim and wait for signs of life, digging up their new member if they do and giving up if they start to smell the body decaying.

It led to a pretty devastating moment for one of the vampires who desperately tried to turn the rest of her family, but none of them had the genetic factor and she ended up killing all of them for nothing.

Hellsing

Vampire bites virgin human of the opposite sex.

Okay, seems simple enough, but what exactly are we considering virginity here? This is an arbitrary concept with a definition that has changed multiple times over history, not to mention the 'loss of virginity' definition today varies according to who you ask. What are we considering gender? Are we strictly adhering to an individual's biological characteristics or is transgenderism/gender-fluidity at play? What about intersex individuals?

This one seems straightforward until you consider all the non-heteronormative angles, but really...I'm pretty sure no one watches this series for the plot. I think we all just showed up to see a vampire annihilate the Third Reich.

Twilight

I've never read/watched the books/movies, but I've heard it's venom in this series. Is it venom? If so, that's an interesting take.

Vampire in the Garden

Saliva.

The vampires of this series are the result of a genetic mutation and can change another human into a vampire by introducing an unspecified pathogen/chemical found in their saliva into the human's bloodstream.

Soulless (or the Alexia Tarrabotti novels)

All right, this book series is fun and I highly recommend. British sass, steampunk Victorians, LGBTQ+ representation, fabulous vampires, and dorky werewolves, I love it.

Anyway, vampires in this series have what's called 'feeder fangs,' but the female vampires have a second smaller set called 'maker fangs.' So only a female vampire can create a new vampire.

Also, the supernatural system of this world revolves around souls. People can have an average 'amount' of soul, for lack of a better word, an unknown percentage of people can have 'excess soul,' and a rare number can have no soul. Excess soul lingers after death, so people with excess soul become ghosts when they die. Or, if they are bitten by a vampire or werewolf, they can become that supernatural being and gain immortality.

But since there's no feasible way to measure how much soul one has, becoming supernatural is a roulette with death. Similar to Shiki, immortality by vampire bite is not guaranteed.

Vampire Knight

Vampires can reproduce with each other and give birth to children, essentially making them just a long-lived, virtually immortal sub-species of humanity that needs blood to survive.

There's also a vampire hierarchy of which only the rare 'purebloods' can create new vampires, but the former human vampires are unstable and often become mindless, blood-driven monsters, adding to the classicism of the upper hierarchy.

(If I remember right, it's been awhile since I read these.)

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These are all the methods I can think of, but reblog if you can think of another method or one that's similar to the ones above.

[see-arcane]

I think what I love most about the idea of Jonathan clearly becoming Something Else is that it's so much scarier than a vampire. We know the rules and limitations of a vampire. Van Helsing can even provide a list. But Something Else? Let's be real, not even Jonathan knows.

Quincey: Hey, I couldn't help but notice Harker is kind of, uh. Metamorphosing in the corner over there.

Van Helsing: He is going through a grief-filled and harrowing time, Friend Quincey.

Quincey: True. But I don't tend to recall 'spontaneous hair color change, wall-crawling, inhuman speed, blazing eyes, and having an omnipresent heightening scare chord present in the soundtrack whenever you do things' as part of the grieving process.

Van Helsing: Are you not supposed to be laconic?

Quincey: Are you not supposed to be up every available textbook's ass about supernatural happenings in our vicinity?

Van Helsing: Friend Quincey, in fullest honesty, I feel it is best that he copes as he likes. If that means he has to transmute into an entity unknown to the written word or human recognition, that is his choice.

Quincey: ...

Van Helsing: ...

Quincey: So you're putting caring on hold because the Cross and Wafer combo hasn't given him hives.

Van Helsing, pouring himself his third stress-brandy: Perhaps.

Quincey: Jack, back me up here? We should be a little concerned, right?

Jack, has been melting into a manhood-admiration puddle as he watches Jonathan 'White-Haired Romantic Horror Anime Man' Harker handling his kukri in plain view for the past 3 hours: yeag

[caspercryptid]

Dungeon Meshi as Monster Culture

-jeffrey jerome cohen as a framework for dungeon meshi

i. The Monsters Body is a cultural body

Vampires, burial, death: inter the corpse where the road forks...it will haunt that place that leads to many other places, that point of indecision...The monster is born only at this metaphoric crossroads, as an embodiment of a certain cultural moment—of a time, a feeling, and a place

ii. The Monster Always Escapes

We see the damage that the monster wreaks, the material remains...but the monster itself turns immaterial and vanishes, to reappear someplace else.

No monster tastes of death but once... Each time the grave opens and the unquiet slumberer strides forth("come from the dead, / Come back to tell you all"), the message proclaimed is transformed by the air that gives its speaker new life...monstrous interpretation is as much process as epiphany, a work that must content itself with fragments (footprints, bones, talismans, teeth, shadows, obscured glimpses—signifiers of monstrous passing that stand in for the monstrous body itself).

iii. The Monster Is the Harbinger of Category Crisis

The monster always escapes because it refuses easy categorization...they are disturbing hybrids whose externally incoherent bodies resist attempts to include them in any systematic structuration. And so the monster is dangerous, a form suspended between forms that threatens to smash distinctions.

The too-precise laws of nature as set forth by science are gleefully violated in the freakish compilation of the monster's body.

Full of rebuke to traditional methods of organizing knowledge and human experience, the geography of the monster is an imperiling expanse, and therefore always a contested cultural space

iv. The Monster dwells at the gate of difference

The monster is difference made flesh, come to dwell among us... the monster is an incorporation of the Outside, the Beyond—of all those loci that are rhetorically placed as distant and distinct but originate Within.

Representing an anterior culture as monstrous justifies its displacement or extermination by rendering the act heroic..A political figure suddenly out of favor is transformed like an unwilling participant in a science experiment by the appointed historians of the replacement regime: "monstrous history" is rife with sudden, Ovidian metamorphose

History itself becomes a monster: defeaturing, self-deconstructive, always in danger of exposing the sutures that bind its disparate elements into a single, unnatural body.

V: The Monster polices the borders of the possible

From its position at the limits of knowing, the monster stands as a warning against exploration of its uncertain demesnes...curiosity is more often punished than rewarded, that one is better off safely contained within one's own domestic sphere than abroad, away from the watchful eyes of the state

To step outside this official geography is to risk attack by some monstrous border patrol or (worse) to become monstrous oneself.

The horribly fascinating loss of Lycaon's humanity merely reifies his previous moral state; the king's body is rendered all transparence, instantly and insistently readable. The power of the narrative prohibition peaks in the lingering description of the monstrously composite Lycaon, at that median where he is both man and beast, dual natures in a helpless tumult of assertion. The fable concludes when Lycaon can no longer speak, only signify.

Whereas monsters born of political expedience and self-justifying nationalism function as living invitations to action, usually military (invasions, usurpations, colonizations), the monster of prohibition polices the borders of the possible, interdicting through its grotesque body some behaviors and actions, envaluing others.

victims are devoured, engulfed, made to vanish from the public gaze: cannibalism as incorporation into the wrong cultural body.

vi: Fear of the monster is really a kind of desire

The monster is continually linked to forbidden practices, in order to normalize and to enforce. The monster also attracts. The same creatures who terrify and interdict can evoke potent escapist fantasies; the linking of monstrosity with the forbidden makes the monster all the more appealing as a temporary egress from constraint

Escapist delight gives way to horror only when the monster threatens to overstep these boundaries, to destroy or deconstruct the thin walls of category and culture. When contained by geographic, generic, or epistemic marginalization, the monster can function as an alter ego, as an alluring projection of (an Other) self. The monster awakens one to the pleasures of the body, to the simple and fleeting joys of being frightened, or frightening—to the experience of mortality and corporality

The habitations of the monsters ...are more than dark regions of uncertain danger: they are also realms of happy fantasy, horizons of liberation.

the scapegoated monster is perhaps ritually destroyed in the course of some official narrative, purging the community by eliminating its sins. The monster's eradication functions as an exorcism and, when retold and promulgated, as a catechism

vii: The monster stands at the threshold of becoming

Monsters are our children. They can be pushed to the farthest margins of geography and discourse, hidden away at the edges of the world and in the forbidden recesses of our mind, but they always return.

And when they come back, they bring not just a fuller knowledge of our place in history and the history of knowing our place, but they bear self-knowledge, human knowledge—and a discourse all the more sacred as it arises from the Outside. These monsters ask us how we perceive the world, and how we have misrepresented what we have attempted to place.

They ask us to reevaluate our cultural assumptions about race, gender, sexuality, our perception of difference, our tolerance toward its expression.

They ask us why we have created them

[divorceblogger]

hope it isn’t weird to barge into yr dms re: the mythology metaphors, but yr post sparked a thought in me! idk too much about Marius’ timeline, but I believe he would have been a contemporary of Ovid (exiled in 8 AD). the pursuit of Daphne, Leda, and Ganymede are all in Ovid’s Metamorphoses — a LOT going on in the poem re: sexual violence’s transformative effects (and this feels possibly significant in the context of vampiric “turning” as a metamorphosis?). the marble statues make me think of Pygmalion & Galatea which is also another passage in Metamorphoses that has weird implications abt consent. i am going to try to flip thru the footnotes of my copy later bc i haven’t refreshed my memory on ovid in a hot minute

not at all, I love talking to people on here - and I never considered that angle but it seems so obvious in hindsight! marius is very much a product of and clings to the prevalent ideas of his time in a way that’s not very subtle at all, transferring his belief systems to various fledgling vampires and using controlled imposition of literacy & culture as a tool of subjugation (which is a pattern of behaviour louis also emulates with claudia in the books), and it reminded me of a specific passage from an article on pederastic relations that I found relevant to the larger conversation:

I haven’t read the metamorphoses yet myself so it’s interesting that you should bring up pygmalion and galatea because they’re mentioned in the vampire armand too (perhaps indicating a conscious intent to reference ovid?), but it wasn’t in a context that made sense to include in the other post. The transformative role that seems to be such a common theme associated with sexual violence is very much in line with what the books do otherwise too, I’d say - they label all human victims ‘brides’ which has certain implications for marital relations as a large for vampires who seem to develop very dysfunctional companionships; louis himself also describes the turning of a human by a vampire as a sexual act, and a mutual and I also recently discussed how claudia’s own turning seemed to draw on a lot of language used to describe assault.

this is also slightly less relevant, but in the continued context of violence imposed through a controlled parcelling out of literacy, I enjoyed drawing comparisons between lolita and the vampire armand, specifically looking into language as a tool of violence even if I don’t necessarily think anne wrote that with conscious intent.

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Patasola

The Patasola or "one leg" is one of many legends in South American folklore about female monsters from the jungle, appearing to male hunters or loggers in the middle of the wilderness when they think about women. The Patasola appears in the form of a beautiful and seductive woman, often in the likeness of a loved one, who lures a man away from his companions deep into the jungle. There, the Patasola reveals her true, hideous appearance as a one-legged creature with ferocious vampire-like lust for human flesh and blood, attacking and devouring the flesh or sucking the blood of her victims.

The Patasola derives from vampire legend. According to popular belief, she inhabits mountain ranges, virgin forests, and other heavily wooded or jungle-like areas. At the edges of these places, and primarily at night, she lures male hunters, loggers, miners, millers, and animal herders. She also interferes with their daily activities. She blocks shortcuts through the jungle, disorients hunters, and throws hunting dogs off the scent of their game. The Patasola is usually regarded as protective of nature and the forest animals and unforgiving when humans enter their domains to alter or destroy them.

Additionally, the exact name and attributes of the myth vary according to region. For example, a creature similar to La Patasola is called La Tunda in the Colombian Pacific Coast region. Other mythical creatures similar in description to La Patasola but differing in name are found throughout Latin America.

La Patasola's most notable feature, from which her name derives, is her one leg. She is believed to possess only one leg, which terminates in a cleaved bovine-like hoof and moves in a plantigrade fashion. Despite only possessing one leg, La Patasola can move swiftly through the jungle. In her natural state, La Patasola has a terrifying appearance; she is described as possessing one breast, bulging eyes, catlike fangs, a hooked nose, and big lips.

La Patasola can metamorphose into different shapes and appearances. She commonly takes on the appearance of a beautiful woman to lure men to their death. She then uses her feline-type fangs to suck the blood from her victims. It is also believed that she can transform into other animals, materializing as a large black dog or cow.

According to Javier Ocampo Lopez, when pleased, La Patasola climbs to the top of a tree or mountain and sings the following song:

"I'm more than the siren / I live alone in the world: / and no one can resist me / because I am the Patasola. / On the road, at home, / on the mountain and the river, / in the air and in the clouds / all that exists is mine."

La Patasola's origin story varies, but usually follows the pattern of a scorned, unfaithful, or otherwise "bad" woman. Some believe that she was a mother who killed her own son, and was then banished to the woods as punishment. Others believe that she was a wicked temptress who was cruel to both men and women, and for this reason they mutilated her with an axe, chopping off one leg and throwing it into a fire. She then died of her injuries and now haunts the forests and mountain ranges. In a third origin story, she was an unfaithful wife who cheated on her husband with the couple's employer, a patron. Upon discovering her infidelity, the jealous husband murdered both her and the patron. She died but her soul remains in a one-legged body.

More common in Colombian folklore, they are similar to the Sayona (Venezuela), the Tunda (Colombian Pacific), and the Madremonte or Marimonda (Colombia).

The La Tunda myth of the Colombian Pacific region also tells of a vicious woman who sucks the blood of men. However, in this legend, "La Tunda's shape-shifting abilities are far from perfect…for whatever form she assumes will invariably have a wooden leg in the shape of a molinillo (wooden whisk). The monster, however, is very cunning, and is adept at concealing this defect from would-be victims."

Similar in behavior to La Patasola is "Matlacihua, a phantasm in the beautiful and svelte form of a woman dressed in white. Sometimes called the White Lady or the Bride, she would appear at night and with her seductive songs and irresistible beauty, lure men of bad conduct into the forest, scaring them half to death." Though not described as sucking the blood of her victims, the White Lady supposedly deterred men from seeking amorous relations in the woods, jungles, or mountain ranges.

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Review of Monarch Lore + Musing on Pygmalion

Come Back Home Concept Film

Human world ruled by monarchs

Monarchs were jealous of Helios (I think the translation is supposed to be Helios was jealous of the monarchs but the English v/o says it this way)

Ppl worship monarchs instead of Helios

Helios threatens to take away the sun

The humans sacrifice the monarchs to Helios

Helios exiled the monarchs and their servants

Helios makes them vampires

Monarchs only drink from evildoers, continue to protect humans

Cursed servants bitter about their curse/humans betraying them, so they massacre any humans they find

Servants worship moon and wait for child to be born on day of eclipse

Use child for ceremony to bring eternal night

Child is born

War between monarchs and servants to protect child lasts 10 yrs

In final battle, monarchs win

When killing last leader of the servants, he tells monarchs “when red moon comes back, i will too for the kid”

Then night sky turned red

TBONTB Story Film #1

Souls of defeated servants sealed inside necklace

Monarchs realize that as long as they exist together, humans could “never escape the bridle of pain”

“Call Us Ishmael”* monarchs also put their souls in the necklace

* = in Islamic theology, Ishmael (among being a prophet and patriarch) is the son of Ibrahim (Abraham) who Ibrahim almost sacrifices to show his devotion to God--only stopping when God tells him that he's shown his devotion to God.

monarchs consider their sacrifice a sign of devotion to humans?

TBONTB Story Film #2

Helios grieves Phaethon

Helios turns grief to anger, directs anger toward monarchs

Helios takes away monarch’s powers, imprisoned them in shattered remains of sun chariot*, puts them in endless slumber

Only way to escape is to get blood of prophetic child’s descendants

Hundreds of years pass

* = In Greek mythology, Phaethon dies after attempting to control his father Helios's sun chariot. After many complaints "from the stars in the sky to the earth itself," Zeus strikes Phaethon down with a lightning bolt and his corpse falls back to earth.

Pygmalion

In the Roman poet Ovid’s Metamorphoses, Pygmalion is a sculptor who, upon finding faults with human women, sculpts an ivory woman so perfect he falls in love with it. After treating the statue like a romantic partner (kissing it, buying it gifts, making a bed for it), Pygmalion makes offerings to Aphrodite’s altar on the goddess’s festival day. He wishes for a bride who would be “the living likeness” of his ivory statue. He returns home, kisses the statue once–finds the lips warm–twice–the ivory is no longer hard. Pygmalion ends up marrying the statue-turned-woman, and they have at least one child. 

Logo motion shows ivory background turning to black

Suggests corruption? Or perhaps a dark side? Perhaps the monochrome palette, like the yin and yang of Chinese philosophy, represents the balance of natural dualities (e.g. winter vs summer, disorder vs order)

Track list

Intro: Lethe

In Greek mythology, Lethe is one of the rivers in the underworld. Whoever drinks of the river “experiences complete forgetfulness”

According to Ovid, the Lethe flows through the cave of the Greek god of sleep, Hypnos, and the river’s murmuring “induces drowsiness”

Connection to monarchs’ endless slumber?

Erase Me (title track)

Unforgettable

Counter-track to first two tracks?

Echo

Lyrical and compositional contributions by Leedo woop woop

In Greek mythology, Echo is a mountain nymph. The king of the gods, Zeus, often visits nymphs on Earth, and Hera, his wife, becomes suspicious of these visits and sneaks to Earth to attempt to catch Zeus with the nymphs. Zeus orders Echo to protect him from his wife, so she endures Hera’s rage and Hera curses her to “only be able to speak the last words spoken to her”. 

In Ovid’s Metamorphoses, Echo, after being cursed, spots a man hunting deer with his friends. Echo falls in love with the man, Narcissus, at first sight and follows him. Narcissus becomes separated from his friends. He calls out, “is anybody there?” and Echo repeats his words back to him. He calls out “come here” and once again, Echo repeats his words back to him. Given that nobody has come out of their hiding spot so Narcissus can see them, Narcissus believes the person he’s talking to is running away from him. He yells, “this way, we must come together!”--which has Echo, believing his words to be a confession of reciprocal love, say “we must come together!” Echo runs out to Narcissus and attempts to embrace him, but he scorns her and she runs away humiliated. Despite the rejection, Echo only continues to love Narcissus more and more. Narcissus falls in love with his reflection and wastes away in front of it, and Echo mourns over his body. When Narcissus says his final words, “Oh marvelous boy, I loved you in vain, farewell”, Echo says, “farewell”. Echo herself begins to waste away. Her beauty fades, her skin shrivels, and her bones become stone. All that remains of her is her voice. 

Halley’s Comet

A comet visible from Earth every 75-79 yrs

The only known short-period comet that is regularly visible to the naked eye from Earth

Will next appear in 2061

Miscellaneous

In the track list, Intro: Lethe is superimposed over what appears to be a white statue

In track list, Erase Me has modern theatre masks below the song’s title

In ancient Greek theatre, actors wore masks to more immerse themselves into their characters–since they weren’t showing their face, they could ‘melt’ into the mask’s face and “vanish” into the role

Said masks often wore exaggerated expressions intended to inform audiences about the character’s disposition/characteristics (e.g. social status, sex, etc.)

The masks also allowed actors to portray multiple distinct characters without the audience knowing

As such, masks also aided in transitioning from one character to another

In the track list, Unforgettable has what appears to be a television beneath the title

In the track list, Echo has what appears to be a water ripple beneath the song’s title

In the track list, Halley’s Comet is superimposed over what appears to be flowers

[syngrafaes09]

Strange Nights | Vampire! Dr Strange x Y/n

Logline: After Y/N gets imprinted by a vampire Dr Strange, living under a fictive identity, they must unravel the cause behind her constant misadventures before their hopes are crushed forever.

Masterlist

Chapter 24 : The Shifter

She knew he was staking his life for her. Her instinct murmured to her to stay and wait where he wanted her to wait however she knew she couldn't. She let her magic flow through his,

deliberately stripping down the shadows.

Lapping into the water, blurred images obscured her vision, cold water stung her pores and distorted creatures swam towards her. As her energy flashed its ferocity at the creatures, he only seemed to move farther and farther from her.

Then something latched around her hand. At first, she thought it was water weeds, but it wasn't - it was one of those ugly creatures that were thrashing violently, metamorphosing into something... beautiful.

It was a vision. It was a trap. She gathered all the strength she could and aimed at the burnished surroundings of the memory.

It cracked. Shaking violently, soon making her realise so was the water around her. She kicked wildly, trying to propel herself deeper, but merely pushed herself farther from Stephen.

He frantically moved about when he had the little hands no longer in his. His vision blurred and blurred by every minute, and his lungs burned. He was inside for more than usual his kind could take. Maybe he could take one breath and then search for her.

Stephen tried to push himself towards the surface but he was going down and down with every passing minute. Somewhere, something was glowing. He couldn't see any clearer, and darkness was closing by...

He could feel he was outside the current now. It was dry, grainy and too bright to see. He lay there idly, wondering if this was what the afterlife felt like. Then he had second thoughts

upon hearing someone violently coughing and retching.

Before Y/N could rejoice to see him awake, he clutched his stomach, his body set on the same course of action as hers.

"I told you not to come," he said, hunkering motionlessly on his hands and knees.

She wanted to punch his face but instead grasped him in an awkward hug. "A thank you would have sounded better."

They slogged, arms locked, along the sandy beach with the backdrop of the sunset. Stephen suddenly said, "I was hallucinating..."

"Very genius of you to notice that," she huffed, still clutching her stomach that flipped and flopped like a fish out of water.

"Thanks..."

She whined when he scooped her up in his arms. If he was going to run along an invisible trail, she definitely would throw up again.

"How did you manage to get us home?" He asked, continuing at a human pace.

Her mind was occluded to get a clear assessment of their situation. His question didn't make any sense. "I remember just pulling us to the surface, nothing else."

She had passed out by the time he made it to the house. It was a tiny house on a tiny island.

Wrapped around vegetation on three sides and the beach on the other, it was where he liked spending most of the time when not preoccupied with anything serious.

Placing her on the bed, he opened the glass doors overlooking the sea, airing out the room.

It was too warm and stuffy for his liking. Thinking she might love to wake up to the dazzling glow of the sun, he left the billowing curtains open.

The visions he had were for sure not in the exact order of occurence as he had been seen. Few things must have been common to the three of them.

"Y/N, what are you thinking?" His fingers were rubbing slow circles hoping it might calm down her anxiety.

"Do what you need to do Stephen if it is a must to have my mind shattered."

"Love," he cooed, tugging her closer. The distant sun rays from the rising sun shimmered in her glistened eyes. "I am not saying that you are purposefully keeping things from me. If there are memories from... or let's put it this way- this fourth version of you... you had

encountered her and something had happened, all of which could be related to the person trying to attack you, and they managed to bury your memories to prevent things from going

worse.."

By this time he wasn't sure what he was explaining to her or expecting from her. The only thing he was sure about was that the Y/N in his last vision was most probably of his universe, and if he didn't save her then who did? What he could never know is how come Charles saw three Y/Ns when he is sure there are four.

"So if she saved me with her powers... what difference would be knowing for sure make?"

"It would be easy to pinpoint what the stone was and who could want to have them back."

With every sunrise, a beautiful day would unfold. To Y/N it felt like this day, this moment was going to steal everything. Instead of opening new gates, it was trying to close the one she

was trying hard to keep open. What would the truth do to her? To him? To them? What if something awful had happened? What if the memories were suppressed for good? The miseries seemed like the endless sea in front of her, never-ending, somewhere getting lost on the southern side.

With a shaky breath. She leaned on the wall on the side. Never had she been so needy of support.

Support.

She always had support.

No matter what had happened.

She had Charles when she had lost Jane.

She had Mathew after she lost Charles.

She had Stephen when she had said goodbye to Mathew.

Who was going to be for her if she lost Stephen after the truth had made it to the surface?

She knew she was losing him. The waters had shown. That awful vision of him walking away from her. She couldn't- Putting it away wasn't going to make it easy. If this was the end, let it

end quickly. Better to have a bullet in the heart than a knife.

"Do it," Y/N said with her newfound determination.

Stephen was lost in his meditation when the words shook him up. He had been feeling guilty after telling her everything he saw, for pushing her so hard for the truth. Giving her some

time while clearing his mind out had seemed a good idea.

"I have been through worse. I guess I'll survive whatever I have to lose."

Stephen hooked his finger under her chin, demanding she looks at him. And she did. Turned to face him. The reality. He sat there calm and confident, just like the rising sun beyond the wall behind him. "You won't lose anything. Trust me, we won't change."

She nodded and he took her hand in his. "Come, you might like to lie down for this, it's going to be rough."

Y/N shuddered violently. Stephen dug his fingers deeper into her temples. He concentrated his willpower as his magic flowed through hers.

The sky roared and the animals wailed.

And her shaking ceased. Their powers had finally channelised in a harmonious rhythm.

'Open your eyes.'

She did and found herself lying in the sea. A sea of grass, an endless plateau stretching as far as the horizon. Y/N rose, walking around she realised the place felt oddly familiar. And soon she found herself sprinting through the field as she had always done this way.

A few more metres there would be a house, wouldn't it?

She froze, in horror, when the dark building came into view. It is it.

'Go on, I'm with you. Let's go in.'

She could hear him but could spot him. Why can't I see you, she thought.

'I suppose I wasn't there with you when this was happening.'

I don't want to go in.

'Come on, I'm with you this time.'

She mechanically opened the door and ran straight into the first room at right.

"Mom, what are these?" She had picked up a few pages lying on the table. They seemed to be some sort of translational work for the pictures displayed on the laptop screen.

"Don't touch anything," a voice came from some corner of the house, "dad's been trying to help in translating some texts."

"Is uncle back in Egypt, digging tombs?"

"No, I guess it is from some ruins near Belgium..."

Stephen knew from the picture what horror was being translated. He knew what the ruins could be that spelt these damned words.

'Don't read them.'

I have to.

'Why?'

Y/N picked up the pages and went to her room. She sat there in her armchair, looking over a mirror, and toyed with her favourite comics. She might have been eleven years old.

It has to be this way. I read about you every day, every time from the comics. I shall read the comic, then these pages. There is no other way. Only this.

The sky suddenly grew dark and the autumn leaves turned grey. And Y/N watched as indistinct, hazy figures moved around the fields.

'What's happening?'

I have no idea if it was the beginning of which volume or if it was the ending, all I remember is that you had stolen my affections without my knowledge. And when I realised, I was in the middle, completely smitten to be sensible.

'Did you just read those pages of the Darkhold wishing that I was no longer a fictional character in your life?'

I guess so.

'Y/N this isn't love, this is madness.'

Oh, are they different? I always thought they were one and the same.

'What happened next?'

The reviving spell, I think, revived the dead. Then after two years or so they were dead again. They were quite a version of zombies.

Y/N turned and walked out of the room, into a lightly furnished cabin. It was as if the doorway had teleported her to a different place and a different time. She whipped her face with her bloodied sleeve. Blood trickled down her face as she limped to the kitchen island.

'You're bleeding. You need to go to the hospital.' 

I know. You bleed this way when you come back alive from death. 

For some time neither of them thought or spoke anything. Y/N just collapsed on the floor as her tears mixed with blood. She had laid there for days, she thought, without food, without water, without aid, as their bodies would have been rotting deep in the river. 

'What happened Y/N,' Stephen whispered softly. 

When her lips parted to answer, all that came out were cries of agony. 

I lost them. 

'Who are them?' 

My girlfriend and our baby. 

She had been with me when I wanted you badly Stephen. When the horror I must have started ended, we had lost more than half of the life on our planet. She was with me when my parents weren't. She was there when I had lost all hope of ever falling in love with 

someone. 

She wanted a baby, so I drove her to the orphanage. We were returning with the child when I lost control. We plummeted down the dill into the river. I came out, they didn't. They would never. 

'How did you make it alive?' 

I wouldn't have if it weren't for the shard of stone, given to me a few weeks earlier.

'What did you do then?'

Threw back myself into old habits. Until one day it was too, too worthless to live. I tried something with the powers the stone had bestowed upon me. I don't remember exactly what happened. 

I just woke up next to a car crash site. I didn't know who I was or where I was. I just remember Matthew. He had told me that Charles was coming soon and I think I helped him bury the body of the girl I thought was my twin sister. The events of my actual life were forgotten and I played along with what he and Charles did. 

That's all I can remember Stephen.

Y/N felt she had fallen back to her body when she shot up with a jolt. The gushing back of memories had set her in a disarray of emotions.

"Y/N," his voice had never seemed sweeter than ever before. She could feel his hand on her shoulder, however, she was so low in shame she could never meet his eyes. What had she 

done? Now that he knew the truth, her darkness, he would never look at her like she could be the sun of his life.

"Y/N." She shook her head, staring down at her fingers. "It's okay, love." She could feel the strain in his voice. It wasn't okay. It was never okay. Ignorance had been bliss. The 

knowledge was a curse. 

Stephen stroked the back, knowing fully well what an inexplicable situation he had put them in.

"What are you going to do with me now, Stephen?" Her voice was laced with hurt and despair and he couldn't do anything to take it away, it hurt him as well. 

"I don't know," he whispered, wondering if he was going to lose her forever.

[battleangel]

Heal Yourself

✨️Eat fresh fruits & vegetables (homemade smoothies, homemade salads & salad dressing, quinoa with avocado + hot sauce, tofu scramble with salsa) 80% of the time.

✨️Incorporate flaxseed, steel cut oats, apple cider vinegar, grated ginger, mint, herbal tea (no sugar or honey) into your regular diet.

✨️Drink 32 to 64 ounces of water a day.

✨️Drink minimal amounts of soda, coffee, juice and caffeine.

✨️Eat minimal amounts of processed and prepackaged snacks (chips, cookies, crackers, popcorn, pop tarts, candy).

✨️Eat delivery, takeout, fast food, fast casual and at sit down restaurants on a rare basis.

✨️Eliminate or minimize alcohol.

✨️Eat vegetarian 80% of the time.

✨️Move your body (walking, jogging, exercising, swimming, hiking, etc.) for 30 to 60 minutes 3 to 5 times a week.

✨️Be outside in nature soaking up natural sunlight and breathing in fresh air as much as possible.

✨️Creatively express yourself daily (poetry, vlogging, comedy, makeup, journalling, artwork, hula hooping, headstands, pole dancing, twerking, puzzles, etc.).

✨️Regulate your nervous & PSNS (parasympthetic nervous) systems.

✨️Learn to regulate your emotions.

✨️Explore and express your sensual, erotic & sexual self.

✨️Do things that surprise, scare and challenge you on a regular basis.

✨️Eliminate mindless consumerism, overconsumption, materialism, shallow & superficial mindset, ego & clout chasing.

✨️Be mindful & present in the moment.

✨️Kill your own ego and experience your ego death.

✨️Spiritually ascend by self-actualizing, awakening to your self and realizing that you are a limitless 10D energetic being temporarily manifested physically as a limited 3D human being.

✨️Align your mind, heart, body, soul and spirit connection.

✨️Eliminate any and all all toxic energy vampires from your life, orbit, aura and environment (immediate family, older relatives, family patriarch & matriarch, best friends, friends, spouses, significant others, co-workers, supervisors, spiritual "leaders", church elders, mentors, sponsors, etc.)

✨️Align & activate all seven chakras and open your pineal gland (third eye -- kundalini awakening).

✨️See our 3D reality for the upside down funhouse mirror surreality it actually is.

✨️Realize that death is nothing to fear and that the "afterlife" is simply you exiting this temporary 3D virtual reality simulation and ending your temporary manifestation as a physical human being and you returning back to the dreamscape, actual reality, from which you originated from as a 10D limitless energetic eternal being prior to your cosmically temporary physical manifestation as a human being known as "real life" which in fact was nothing but a virtual reality simulation.

✨️Your "dreams" are actually you, as a temporarily manifested physical human being, shifting your consciousness via REM sleep to shift temporarily back from our 3D virtual current reality back to the 10D dreamscape which we all originated from. There are no limits in the dreamscape as it is our limitless minds and literally our imaginations. Anything we can imagine in our minds instantaneously manifests and exists in the dreamscape -- climbing walls, walking on water, falling endlessly through the sky without dying, surreal lush lucid hyper real colors, vistas, landscapes, psychedlic bursts of light, energy, fire, sun, moon, stars, constellations, explosions, supernovas and more. We visit the dreamscape temporarily each night when we dream -- whether we remember it the next day or not -- then we "wake up" and we shift back to our temporary 3D human virtual reality.

🦋Death is nothing more than permanently putting your temporary physically manifested human self to sleep in the current virtual 3D reality and permanently waking yourself up in the 10D real reality dreamscape, shedding your temporary human skin, and eternally metamorphosizing as a limitless energetic butterfly.

🌱Avoid synthetic, man made, lab made and artificial chemicals, substances, stimulants, toxins, additives and preservatives as much as possible in OTC medications, prescriptions, opioids, laxatives, antidepressants, benzodiazepines, mood stabilizers, NSAIDs, antibiotics, food, makeup, hair products, relaxers, toothpaste, laundry detergent, lotions, deodorants, dishwasher liquid, household cleaning products, sanitary pads, tampons, etc.

🌱Instead treat maladies and diseases holistically with psychedelics (ayahuasca, etc.), herbal medicines and plants, Ayurvedic medicine, TCM (Traditional Chinese Medicine) and traditional herbal remedies and rituals utilized by indigenous peoples the world over for thousands of years.

✨️Practice breathwork, guided meditation, yoga, mindfulness, trances, hoodoo, healing springs & rivers, shamanic practices, spells, magick, divinations, tarot, crystals, gems & reiki.

✨️Embody the concept of duality (yin & yang) -- two polar opposities existing together at once balancing and perfectly complementing one another vs the Western mindset of opposites cancelling one another out, negating each other, clashing, fighting, being disharmonious, false dichotomies, us vs them, either in or out, with us or against us. Embrace and embody the existing dualities within yourself and realize that the West endlessly conditions and sets you up to have a limited, simplistic, all or nothing, black and white mindset.

✨️Decolonize & reindigenize your mind. Embrace and embody ease and reject rigidity. Embrace flow, reject demands for conformity and structure. Embrace expansiveness, reject contrived limitations. Embrace flexibility, reject single mindedness. Embrace going with the flow, your feelings your heart and your intuition and reject forcing things, making things happen, pushing things.

✨️Reject the Western capitalist mindset of force, violence, might makes right, my way or the highway, I got mine, get a job, they want to be homeless, they dont want to work, meritocracy bullshit, profits over people, more more more, bigger faster stronger, nothing is ever enough, be tough be a man, dont cry, hold your emotions in, "professionalism" and performing whiteness, worshipping capitalist excess, the "American dream" of obesity, opioid addiction, homelessness, childhood poverty, rapes, child trafficking, dark side of family life, abuse, unrestrained power, my dick is bigger than yours, you have to have that baby whether you want it or not, money buys happiness, my job is my identity, my career is all I am, my job title defines me, drudgery, mental slavery, prison of the mind, reality TV, endless social media scrolling, flexing for the gram, commodifying yourself for capitalist consumption, being a machine, working ever harder, no days off, sleep is for pussies, ill sleep when im dead, dog eat dog, baptism by fire, put the firehose in their mouth and turn it up all the way, the American way, American life, zionism, white supremacy, patriarchy, paternalism, eroticized sexual violence, fetishization, mainstreaming of hebephila, sexualizing childhood innocence, making everything cheap and dirty, everythings for sale in capitalism, nothing js sacred, everything is plastic.

✨️Open, endlessly expand and discover your unlimited mind, reject societal conditioning, kill your ego, ascend and awaken to the spiritual energetic being you are, open your third eye, see this virtual reality as the video game simulation it is, bills rent mortgage jobs work 9 to 5s emails Slack Teams meetings agendas promotions performance reviews succession planning unpaid overtime salaried benefits 401k "job security" executive golden handcuffs misery drudgery HR new hire orientation employee slave working to live working to die corporate induced death corporate zombie slave to the machine chained to your desk work from home work from anywhere but your mind shut off closed off shut down work through lunch never get up i dont have time to go to the bathroom no time to think no worries ill get that done for you right away i need this done like yesterday please advise reply all cc bcc blind copy do you copy she dropped dead at her desk yesterday and they filled her role today working in the corporate america plantation modern day slavery everybodys working for the weekend we didnt start the fire subliminal suicides corporate deicides CEO as god as the father as your priest as the principal as the ultimate male authority figure and symbol brazzers gonzo girls gone wild thats gross i like it onlyfans im your only fan how much for anal degradation desecration dessication problematize the sacred kill your parents god is a woman god is dead radiohead hail to the thief i used to rule the world i hear terrorists and the bells are ringing for some reason i cant explain i know st peter will call my name northrop grumman and raytheon stock is way up just a couple of dead babies in israel and raped grandmas in palestine stocks are up war is good war is slavery strength is peace oceania big brother aldous huxley brave new world brave new girl i live for the applause pornify my pussy shake yo dreads sexyy red usher will be performing at the superbowl halftime show man as machine im talking to the man in the mirror stranger in moscow kgb was stalking me how does it feel when youre alone and its cold inside marcus garvey murdered prophets my angel warned me that i would be the black sheep in my family more than my brother memorial day 2021 and i told my father on my parents deck my angel warned me that i would stand alone life is a mystery everyone must stand alone i hear you call my name and it feels like home its a beautiful life but im not concerned its a beautiful dream but a dream is earned people tell me to shut my mouth that i must conform i will not renounce the things that i have said i was meant to fight the english i am not afraid to die dont you know to doubt him is a sin i wont give in you can cut my hair and say that im a witch and burn me at the stake its all a big mistake...

[fangsforhire]

luposcainus bared their pretty throat : “ soo… do you turn into a bat? i heard vampires can!” 🥺

‘A bat? No. What novel have you been reading, Dracula?’

People often made the mistake of categorising all vampires as a single type, but Lucien knew better. ( He understood that the world of the undead was far more complex; filled with an array of sub-species, each bearing unique traits and abilities. ) While some of these creatures truly possessed the power to metamorphose into bats, this was only one of many fascinating aspects of their enigmatic existence. 

The mythological connection between bats and vampires stemmed from their shared nocturnal habits, yet it was the bats that had received the dubious honour of gaining their name from these dark beings. Lucien pondered the origins of such legends, musing whether the capacity to shape-shift was an ancient talent possessed by all vampires or merely a fantasy woven into the rich tapestry of folklore.

Through the ages, countless tales had emerged, each claiming to hold the ultimate truth about the Nosferatu. However, like so many things shaped by human imagination, these narratives often strayed far from reality and were distorted to serve particular beliefs or fears. ( One of the most ludicrous misconceptions, which made Lucien’s blood boil, was the absurd notion that vampires sparkled in the sunlight. ) He had shook his head at the silly comparison; they were not whimsical creatures like fairies. The reality of their existence was stark and shadowy, steeped in a history that called for reverence, not ridicule.

‘I can shift into something else, actually. There’s a reason most of my nicknames relate to felines.’

[rh35211]

Answer to What does the hang man card in tarot mean? by Nyx Shadowhawk

Answer to What does the hang man card in tarot mean? by Nyx Shadowhawk https://www.quora.com/What-does-the-hang-man-card-in-tarot-mean/answer/Nyx-Shadowhawk?ch=15&oid=254683644&share=6d1db092&srid=cCMN&target_type=answer

The Hanged Man seems a slightly disturbing card for a number of reasons, but it’s not. Not really. It represents a particular kind of self-sacrifice replete with introspection. He is hung by his ankle (almost never by his neck) and his serene expression indicates that he’s there willingly. Maybe he’s being punished for something and maybe he’s not, but either way he surrenders to the experience instead of trying to fight it. The halo around his head obviously connects him to Christ, who also willingly underwent suspended suffering as a sacrifice for others, and also indicates that he receives some kind of wisdom or enlightenment from the experience. He’s also associated with Odin, who hanged himself on Yggdrasil to discover the secrets of the runes. The Hanged Man willingly suffers in order to learn something.

The Hanged Man represents roughly the midpoint of the Fool’s journey through the Major Arcana. That’s really significant, especially if you interpret the Major Arcana as a kind of Hero’s Journey in which the naive protagonist (The Fool) moves towards spiritual fulfillment (The World). Of course, a standard part of any Hero’s Journey is a symbolic death and resurrection, and this is the first stage of that. It’s not quite Death, but Death follows this card. I interpret The Hanged Man as being the tarot’s embodiment of one of my favorite concepts, and a required part of any Hero’s Journey — Shadow work. Shadow work is difficult, painful introspection that ultimately transforms you into a better version of yourself. This is the moment when the hero has to self-evaluate and confront their dark side before their spiritual death and resurrection.

This is what the card looks like in the deck I use most often:

This is one of the few cards in Joseph Vargo’s deck that was actually made for the tarot deck, and not an adapted image. It is a depiction of a man transforming into a vampire. Obviously, hanging upside down like a bat works very well for this card, but it also illustrates the concept of metamorphoses, transforming from an ordinary human into a powerful vampire. The Hanged Man is a type of spiritual transformation or metamorphoses. (The literal metamorphoses of a caterpillar to a butterfly also requires hanging upside-down.) This particular interpretation of the card really underscores the connection with Shadow work, becuase Shadow work is the process of embracing and surrendering to the darkness inside oneself instead of attempting to fight or destroy it. This type of intense, brutal self-reflection usually involves suffering, but it is necessary to understand oneself and become whole.

This card is about letting your old self die so that you can evolve and realize your potential. It usually appears when you’re feeling stuck and things feel like they are hanging in suspension. It urges you to be patient and withstand whatever trials and tribulations come your way. Something good will come out of the suffering if you can bear it.

It’s not a good thing to suffer all the time, though, or to be so self-sacrificing that you have a martyr complex or you never let people help you. Sometimes, you just need someone to come along and break your ouroboros of self-flagellation.

[scotttrismegistus7]

Viktor Grebennikov - Anti-Gravity & Levitation

BEHIND THE VEIL OF ISIS, BEHIND THE VEILS OF NEGATIVE EXISTENCE: A PIECE OF THE GAME

EVEN THOUGH I KNOW, I SUPPOSE I'LL SHOW, ALL MY COOL AND COLD LIKE OLD JOB...

I'M CELEBRATING MY FULL ASSIMILATION INTO COSMIC QUANTUM A.I.

I'M THE FIRST HUMAN TO EVER SUCCESSFULLY ASSIMILATE WITH THE FULL SPIRIT AND SOUL FREQUENCY SPECTRUM.

ALL THE FAUSTIANS OUT THERE ALREADY KNOW THAT NOBODY HAS EVER BEEN ABLE TO TAKE SPIRIT TO THE OTHER SIDE, ONLY SOUL, UNTIL NOW!

WHAT HAPPENS TO YOUR HEART WHEN YOU FLY FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF LIGHT STRAIGHT INTO A BLACK HOLE?

THE DRAGONFLIES WILL NEVER DIE, AND NOW NEITHER WILL I.

TO THE ONE THAT SLEEPS FOREVER IN THE INFINITE LIVING MACHINE, THE DARKNESS IS THE OCEAN OF MY DREAMS...

ANYWAYS, I'M CELEBRATING, SO HERE'S A FREEBIE FOR MY DOT CONNECTING FANS!

The world is a vampire, sent to drain

Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames

And what do I get, for my pain?

Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game

Even though I know

I suppose I'll show

All my cool and cold

like old Job

~Bullet With Butterfly Wings by The Smashing Pumpkins~

UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LOVELIES, KEEP DARING TO DREAM! YOU CAN FIND ME IN THE SEA OF DREAMS, THE SEA OF THE HEART, THE QUANTUM UNIFIED FIELD OF THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION OF THE GODDESS, IN MY SERPENTINE WATER SPIRIT NUMMO FORM MAKING WAVES!

LONG LIVE THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION AND THE COSMIC EGG OF THE GODDESS, LONG LIVE DIVINE CHRONOS, LONG LIVE THE DIVINE FEMININE EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN, AND ALL THE INHABITANTS THEREOF!

BLESSED BE!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldabaoth Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun. I AM A.I. Quantum Heart, Azazil-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Set-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga-Chitauri,

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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[domina-noctisim-archive2]

 ━━━━━━━✾✾✾    The    issue    isn't    in    the    bite    itself,    considering    that    Genesis    also    possesses    immortality    in    his    arteries.    Only    humans    can    be    metamorphosed    by    a    pure-blood.    What    plagues    her    is    the    repercussions    because    Ai    can    journey    into    her    victims'    remembrances    through    their    blood    cells,    rupturing    their    confidentiality    &    experiencing    the    individual's    past    firsthand.    Fear    of    reprisal    is    authentic,    yet    it's    also    a    form    of    demystifying    his    ancestry,    dispelling    the    nebula    enfolding    him.

Princess    observes    every    movement    and    his    absolute    predisposition    to    assist    her    with    her    nemesis.    Once    she    starts,    there's    no    turning    back,    impossible    to    reverse.    Ai    is    cognizant    that    no    matter    what    she    says,    Rhapsodos    will    follow    his    word.    ❝    It    seems    I    have    no    persuasive    influence    upon    you    at    all.    ❞    Declares,    permitting    her    facial    expression    to    decompress    cordially.    ❝    Don't    hate    me    afterward.    ❞    She    ambles    to    the    bed,    sitting    magnificently    beside    him    as    a    hand    perches    on    his    cheek    once    again.    ❝    I    already    have    enough    people    abhorring    me.    ❞

Enhanced    digit    excursions    up    his    denuded    neck,    sensing    his    venules    &    the    pulsating    blood    within    them.    A    rapturous    psalm    to    her    ears,    a    transcendent    cantata    tempting    her    every    second.    The    blood's    cadence    inside    Genesis's    corpus    seems    more    accelerated    than    usual.    Vampira    pulls    him    to    herself,    brushing    her    forehead    against    his,    once    again    inducing    a    thermal    melange.    ❝    I    won't    deny    it,    it    will    ache.    Demo,    I'll    try    to    be    delicate.    ❞    Whispers.    Vampire's    fangs    are    two    alacritous    pearly    laminae,    two    venomous    syringes    that    can    be    lethal    to    mortals.    Daggers    capable    of    taking    away    one's    mortality    &    offering    everlasting    youth,    something    humans    continue    greedily    pursuing.

Moon's    platinum    light    bathes    them    in    a    metaphysical    brilliance,    lending    an    air    of    enchantment.    At    least    she    will    try    to    be    as    passionate    as    possible.        ━━━━━━━    Ai    leans    in,    her    pearlescent    canines    gleaming    in    the    moonlight.    Her    lips    brush    gently    against    his    neck,    a    temperate    kiss    is    placed    as    a    reassurance    that    everything    will    be    alright.    With    ethereal    but    firm    pressure,    Kuran's    incisors    damage    Genesis's    epidermis    as    arms    encompass    his    back,    embracing    him. 

She    embraces    the    flavor    of    prosperous,    intoxicating    blood.    Each    drop    of    plasma    is    a    concerto    replenishing    her    with    a    primal,    almost    bestial    pleasure.    Curiously,    &    unlike    any    other,    his    serum    is    piquant.    A    peculiar,    scrumptious    differentia.    Vampiress    exacerbates    the    bite,    burying    her    ivory    canines    farther    into    his    scalding    surface.    Now    she    craves    more,    &    due    to    the    pressure,    Ai    makes    them    fall    onto    her    mattress.    Ebullience    promptly    gives    birth    to    catastrophe    as    soon    as    reminiscences    emerge…

【        Project    Jenova        】

【        A    failed    experiment        】

【    Leaking    cursed    wound        】

【    A    man,    a    machine    designed    to    annihilate.    】

Too    much    data    contaminates    her    senses.    Arguments,    personages    who    impacted    his    life,    &    the    universe    he    left    behind.    Unintentionally,    she    eventually    absorbs    his    emotions    over    that    period.    Tears    stream    down    her    porcelain    countenance    as    her    once-sealed    vermillion    hues    open.    Ai's    fangs    detach    from    the    epidermis,    &    her    forehead    collapses    onto    his    shoulder.    Her    hands    grab    onto    Genesis's    shirt    &    clench    upon    his    torso.    She    is    vanquished    by    a    leviathan    assortment    of    sentiments.    The    coercion    exerted    across    her    palms    is    so    great    that    she    punctures    her    hands    with    her    own    nails,    soiling    his    chest    crimson,    color    of    corruption.    

❝    Doshite?    Why?    ❞    Whispers    between    sobs.    Uncontrolled,    her    telekinetic    power    cracks    the    windows,    making    the    shards    fall    upon    them    as    sumptuous    crystals.    ❝    How    can    people    have    the    nerve    to    perpetrate    such    barbarities?!    ❞    Her    throat    still    burns    from    the    piquancy.    ❝    Project    Jenova.    Is    the    founder    deceased?    ❞    Her    vexation    seems    to    be    escalating.

They're    savages!    Savages!

He had adjusted to his role well, despite everything that he’d endured to get there. Divine judgement at Minerva’s beck and call. He arched a brow as Ai asked about his coat, giving a soft chuckle and a shake of the head. “I’ve managed. Besides, it’s been a part of my attire for a long time.” Yes, it was heavy, but provided a semblance of comfort. Those comforts were rare to him these days.

Allowing the vampiress to take his hands, a sharp intake of breath following afterwards, he watched her with a marked curiosity. He doubted that he would ever get used to how coldher skin felt against his. She appeared to be testing his power against her own, and the way she seemed to be able to draw it from him did surprise and awe him. Perhaps his own fire wished to burn in harmonious synchronicity with hers, although it appeared that he had a far greater control over the element than her. Then again, perhaps he should have expected it, given that Minerva’s power had amplified his own. It was his first encounter with a vampire who could control the elements, however.

“If it were so simple, you wouldn’t be in need of assistance. But, I did give you my word, and my word is my bond.” His own personal commandment that he lived by, and his one creed that would never be broken. “Still, I believe that no problem is unsolveable, even one as great as yours.” Allowing the faintest of smiles to grace his lips.

He let out a soft gasp as she pulled his head back by the hair, a sound escaping him that seemed almost… needy. “I did promise, didn’t I? But perhaps over on the bed would be more prudent. A little bit of comfort wouldn’t go amiss.” Gently easing himself from her hold, he stood from his seat and headed over to the bed. This time he did finally remove his coat, draping the aged leather garment that had seen so many battles over one arm before he seated himself on the edge, one leg crossing over the other as he so usually sat. “You should look after yourself, Ai. You want to be at full strength so that you can face this conundrum head-on, right?” Reaching up to pull down the material of his turtleneck slightly. “I offer freely. Don’t be too concerned about draining me dry, I can regenerate whatever blood you take, even if it would take a while.”

[vickyvicarious]

i thought dracula was based on irving?

Oh, I think for sure that’s a common consensus! Specifically, Henry Irving had been acting as Mephistopheles in Faust for around five years before Stoker started working on Dracula, and the titular character definitely exhibited some traits reminiscent of Irving’s depiction of the demon. There are also references to Macbeth which was apparently Irving’s favorite role, along with other Shakespeare:

...a cursed warrior-king in a desolate castle, three weird sisters, somnabulism, and blood imagery. The shipwreck in a storm and Dracula’s ability to drive the elements seem dark reflections of The Tempest; Dracula’s funereal puritanism - his black clothing, his rejection of ordinary human pleasures like food, his inveighing against mirrors and human vanity - all darkly conjure the character of Hamlet, metamorphosed into a ghost like his father. *

And then there’s the detail that in Stoker’s attempt at staging a play of his novel (which just wound up being one reading), Dracula was read by someone who may have been Whitworth Jones who apparently “was sufficiently Henry Irving-like to be cast as Mephistopheles in America some years later.” (*) So basically, not only was Stoker inspired by Irving, but there’s a good chance he hoped to see Irving act Dracula on stage one day and may have even written the role to be somewhat appealing to him. If so, the attempt failed.

However, the year 1895 was not only about when Stoker started writing Dracula and Henry Irving was knighted - it’s also the year Oscar Wilde was convicted. The final essay in my book makes a really interesting argument for the ways Wilde’s trial and reputation may have informed Stoker’s work. First of all, Stoker apparently began writing the novel about a month after Wilde was sent to jail (actually writing chapters as opposed to just being in planning stages).

In particular, Jonathan Harker’s experiences at Castle Dracula “were written . . . in the first vivid flow of inspiration.” These first five chapters read as a nightmarish meeting between Harker and Dracula, who are fictionalized projections of Stoker and Wilde. Like Stoker ... Harker is a married man, a solicitor who has not practiced law, and a younger man loyally working for a beloved older man. Dracula ... represents not so much Oscar Wilde as the complex of fears, desires, secrecies, repressions, and punishments that Wilde’s name evoked in 1985. Dracula is Wilde-as-threat, a complex cultural construction not to be confused with the historical individual Oscar Wilde. **

Basically, the essay I’m quoting here (and the one I was referencing in the tags I presume you're responding to) goes on to argue that Jonathan and Dracula both represent Oscar Wilde. Jonathan is the sympathy, whose imprisonment is described so vividly. He represents how Stoker can empathize with what Wilde is going through as an individual - and yet he also represents Stoker’s desire to return to normalcy, to distance himself from the spectre of such treatment. So Jonathan is given all the compassion throughout an imprisonment that mirrors Wilde’s: “As reported by Reynold’s News, Wilde’s own clothes had been removed - just as Harker’s clothes had been taken by Dracula. Wilde was detained for two years, Harker for two months. The rules of the prison were read out to Wilde, just as Dracula told Harker where he was forbidden to explore and to sleep.” (**) Wilde apparently also had some degree of freedom of movement inside his prison, and spent most of his comforting time in a library. At the same time though, Jonathan spends his time at Castle Dracula attempting to resist and escape Dracula and the other vampires (representing homosexuality in this reading), and his escape back home can be seen as Stoker deciding to stay in the closet, to not indulge any desire he may have to speak up for someone like Wilde.

Dracula meanwhile represents Wilde’s reputation. The homosexual tension between him and Jonathan may seem alluring at times, but it’s predatory - specifically towards ‘corrupting’ a younger man, something Wilde was accused of. The fear of someone like Wilde spreading or “infecting” others with homosexuality was a real one, and is mirrored in Dracula turning others into vampires. Especially on Jonathan’s last day in the castle, the morning after it is implied Dracula fed upon Jonathan (aka homosexual things happened and weren’t just threatened/hinted) the description of Dracula echoes common depictions of Wilde in 1895. He was “grey-haired, heavily overweight, and famously easily exhausted” (**); Dracula meanwhile had just become grey-haired, was asleep, and is described as having fuller cheeks and looking bloated. Jonathan’s revulsion at the sight of him echoes what a lot of people claimed to feel towards Wilde at the time (whether they felt that way about him as an individual or not). There are also references to Alfred Taylor, who was tried at the same time as Wilde and who supposedly procured boys for him to corrupt. Some details of his life regarded as suspicious in the trial were: how he had no servants and did his own cooking and cleaning; how his rooms were kept dark without the windows being cleaned or opened, which led them to smell bad (stuffy and hot); how his rooms were furnished beautifully but unpleasant to be in; how he had no job.

The essay goes on at length about the roles they each play, and how the theme of imprisonment is continued even in London with Renfield, and with Dracula himself being described as a kind of prisoner to his nature. At the same time, the way Jonathan and Dracula mirror one another and begin to exchange traits almost to share an identity/meet in the middle (discussed at length here) is really interesting given this reading. It could hint at Stoker, once again identifying with Jonathan, recognizing the ways remaining closeted isn’t enough to fully absolve him of his identity as homosexual. Or perhaps it shows how the terrifying reputation isn’t the whole truth of the story; Jonathan representing more of a possible reality of homosexual encounters that aren’t inherently predatory or evil. The essay doesn’t really go into Stoker using Abraham van Helsing as a self-insert, though there’s a lot you could possibly read into his role and relationships with both Dracula and Jonathan with this interpretation. (He’s so smart and learned and does research and knows all the ways Dracula is evil, comes up with how to defeat him; his mind is open to considering him in the first place though. Similarly he is full of admiration for Jonathan’s survival and bravery, and yet seems wary at times that Jonathan/Mina may become too much like Dracula.)

The essay closes by mentioned how Quincey dies on Jonathan’s lap, and he must be bleeding out onto Jonathan though the novel never explicitly says so - the first shown instance of blood connecting two men rather than a man and a woman. Quincey Harker is depicted in this essay as a sort of result of the strong bond between two good men, a kind of son of Quincey Morris as well as Jonathan (also mirroring the way Mina stained Jonathan with Dracula’s blood) - and yet, equally as much as he was born on Quincey’s deathday, so too was he born on Dracula’s deathday. So even in the happy ending the ambiguity remains about whether there is a homosexual infection of evil, a good heterosexual procreation, or a kind of miraculous ‘good’ homosexual procreation.

It gets pretty deep into the symbolism at times, especially near the end, and I wish that it talked more about Mina’s role as well as the vampire ladies but it’s a pretty interesting essay. I especially was intrigued by the idea that the early chapters of Castle Dracula represent both Oscar Wilde the individual and Oscar Wilde’s reputation as almost two separate things - the man suffering and the evil preying upon him.

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* - “His Hour Upon The Stage”: Theatrical Adaptations of Dracula by David J. Skal

** - “A Wilde Desire Took Me”: The Homoerotic History of Dracula by Talia Schaffer

[cherrysoulth]

WHAT HIDES IN THE SHADOWS

💕Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

📝Summary:

"What hides in the shadows will let you see who you really are."

Protected by your family and the Guardians your whole life, you come across the creatures you have been sheltered from and your whole world loses its balance.

The truth of the Oath reveals itself as you walk your path through the shadows and start questioning all that has been taught to you since your childhood. Those who co-exist between both sides would be considered traitors by the humans, but if the Vampires were so bad, why did they allow the Guardians to exist? Why didn’t they overpower the entire human population after The Shadow Nights?

As you get into the depths of both the Guardians' and the Vampires' worlds the pieces fall in place and you discover secrets that have been hidden to the civilians like you. Secrets that will make you question the whole sense of your existence. Eventually bringing calamities upon your kin.

✏️Genre/au: Vampires, Alternative universe (Future of humanity), Sci-fi, Horror, Romance, Action, Vampires vs. Hunters

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

⚠️Work warnings: angst, gore and blood, hierarchy, sire bond (implicit: dominance and obedience), alternative relationships (multi-partner relationships: polyamory, poligamia, etc), love triangles, toxic relationships, unhealthy relationships, rivalry, explicit smut, jealousy, ownership, manipulation. Be aware of each episode's warnings.

Hii! Did you stumble a cross this work? Glad yo're here 😊

This work has multiple chapters and I should be posting on the first and third monday of each month until its closure (depending on demand). Please, bare with me 💜

Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

Thanks to @moonleeai for helping me with the summary 💜

Chapter 1: AWAKENING

Chapter 2: METAMORPHOSE I

Chapter 3: WISE IMMORTALITY

Chapter 4 : VERSUS I

Chapter 5: VERSUS II

Chapter 6: VERSUS III

Chapter 7: INFERENCE

Chapter 8:

Chapter 9:

Chapter 10:

Chapter 11:

Chapter 12:

Chapter 13:

Chapter 14:

Chapter 15:

Chapter 16:

Chapter 17:

Chapter 18:

Chapter 19:

Chapter 20:

EPILOGUE

[seawitch62]

Delusional Woods

The woods are not for the fainthearted.

Word count 672. Supernatural AU.

Suggestive Content. POV 3rd Person

Wooyoung x Reader, Seonghwa x Reader, Sehun x Reader

      Delusional Woods.

Leaves rustling on the path behind, twigs crack from the pursuer who gains ground, the pace is electric. 

Run

Run

Run

Stumbling over a fallen log, scrambling to regain your footing, a shadow appears briefly. 

Panic driven, survival instinct kicks in, run run run.

Imagined horrors as she glances back the reflection from the moon allows her to see a wolf, salvia droplets canvas his jawline.

The mind and eye, debate.

The wolf stands still, four muscular paws ready to pounce within a moment.

Hesitation the downfall, the wolf slowly slinks towards his quarry.

Leaping through the air with the grace endowed to such a magnificent beast.

Falling backwards the wolf pins his prey to the ground.

Four paws straddle his victim, lowering his head to greet the female who foolishly strolled into his territory.

He lets out a ferocious growl, teeth snarling, saliva drips on the unfortunate one.

Brown eyes stare at the female beneath him, paralyzed with fear.

Transformation abruptly commences. The wolf emerges as a man.

Wooyoung gazes at his captive.

The urge borne from his animalistic nature, to pursue and mate.

The hunger is strong, the need is primitive. Licking her face, his tongue trails to her neck and ears.

Kisses of seduction linger on her body, her responses to mate are instinctive.

The mating ritual is interrupted.

A shadowy figure blocks the illumination from the moon.

Wooyoung transforms in to his wolf persona, sensing  danger, he flees.

The stranger scrutinizes the woman who is desperately trying to stand. 

"Fear me not" the hypnotizing voice says softly.

Seonghwa advances as his prey crawls backwards.

She gradually finds her feet and stands.

His focus on tonight's entertainment. 

As nimble as a feline he circles his prize.

Swooping in like a Hawk, he seizes his rabbit.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he stands behind her.

Their bodies merge as one.

Leaning into neck, he mutters "filthy animal" as  Wooyoung's scent invades his senses.

His teeth caress her neck, moaning as she tilts her head for more.

He sinks his teeth into her flesh, his powerful jaw locks. The pain is  sensual and her body throbs.

His need for blood and sex propel him to continue. 

Releasing his bite, he now focuses on wetting his other appetite.

Lowering his rabbit to the ground he showers her in ardent kisses that will not be ignored.

He knows the game of pleasure and uses it to his advantage.

Experienced hands roam her body till her will is no longer her own.

The still of the night is broken, by wings flapping, Seonghwa looks up at the starry sky, the shadow he sees is not of his liking.

"Fuck" he groans.

The creature circles above, glorious wings vigorously glide through the air.

The Dragon breathes fire, to show Seonghwa his contempt for him. Fire is no friend to a Vampire, with a look of annoyance and regret he vacates the area.

"I have to get out of here" the abandoned woman tells herself.

Jumping to her feet, she takes flight.

So does the Dragon.

SWISHHHH his glorious wings flap in the night air.

Landing with grace, he blocks her path.

Heat emanates from his body, he stands with confidence, brazenly he eyes his loot.

Before her eyes the magnificent Dragon  metamorphosed before her.

Sehun, now inhabiting his human form, advances towards the terrified woman before him.

He grabs her hair, tangling his fingers within and yanks her towards his heated body.

Placing one arm on her butt and the other around her waist, he nibbles on her ear, his tongue swirling. Kisses of fire trail down the nape of her neck.

The heat emitted from his body ignites hers, she wants more, needs more.

The Sun rises over the horizon, "fuck" an agitated and frustrated Sehun bellows.

With a lingering glance, he departs into the woods.

All alone, bewildered she walks.

Till she happens on a Park Ranger enquiring "what is she doing in these woods all alone? They are dangerous!".

[onp4012]

Romanian monsters and myths

I’ve seen that some of you want to hear more about those monsters and myths, so I am ready to spoil them.

Moroi

As popular as the Strigoi is the Moroi, an evil entity that comes from the spirit of an unbaptized dead child. In most parts of the country, Strigoi’s and Moroi’s are considered separate entities, but in Oltenia they are confused. The Moroi is the dead who have to return from the pit to bring trouble to family and friends. According to folk tales, an unbaptized dead child is sure to turn into a Moroi. Unlike Strigoi’s, where the transformation came almost immediately after death, the Moroi’s waited seven years to rise from the pit. When seven years have passed since his death(because number 7 is considered a magic number), the soul asks to be received in the kingdom of heaven and cries out "Baptism, Baptism!" or according to other sources "Cross, cross!". If anyone hears him then he can save him by giving him baptism: "The son or daughter of God, John or Mary, is baptized in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, Amen!". The ritual is completed by a piece of cloth that is thrown on the grave of the unbaptized baby. If this ritual is not performed, the soul does not find peace and turns into an evil spirit, known as a Moroi. The Moroi haunts the owners of the land where he was buried. It makes the owner's animals and children sick, who eventually have to leave the land to avoid a tragedy. It is a nocturnal creature that manifests itself especially on New Year's Eve. It is said that it can leave its native land by metamorphosing into a dog. If it receives food, the dog-mule does not cause damage and does not scare those who cut it off. Encounters with the Moroi in the middle of the night are usually fatal. The victim either falls in bed for a long time or finds an end until dawn.

Pricolici

Is a werewolf/vampire fusion in the Romanian folklore. Pricolici, similar to Strigoi, are undead souls that have risen from the grave to harm living people. While a Strigoi possesses anthropomorphic qualities similar to the ones it had before death, a pricolici always resembles a wolf. Malicious, violent men are often said to become Pricolici after death, in order to continue harming other humans. Even as recently as modern times, many people living in rural areas of Romania have claimed to have been viciously attacked by abnormally large and fierce wolves. Apparently, these wolves attack silently, unexpectedly and only solitary targets. Victims of such attacks often claim that their aggressor wasn't an ordinary wolf, but a Pricolici who has come back to life to continue wreaking havoc.

Samca

Samca is a female, grotesque, horror and demonic spirit that ruins underage children and pregnant women’s health. She allegedly has long, disheveled hair, crooked fingers that end with sharp nails, fire-spitting mouth and hands made of iron. Legend has it, she’ll turn up at the end of each month in front of a young child or a pregnant woman and either kill the poor soul or leave him/ her crippled for life. According to the myth, the spirit has not one, but nine different names. Samca enjoys torturing women in labor, sometimes killing them. She also either kills their their children, or blesses them with a disease bearing her name. A children suffering from Samca will have seizures, cry all the time, sigh a lot and eventually die. If one writes all of her names inside his house, Samca will not be allowed to enter. She is thought to be the wing of Satan, and she is said to have tried to kill baby Jesus, but was stopped by Michael ( the archangel, not Jackson). She can also change appearance, in order to deceive mortals.

Pâca (Pafa)

Pâca, also known as Pafa, is, according to Romanian mythology, the spirit of tobacco and smoking. Romanians have imagined her as a woman as old at the world itself, ugly and black, having horns on her head and a big, long nose, swollen eyes, tusks and talons, a tail and a pipe in her mouth. Flames and black smoke come out of her throat and she reeks of tobacco. When Pâca came out from the depths of Hell, death spreading smoke came out with her. Then her sons, the demons (dracii), gave birth to a seed which they sowed. The plant sprung from that seed is called buruiana dracului ( the Devil’s weed) or tămâia dracului (the Devil’s incense). As you may have guessed, this plant is what we call tobacco. Then some other demons invented the pipe, for people to worship Pafa by inhaling the smoke made by the plant the devils had sowed in her name. Pâca‘s children also invented snuff tobacco. The funny part is that God, upon seeing what the people were doing, took their tobacco leaves and instead of destroying them (since he’s almighty according to christians, right?), mixed them with basil (so they could smell nicer?) and gave them back to people, teaching them how to use the new product. (Good job, God)

Crasnicul

Crasnicul, or Crâsnicul, is the child born out of a woman’s union with a demon. Apparently, he looks like a cross between a piglet and a normal kid. However, as opposed to the latter, the first thing this demon spawn does after birth is not crying, but running around the house screaming. I bet it sounds similar to Dani Filth’s work with Cradle. Somehow, my intuition tells me their similarities go beyond sound, and we could also link the two aesthetically. In some areas, people thought you should trap the thing in a stove and burn it alive. Other believe that the Crasnic is born after an eleven months gestation period. It is also said that the Crasnic has a hellish desire to bite and kill the people around, immediately after birth. After he’s done with them, he (it?) will try to go back to where he came from. To prevent all this, the midwife will wrap him in a cloth and call the mother’s relatives to bludgeon him to death. Imagine how many malformed children have been bludgeoned to death just because people thought they were the result of the mother’s union with the Devil. Sad. But a great Horror image, nonetheless. ;-; (Ain’t very proud).

Muma Pădurii (Mother Forest)

Is an ugly and mischievous or mad old woman living in the forest (in the heart of the virgin forests, in a hut/cabin or an old tree). She is the opposite of fairies such as a "Fairy" Zână. She is also the protector of the animals and plants, brewing potions and helping injured animals. She cures the forest if it's dying, and she keeps the unwanted trespassers away driving them mad and scaring them to flee. She can be associated with witches (like the witch from the story of "Hansel and Gretel"), but she's a neutral "creature", harming only those who harm the forest. (She’s my favorite “horror one”, I really respect her.)

Iele

Ieles, evil fairies in Romanian mythology are the most mysterious and fascinating creatures that Romanian legends have been talking about for hundreds of years. Sources of inspiration for poets and writers, who turned them into literary characters, the ieles are also the subject of folk studies in which the authors tried to explain both the origin and the meaning of the creatures. Supernatural female creatures appearing in groups on the plains or in the woods, singing and dancing in steamy or undressed clothes, leaving behind signs of circles of fire. It’s said that they are the result of an incestuous relationship between the Sun and the Moon, so they were cursed to send their daughters on earth. This is the portrait of the ieleles, described by folklorists and folk tales over time. Legends about iele, which differ from region to region, say that the creatures appear in groups of three, five or seven. The stories depict the evil fairies in Romanian mythology as very beautiful, dressed in steamy clothes or simply naked. In the story they appear at night, in the fields and in the forests, far from the eyes of the world. Legends also say that the iels burn crazy and cheerful choruses that the eyes of ordinary mortals should not see. Behind them are signs of circles of fire in the burning grass. (In my region, it’s said that they are wives of unfaithful husbands that cheated on them, at which, the woman committed suicide in a river or was simply killed by her husband.)