#vampire sleepy boys inc

[unfinishedficideas]

half vampire tommyinnit

(this is dark sbi btw, past me thought it was a funny trend to have sbi only coincidentally not kidnap tommy so tommy thinks theyre regular, and then have tommy find out how close he was to being kidnapped later after he already considers them fam)

(also all the story ideas I post are usually old and unedited from their notes app origins so do with that warning what u will)

The sbi are a super traditional vampire coven (with the exception of younger distant moved out members tubbo and ranboo) in a world where average people know about vampires and are chill about it but vampires are still in hiding cause they can pass for humans most of the time

tommy is a half human and half vampire, based on the concept that vampires drink blood to fill their own veins, tommy as a half vampire still has a heart and a living body and needs to drink blood every once in a while to fill his own body with blood (gotta drink one specific type of blood?)

tommy starts up a blood donation center in the village near sbi's manor, people give blood for some money during the day, vampires can come in at night and pay to get some. (tommy also gets his blood from this)

most vampires above a certain power level don't need to suck blood to live so long as they sleep like one day stright in a week (only vampires who aren't at the age of vampire maturity or fledglings need to drink blood to live)

or a vampire can choose to drink blood to get like a power up or a something like a caffeine high so they dont need to sleep for a day of the week

Technoblade puts off sleeping his day of the week but they were hosting another coven as visitors and he didnt want to be asleep incase the coven tried to take over their territory because he's the muscles of the operation ig

so technoblade goes into town to get some blood from the shop he's heard about and thats where he meets tommy

techno can feel that tommy's shop is a vampire territory when he walks in and assumes tommy is a full vampire bcs of it, tells the rest of sbi when he gets back they have another living vampire in town near them. (other coven overhears? other coven know tommy? maybe other coven evil? maybe)

eventually sbi start going to drink blood at his shop whenever they want to prevent having to sleep for 24 hours straight. and then they start just visiting him to be buddies with him ig.

eventually tommy mentions near them he has to drink blood more then once a week, they assume that tommy is a fledgling vampire and then absorb him into the coven bond but can then feel that he isnt a fledgling and assume he isnt age a vampire maturity instead, they dont want to take him away from his territory and make him sad so they dont kidnap him

tommy does not know he has been absorbed into said coven because he cannot feel emotions threw the bond because he is not a full vampire and not a fledgling.

tommy continues his life with 3 hovering vampires who constantly ask him how hes feeling and if he's drinking all the blood he needs and are also constantly asking him to visit them

(btw they are kinda being like stereotypical creepy vampires, coming threw his windows into his house and stalking him and stuff but tommy brushes it off as them not having any idea of personal space because theyre older vampires and wear victorion-ish clothes)

other coven (dream?) come to tommy and start bothering him (make up reason) and then sbi get sick of it and force tommy to stay with them in their mansion instead of his rental house

but tommy will be oblivous to the fact that this is technically a kidnapping, in his mind it makes total sense they want him to stop being bothered by other vampires, and then bro just starts living with them

eventually when they try and sneak in a cuddle with tommy, they find out he's half vampire bcs he has a beating heart and is warm as hell (which they didnt notice before for plot reason)

theyre like "what" and tommy is like "its literally on the pamphlets about my shop, i thought you knew"

eventually tubbo and ranboo come back to the manor because they felt tommy be added to the coven bond and they wanna meet the new fam

tommy did not know he was fam and sbi gotta explain themselves

other details:

a fledgling vampire in this is someone who has been turned within the last like 10 years, super rare to be turned and not born as a vampire so in this world you kinda adopt any fledgling automatically because otherwise they tend to die.

(ranboo and tubbo are daytime vampires, got montorships with techno and phil and became part of the coven but moved out together into an apartment because they wanted to be closer to modern civilization)

(daytime vampires are vampires except they can only go out in the daytime and not night and they have to constantly drink a small amount of blood so they dont get sick at night)

{sbi have a classic castle style manor thats near one of those villages that is still olden days styled to attract tourists)

a vampire "territory" is just their house, but vampire covens tend to live in gigantic houses because they are typically bigger groups and have old money.

[nomsfaultau]

The Blood God and His Fledgling

Part 1: The Window

The permanent stain upon the earth called himself The Blood God, but he had collected many names in the thousands of years he’d haunted humanity. He supposed these days he would be considered an elder vampire, though in truth ‘these days’ spanned centuries, and as of late he had rather lost track of it all. He’d been called a monster, a demon, a nightmare. In the ancient days when he’d still cared, he had forced the humans to call him a god. And before then, when he had still been human…

The last time that name had ever been spoken, it was in a hero’s dying screams. The Blood God’s humanity died with him.

The Blood God was left in his place. A menacing brute, more predator than man, his tusks long stained with the blood he drank. But where once mortals feared his presence prowling in the night, now he was nothing more than the fading memory of a nightmare. The mankind he’d haunted had lost even the whispers of stories about him, an old myth, forgotten myth, a dusty artifact abandoned and to lay where it was discarded. But The Blood God preferred to be undisturbed, anyway.

At most The Blood God moved only to feed, and even then it was delayed as long as possible until the maddening blood thirst at last overwhelmed the listless immortality it sustained. It irked him to have to move at all, that the instincts to survive plagued him still. How inconvenient he must persist, but persist he did for an immortal is good for nothing else. The Blood God fed upon the strain of wolves he’d personally domesticated, less for any concern of mortal life, and more so of convenience and a simmering misanthropic temperament born of apathy.

He didn’t concern himself much with humanity, withdrawn from a world speeding past at incomprehensible speed. Below the window he always sat at, the city grew ravenously, architecture transforming with incomprehensible materials, the world unfamiliar and lonely. But the humans rushing past were all the same, swarming ants. The faces he’d seen over the centuries had become little more than an indistinguishable blur, repetitious, dull. The predator’s eyes lazily traced the movement of his prey, but they held no interest, truly. It was only the instincts of a wretched beast, building pressure in the back of his skull telling him it had been too long since he last fed. But perhaps he could postpone another fortnight.

And then in the midst of the miasma of humanity, a beacon. A flash of familiar gold working through the crowd. Vampires healed too quickly for it to matter, but The Blood God still hadn’t lost the impulse to prod at a throbbing wound despite knowing it would still hurt. And so he carefully watched the young human with hair like a gleaming summer harvest, anticipating the second he turned and grief speared through The Blood God once more. Perhaps he could have spared The Blood God by passing out of view, but he lingered at a strange bench. Back to the window, swinging his legs a little as he waited. A type of cruelty, in its own right, to deny The Blood God a swift blow. But he was already waiting till the cessation of eternity with no relief. This throb of his long dead heart made little difference.

As if likewise impatient, the boy’s head twisted, searching. A glance at something small in his hands, a bouncing leg, and he rose. Looking around, and The Blood God braced as he turned into view. But the expected pain never came.

Because this time, it really was Theseus.

The same dancing cobalt eyes and cheekbones and jawline and eyebrows and nose and him, it was him, it was his friend.

With a rattling, choking gasp, The Blood God remembered how to breathe again. It hollowed him out like a gale, almost scorchingly invasive. His chest heaved with it, then stilled, the repetitive instinct long, long dead. His claws twitched, then pressed to his maw in wonder. Thousands of years had passed since those lips drew their last breath. The Blood God had been so worried over it at first, how he could just forget to breathe. Theseus had just teased him over it, subtly assuring him it didn’t matter. And the hero had been right, of course. So wearisome a habit, frequent and mundane, too fast to keep up with for an ancient immortal.

Mortal. Startling, The Blood God lurched to his feet, hooves splintering the floorboards. He needed to act now, before the mortal slipped through his claws. A life so fleeting- no, he could blink and Theseus would be gone again. Cobwebs lacing him to the chair snapped, dust billowing from the dragging of his wings as The Blood God lunged for the window.

The mortal was fully facing him now, talking to seemingly thin air with a familiar exacerbated ribbing that ached to not be directed to him. The vampire pressed to the shaded glass, enraptured with the vision before him. He soaked up every last detail, basking in the mortal’s image. There wasn’t a single doubt in his mind. That was Theseus. His friend. The other half of his soul.

A fractured soul could not endure eternity, not alone. And now, he didn't have to be alone. This time, The Blood God wasn’t going to accept no for an answer.

Next>

[lennjamin-o7]

Its Just An Impromptu Roadtrip

Vampires are real and the government has one very important law to keep citizens safe. NEVER walk alone. They enforce this by law with a hefty fine. It makes sense, really. Safety in numbers and all! But when Technoblade is forced to move away from his favorite neighbor, Tommy, he decides to break that rule more than once so he can walk the menace to school. Even if the fines start to eat at his wallet. It's so great that his new neighbor Philza agrees to walk with them as well! This will surely have no consequences! or; Philza is a lonely vampire and Technoblade is too fantastic for him to pass on.

Make sure you read the tags.

[stressed-out-sloth]

SBI Vampire AU: Millennium Snow

A few months ago, I wanted to read some Vampire SBI fics, but I noticed that most of them have Dark!SBI, especially if Tommy starts out human. So I decided that I wanted to make a more wholesome crimeboys-centric vampire AU without Dark!SBI. Don’t worry, there’s still angst.

This Au is based on the manga “Millennium Snow”, which was created by the same author as Ouran Highschool Host Club. I highly recommend it, but this AU does have some minor spoilers about the manga so be warned.

Without further ado, here’s the AU!

Tommy is a human who was born very weak and sickly. He’s practically lived his whole life in the hospital. He’s determined to get better though, he constantly tells everyone about his list of things he wants to do once he’s healthy 

Unfortunately, Tommy isn’t always cooperative, which often leads to him escaping the hospital whenever he’s too bored of being cooped up inside

One day during one of his escapes, Tommy runs into Wilbur, who he accidentally discovers is a vampire

Being the curious little gremlin he is, Tommy is determined to follow Wilbur and pester him with questions about vampires. At first, Wilbur refuses but is worn down by Tommy’s stubbornness and persistence

So Wilbur tells Tommy about vampires, the kind of powers they have, how a lot of info about vampires are inaccurate. Eventually, they get to the topic about food and lifespans

Wilbur tells Tommy that the average vampire’s lifespan is around 1,000 years, and that usually when a vampire becomes an adult they look for a human to form a contract with.  

When a contract is made, the human will age at the same rate as a vampire, can’t get sick, and will heal from injuries slightly faster than normal. In exchange, the human becomes a consistent and reliable source of blood for the vampire. 

Both parties have to agree in order to establish the contract, it can’t ever be forced. Vampires can only make this contract once in a lifetime, if their contracted human dies they can’t do it again. The same goes for the human, and if the vampire dies then the human goes back to being a normal human

Wilbur tells Tommy he should have formed a contract a few years ago, but didn’t because he hates the taste of blood and can gain energy other ways

After Wilbur’s explanation, Tommy asks if he can see Wilbur again, and Wilbur agrees

For the next few days the two of them start hanging out and start to become friends. Tommy tells Wilbur about his list and all the things he wants to do (but doesn’t mention being sick/hospitalized) and Wilbur shows Tommy his music and tells stories about his family. 

But then, they witness a car accident. The driver is ok for the most part but they cut themselves pretty badly and are bleeding a lot. Tommy looks at Wilbur and sees that he has a wild, hungry look in his eyes

Tommy manages to drag Wilbur away and asks what happened. Wilbur confesses that he lied when he said he didn’t like blood and admits that he’s suffering from severe anemia because he refuses to drink blood

Tommy then begs for Wilbur to make the contract with him. Wilbur refuses and is actually hurt that Tommy would suggest that. He thought Tommy would be different, that he wouldn’t be greedy and ask to make the contract just because of a longer lifespan

Wilbur’s about to walk away when Tommy collapses all of a sudden. He is rushed to the hospital and all the doctors and nurses try to help him but there’s nothing they can do

Tommy is dying

Right before he dies, time freezes and there’s Wilbur. He tells Tommy that he can only freeze time for a few minutes, and that he wanted to talk to Tommy one more time

When Wilbur asks Tommy why he didn’t tell him he was sick, Tommy says he didn’t want pity and he wanted at least one person to not treat him like he was fragile

Tommy apologizes to Wilbur for asking to make the contract even though he knew there was a reason why Wilbur didn’t want to 

Tommy then confesses that he knew he was going to die soon, that he wasn’t going to get better no matter how much he wanted to. The list of things he wanted to do was just him lying to himself and to make others feel better

He thanks Wilbur for being his friend, for helping him make some good memories and staying with him in his last moments

Tommy then says he hopes that one day Wilbur will find someone to form a contract with, someone who will love and accept him no matter how ling they’re together

He thanks Wilbur for everything one last time before time restarts and Tommy is dying again

For a while, Wilbur just stands there, frozen, still comprehending what Tommy said. It isn’t until he hears the the heart monitor flatline that Wilbur decides he has to do something

He rushes to Tommy’s side and bites his wrist so that he’s bleeding and then somehow force feeds it to Tommy. A few seconds after he swallows, Tommy’s heart restarts

When Tommy wakes up, he’s surprised to find out that not only is he not dead, but that he somehow feels better than he has in a long time. He actually feels healthy

Wilbur pays Tommy a visit and explains that he gave Tommy his blood, which gave him some of his life essence. This has made Tommy 100% healthy, but it won’t last forever. Wilbur estimates that Tommy has a year before the life essence wears out and he’s back to being sick again

Tommy is more than fine with that, he now has a chance to get to do all the things he wanted to do once he was healthy. He invites Wilbur to come along, and he agrees

So Crimeboys go out on these adventures, trying to do as many things on Tommy’s list as possible before the year is up

Along the way, Tommy meets Phil, Wilbur’s vampire father along with Technoblade, Phil’s best friend, contract human, and pseudo-uncle to Wilbur. They all get along great and once Phil and Techno find out about Tommy’s situation, they decide to tag along 

As they go out on these adventures, Wilbur grows a lot closer to Tommy to the point where he sees him more as a little brother than a friend. He also slowly begins to heal from whatever trauma/insecurities made him not want to form a contract in the first place

Wilbur realizes that he doesn’t want his time with Tommy to end, he doesn’t want him to die. He wants Tommy to always be by his side, smiling and laughing and bickering the way brothers do

But Wilbur also doesn’t want to force Tommy into a contract if he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to take advantage of Tommy’s illness and essentially blackmail him. He wants Tommy to also want to make the contract. So he doesn’t bring it up

Tommy also feels the same way. He thought that knowing he would die in a year would make it easier to not have regrets, but that’s not the case. He doesn’t want to die, but more than that he wants to be with Wilbur (and also Phil and Techno)

But Tommy doesn’t want to be selfish and ask to make a contract when Wilbur doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want Wilbur to think he’s greedy and only wants to form a contract so that he’ll live longer. So Tommy doesn’t ask

Meanwhile, Techno, Phil, and everyone else around them are tired and frustrated because it is so obvious how they feel but they refuse to actually talk to each other

A year goes by and they got most of the things off of Tommy’s list. Soon enough, Wilbur’s blood wears off and Tommy is back to being sick in the hospital again

As they’re sitting together in the hospital together with Tommy slowly dying again, Tommy thanks Wilbur for everything he’s done for him. Tommy then confesses to Wilbur about wanting to form a contract so that they can stay together but was afraid to say anything because he didn’t want to seem selfish or greedy

Wilbur tells Tommy he also wants to form a contract, and when Tommy asks if he’s sure, Wilbur says there’s no one else he’d rather have by his side for the next 1,000 years

They form the contract then and there, Soon, Tommy fully recovers and leaves the hospital for the last time. He goes to live with Wilbur and with Phil and Techno, they go on even more adventures, together.

And that’s the AU! Wow that took a lot longer to write than I thought. Let me know what you think! Until next time!

[voltageapps]

Three new Switch otome games by Voltage Inc. are under development! 🎮

2024 NEON MAFIA & Kaleido Tower

2025 Vampire Hunter

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NEON MAFIA (ネオンマフィア)

Staff

Director: Ichika Shiina (Voltage Inc.)

Illustrator: Takao (Voltage Inc.)

Scenario: Ririka Yoshimura

Popular Works: Cupid Parasite, Gensou Kissa Enchanté, Hamefura Pirates, DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE,BLOOD, Shiro to Kuro no Alice, DesperaDrops, Matsurika no Kei

Backgrounds: Studio COCOLO

Popular Works: Code Geass, Demon Slayer, Detective Conan, Mobile Suit Gundam Thunderbolt, Rage of Bahamut, Re:cycle of Penguindrum, Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle, Tada Never Falls in Love, A Whisker Away

Music: Shunsuke Tsuchiya

Popular Works: even if TEMPEST, Black Wolves Saga, Another Eden, Bad Apple Wars

Theme Vocals/Lyrics: Shihoko Hirata

Popular Works: Persona Series, even if TEMPEST

Love Interests (so far)

Gante Lowd: Avenger in Faith

Zhang Hiyok: Outlaw Drunk on Emptiness

Sodyk Mun: Scheming Bellwether

Sun Maslo: Singularity who Questions Reason

MC

Liu Kroa: Mastermind who Transports Fate

Kaleido Tower (カレイドタワー)

Staff

Director/Scenario: Ayane Ushio

Popular Works: even if TEMPEST, Norn9, Juuzaengi, The Wizard's Promise aka Mahoyaku

Illustrator: Tana Khaki

Popular Works: even if TEMPEST, Birushana, Hamefura Pirates

Costume Design: UNICO INC.

Popular Works: even if TEMPEST, a lot of Voltage Love 365 titles

Backgrounds: Shizui fen

Music: Hayato Asano

Popular Works: Atelier Series, Blue Reflection Series

Theme: DUSTCELL

Love Interest and MC (so far)

Vampire Hunter (ヴァンパイアハンター)

Staff

Director: Nachi (Voltage Inc.)

Scenario: Yuzuki

Popular Works: Paradigm Paradox, Dream Meister and the Recollected Black Fairy aka Yumekuro, Shuuen no Virche, The Lucky Princess of Temirana and the Tragic Knights aka TsuiTsui

Illustrator: Norita

Popular Works: even if TEMPEST, Beast Darling! Backgrounds: Minoru Akiba > Popular Works: Pokémon Series, Trigun, Chuubyou Gekihatsu Boy, Grand Blue, Magical Girl Site

Music: Yamato (Heart Company Ltd.)

Popular Works: Free!, A3!, Ensemble Stars, GYROAXIA from BangDream, D4DJ, IDOLM@STER, Uma Musume, SHOW BY ROCK!!

Theme: 9mm Parabellum Bullet

Love Interest and MC (so far)

After her family is killed, MC becomes a vampire hunter out of revenge.

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[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Blood bonds

by dantyangel

In a world where an empire of powerful vampires rules with an iron grip, human children are subjected to a sinister tradition. At the age of thirteen, they are sent to stay with vampire families for four months to test their compatibility and potential within the coven dynamic. Among these children is Tommy, a defiant boy who yearns for freedom.

 As he reaches his final placement, Tommy finds himself facing his last chance for freedom, in none other than the Emperor's imposing castle, the heart of the vampire empire.

Words: 1072, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: Multi

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Sam | Awesamdude, Toby Smith | Tubbo

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza, Sam | Awesamdude & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza

Additional Tags: Dark Sleepy Bois Inc, Sleepy Bois Inc as Family, Alternative Universe - Kingdom, Sleepy Bois Inc-centric, Kidnapping, Adoption, Phil Watson is Wilbur Soot and Technoblade's Parent, BAMF TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Sleepy Bois Inc Angst, Vampire Wilbur Soot, Vampire Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Vampire Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Human TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Rated T for TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Blood and Violence, Threats of Violence

[khyann]

@wolfythewitch‘s vampire sbi au gave me brainrot so have some bedrock bros (with just a dash of angst)

[wolfythewitch]

More details on the vampire au

[linezy-artblog]

Batza and bby bats

[soul-sand]

Inktober Day 26: Medallion

violet vampire victor

[kali-bojangles]

I wrote a pretty cool fic for @yourfriendphoenix for the @mcytblrholidayexchange, y'all should check it out. (Sorry its a bit late, my life has been pretty hectic as of late lmao)

"Immortal Creativity"

Tommy was perfectly happy just running the shop with his friends and creating as he saw fit. That was, until a group of hunters came to town and ruined everything.

or -

Sbi + benchtrio found family vamp fic but benchtrio are the vamps

[formercreepypastakid]

My Sleepy Bois Inc fanfics - Updated

The Blessings we have - unfinished - https://archiveofourown.org/works/38422840

Tommy had fled the orphanage almost a year ago, at the ripe age of fifteen, and started his life anew. Every morning he went to the harbor, lifting cargo, tying complicated knots and even running through streets as a delivery boy. He did everything the sailors asked in exchange for some food and some knowledge. It wasn’t the best life possible, but he managed to make it work while alone in the streets. It’s not like anyone ever helped him; Tommy was and still is utterly alone. Whatever, he was leaving the land anyways.

Or

Tommy longs for the Sailor life and Phil is a captain who doesn't mind getting a third son.

The kid in the forest - unfinished - https://archiveofourown.org/works/39410613

But when those same people who warned him against those dangers turn on him, he decides; why should he trust them? When the people who are supposed to protect him are the same who hunt him down, then he has nowhere else to run but the forest, where he knew no one else would follow.

Or

Technoblade runs from his village. Tommy looks at him and goes "new brother".

The crow and the farie - finished - https://archiveofourown.org/works/38907336

Once, Phil had been an infamous traveler, making his reputation as umbetable in fights; an honorable man, passing through towns and helping those in need. But in the last five years he had settled in a small village, next to an old forest, and started working as a botanist. The village was quite superstitious though, and one night he decided to test said superstitions. What he didn’t expect was to meet two very peculiar kids.

Or

Three fae kids meet a weird man in the forest and go; “Free dad!”

Bela's AU-and-other-stuff archive - Forever incomplete?? idk -https://archiveofourown.org/works/39828225/chapters/99717192

I'm going to put my AUs and other snippets in here, It will be mainly sbi, but I'll se how it goes and update the tags along the way. If I eventually decide to actually post a complete work of anything I post here, I'll give you guys a notice.

or

It's a dump fic, brain is full of toughts.

Time flies when out at sea - Complete (?) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/40964604/chapters/102660750

“FUCK!” The man yelled, jumping backwards. Wilbur’s ears were ringing.

or

Wilbur leaves his home town in search for a better life, instead, he finds trouble and maybe some nice things along the way.

(This one is a two-shot but it might get more chapters in the future, its tagged as complete and can be red alone)

[nomsfaultau]

The Blood God and His Fledgling

An AU wherein Techno is a depressed ancient vampire and thinks Tommy is the reincarnation of Theseus. The first one is here. 

Part 2-The Bus Stop

The Blood God hadn’t left his room in centuries. The wolves were in a frenzy, instincts registering a predator-master-god in a way they couldn’t comprehend. The raucous noise approached a howl and- no, that wouldn’t do at all. That would register as danger to the mind of a prey animal like the human boy. But his complete mastery over his thralls made it a non issue. Dozens of blood-red eyes lit up in the darkened husk of his home, and silently the wolves streamed out into the overgrown wilderness of the manor grounds.

Only one monster remained. The Blood God hesitated at the threshold, suddenly forced to reckon with the beast he’d become. Would Theseus be horrified to see him? He truly didn’t know if this boy, this splitting image of his friend, actually was some sort of reincarnation, or revival, or miracle. And if he flinched, The Blood God might never learn. With a snarl of frustration, he realized his eagerness might just drive his once chance of happiness away.

He didn’t know how to be human anymore. It hadn’t mattered, before. It was easier to abandon the false mask, to sink into the beastial nature of his shapeshifting. 

The Blood God clenched his hand, forcing the stubborn claws to recede onto something tame. Next the tusks, fangs shrinking in his boarish snout. With no reflection to guide him, he clasped his face, touch his only guide as he tried to mold himself into the dull blur of mortal features. It was a face none on earth could remember, including The Blood God himself.

It was the face Theseus had loved. The Blood God had concerned himself so much with still being human, then. Ever so scared of being the monster. And Theseus was the only one who hadn’t cared, who saw him as a man.

He couldn’t remember why it seemed so important, now.  

The gnarled bloody bat wings sprawled uselessly, a permanent stain no matter how he tried to rip them from his form. At best he could fold them and sternly coerce the leathery patagium to mimic the drapings of a cloak, his bone white scruff merging into the guise of a mantel. It would have to suffice to conceal the inhuman nature of the rest of him, patience wearing thin. Perhaps it would be enough. Please let it be enough. Please let his friend remember him. The Blood God threw open the door-

-and realized it was midday. 

His snarl echoed like thunder, rumbling in the clouds overhead. They darkened with his frustration, nimbus whipped into a spiral of vicious winds slowly spilling out on the earth below. Theseus’ head jerked up at the first crack of thunder, vamperic hearing barely catching his distant groan. As the heavens split into a torrential downpour, he retreated under the awning of the bench, knees folded to his chest so his boots wouldn’t get soaked. 

The world surrounding was foreign, rivers of black and gleaming horseless carriages and blossoming sky shields protecting mortals from the downpours. He floundered momentarily in the dauntingly unrecognizable civilization. It mattered little before, aloft and indifferent as he watched humanity from above. But once suddenly necessary to navigate, he was far less certain. 

He latched immediately on the one island of familiarity in the sea of incomprehensible human machinations. In a blink, The Blood God stood at Theseus’ side. The awning was made of a strange not-fabric that deterred water, but was threadbare and pockmarked. And with the wild gusts of wind picking up with his heady excitement, the mortal was utterly drenched, lip and body curled in protest against his condition. 

It was Theseus. It's all he could think, so close. The Blood God soaked in his image, as perfect as the day he died. Theseus down to the way his cobalt eyes crinkled when he scowled, the slight deflection of his dark thick eyebrows betraying the vehemence he was trying to project with an undercurrent of shameful crestfallen truth. The soft duo nicks of scars across a square jaw, every part of him right down to the stray freckles on his skin. 

The hero breathed once more. 

Theseus didn’t notice him, obliviously sullen, until a crack of lightning had his gaze flicker to the heavens. On a double take his eyes widened upon The Blood God, scrambling back with a yelp of ‘BWAH!’

The Blood God flinched. 

“JESUS MAN DON'T SNEAK UP ON A BLOKE LIKE THAT!” he squawked incomprehensibly. Theseus let out a breath, scooping up drenched hair from where it’d flattened into his eyes to look at him. Not fear. No not fear, and the tension freezing the vampire eased in a slump. Only startled, and…annoyed. He didn’t recognize The Blood God even slightly, the fact immediately blatant and agonizing. Another glance to size him up, and Theseus pointedly pinned his eyes on a nearby post to avoid the awkwardness of staring at a stranger. 

It wasn’t fair to the child before him, the swelling betrayal choking him. Abandoned for a second time then, and he knew it wasn’t Theseus’ fault, could never have been, but it didn’t ease the fact his friend left him alone for thousands of years when he died. But Theseus was a hero. And heroes were destined for tragedy. And so the wound in his chest speared entirely through to lodge in The Blood God’s, too, and unlike the human he was not offered the relief of death from a mortal blow. 

A reincarnation, then. But why now? Had- had his friend being reincarnating over and over for the sake of reuniting, and he’d been sunk too deep in his grief to even notice? Or had he gone more than blood-mad? The splitting image of Theseus perhaps, but that meant nothing if the similarities were only skin deep. Yet attempting to reign in his long doused hope might have been pointless, soul soothed merely by soaking in the image before him. 

Theseus’ gaze flickered to him through periphery, but each time their gaze locked together it jolted away as if caught red-handed. He hunched into himself defensively, though that might’ve been to ward off the chill of the weather. The Blood God used to summon storms to tease him, the image of the hero laughing while drenched plastered into his mind. But now Theseus only looked miserable, like a little sopping wet raccoon. 

The Blood God’s wing stretched out to shelter him from the rain before he remembered it was meant to be a cloak. Belatedly he reached as if his hand held it in place. Theseus blinked, then looked up at him. It took a second to cough up a grateful grin in the midst of his stormy mood. “Oh, uh- thanks. You also forget an umbrella?” Theseus offered awkwardly. The Blood God froze, suddenly sharply aware he’d lost track of human tongue. Perhaps he could rely on a jumble of conversations he’d heard from passing conversations below? But- oh, Theseus was giving him an odd look for the hesitation. Too accustomed to introspection, The Blood God feared the breakneck pace of mortal lifespan was foreign to him now. “Talkative, arntcha slenderman? What’s your insta? …twitter?” The Blood God…couldn’t understand him. Theseus squinted at him. “Huh, coulda sworn by the silver mop,” he gestured vaguely at the wild tangle of The Blood God’s hair, “and everything you were a cosplayer? For some rizzless edgelord anime? Eh- no offense, since the cloak was definitely a W ‘cause of storm. Has to be drip given we’re both drenched!” Uncertain what was even being said, he cautiously shook his head. Certainly as chatty as Theseus, immediately brightening once he had someone to talk to. Perhaps that was just being sheltered from the rain, however. At least he seemed to catch The Blood God’s lost expression. “Boomer, then. What’s your name?” 

That at least was intelligible. “τέχνα.” He hadn’t used the name in millennium. That name -that man- had died with Theseus. But perhaps it could be reborn alongside him.  

“Techno? That’s a funny name.” It rolled strangely on his tongue, made unfamiliar in a way that hurt. To no avail, The Blood God tried to correct him. But maybe it couldn’t sound the same, no warm love shaping every syllable. He swallowed the distance bitterly. “Techno! Sick. That a nickname, is it?” 

“...’Tis not Nicholas, nay.” The Blood God was quite pleased with having deduced what a nickname was, and even more so with hearing Theseus laugh. 

“You must be a riot at parties.” Violence? Upon who? Whoever it was would be slaughtered if Theseus willed it. “Halloween ones, prolly. I’m Tommy.”

The Blood God jolted. “Are you certain?”

His nose crinkled up in bafflement the same way as Theseus. “Uh. Well, Thomas if I’m in trouble, but that’s just for my mum innit?” In these unenlightened days, he supposed children might not be named Theseus anymore. Tommy. He rolled the name around in his mouth, and then discarded it. 

“Was it fate that drew you here?” Why now? Why not centuries sooner? 

Theseus scowled. “Waiting for my friend to show up.”

“So am I.”

Brightening at their commissary, Theseus butted his arm with an elbow. “We can wait together then.” Yes. They had to. Eternity, if this really was Theseus. But reminded by his misfortune, Theseus darkened slightly. He swiped his nose angrily to get rid of the water dripping down it. “Mine was meant to show ages ago. Rotten useless ditcher. AND my phone died hours ago, so I dunno if he texted me about it before ghosting.” He gestured with a piece of black glass clutched protectively in his hands. “Maybe he cancelled or something, dunno. Might’ve checked the weather forecast, unlike me.” 

He understood at least one word in the plaintive cry! “The weather is a capricious god, tied to its whims and falling carelessly to dash mortal plans,” The Blood God lied awkwardly to cover up part of the Theseus’ misery was his own fault. He was pleased to discover he laughed the same as Theseus, too. He found he wanted to replay the sound over, and over. 

The chuckle trickled into a sigh. “I’ve been skipping buses out of- well, spite by now. But the last one dipped right before the storm.” What was a bus?? “Guess I’m stuck out here,” he grumbled glumly. 

Opportunities multiply as they were seized. “I offer my home as an aegis from the storm.” Theseus blinked, then seemed to catch what he meant. Hah, so the language barrier went both ways! 

“You’re not gonna kidnap me, are you?” Theseus joked. Like many words he wielded, The Blood God made little sense of ‘kidnapping’, but laughed along anyway. It seemed to ease the slight tension to his shoulders. “It’s prolly too far lol.” Another slight widening of his eyes as The Blood God gestured to the manor, and then a double take at the structure nestled between tall modern buildings. “Why am I surprised you own a castle? But really, I can handle a little rain, no skin off my nose…” it became an utter downpour at once, Theseus squeezing his eyes shut as the gales slammed into him. Making a disgruntled expression, he rose, water pooling at his feet. “...or not! Lead on then, Hannibal. You can’t be worse than drowning.” 

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[lennjamin-o7]

Its Just An Impromptu Roadtrip

Chapter 2

Vampires are real and the government has one very important law to keep citizens safe. NEVER walk alone. They enforce this by law with a hefty fine. It makes sense, really. Safety in numbers and all! But when Technoblade is forced to move away from his favorite neighbor, Tommy, he decides to break that rule more than once so he can walk the menace to school. Even if the fines start to eat at his wallet. It's so great that his new neighbor Philza agrees to walk with them as well! This will surely have no consequences! or; Philza is a lonely vampire and Technoblade is too fantastic for him to pass on.

[incorrect-dungeon-meshi]

Tommy I learned some very valuable lessons from this.

Tubbo: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away.

Tommy: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.

[incorrect-simps]

phil: What are you doing out this late.

tommy: We⁠—

phil: Five words or less.

tommy, counting on his fingers: We. Had. A. Fight.

phil:

tommy: Bitch.