#yes being the evil lover of a vampire lord is cool and all but have you considered

[berrywinkle]

As lovely as the evil dark urge x ascended Astarion power couple posts are, if you choose to embrace Bhaal you only have two endings. Either you control the elder brain and make all your companions your thralls, or you defy Bhaal and lose your mind, where your only choice is killing yourself or giving in and becoming a mindless monster. So canonically, the "You will sit nicely in my lap, perhaps naked" scenario won't happen. Either Durge flips the script on Astarion and controls him, or you become mindless, killing everything in sight.

However, those endings still have potential. You have Astarion getting a taste of freedom, only to have it ripped from him. You have Astarion thinking he owns the only person he cares about, only for them to kill themselves in front of him, or not recognize him and killing everything that moves.

The latter could be very interesting, since if Durge is his spawn he still has control of them. Feral Durge could be the Bertha to Astarion's Edward Rochester. Or maybe his feral attack dog he sics on his enemies.

[thefanficmonster]

Vulnerability

Karl Heisenberg (Resident Evil 8: Village) x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Mentions of blood and injury, Swearing, Spoilers for RE8

Genre: Angst, Romance

Summary: With the only person he’s ever truly cared about, the only person who can calm him down and force him to take care of himself and balance his life out is taken from him, it’s safe to say the takers are bound to pay.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request and I’m so sorry for the long wait you’ve had to endure but here it finally is - I hope you still come across the fic and take the time to read it despite the long time that’s passed. If you do so, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“THAT BITCH DID WHAT?!“

The unlucky maid that was sent to Heisenberg’s factory as an alternate way to be killed rather than turned into wine cowers in fear as the metal-controlling man sends the majority of the objects around them flying across the room, crashing into against the walls in his state of uncontrollable anger that has the girl frightened to no end. Although, if she’s being honest, Heisenberg has every right to be furious right now. Who wouldn’t be after being told their enemy snatched their lover to use as blackmail.

And this poor maid was the messenger who had to deliver the news to Heisenberg about two days after the capturing of Y/N, Karl’s lover.

The two weren’t known to be a couple by anyone but rumors started floating around - especially among the rest of the Lords - when they kept seeing this woman around the factory and by Heisenberg’s side, sometimes even during the meetings of the Lords.

Leaving her out in the open and so vulnerable, so easy to be grabbed by the filthy, ill-meaning hands of the Dimitrescus, is a fault of his own he’ll never get over. He’ll never not regret not keeping a watchful eye on her at all times, even when she claimed she needed space after the two had an argument.

When that happens - though rarely, it still happens - Y/N tends to wander off, either in the village or in a complete separate part of the factory which is thankfully large enough for them both to enjoy their privacy without running into each other unless they want to. So, when Karl hadn’t heard from Y/N for a day and a half he didn’t think much of it, seeing as how she had a tendency of leaving him in silence for a day or two to cool her head and let him cool his and avoid further complications of their argument.

But when she didn’t show even after those regular forty eight hours of silence, Karl started worrying. And, as he’s come learn only minutes ago, he was right to do so - Alcina had snatched Y/N while the girl was walking around the outskirts, not far away from the factory itself. The girl barely had time to scream before being knocked out cold and dragged to the Dimitrescu castle.

Heisenberg should’ve known showing off his vulnerability so openly would only bring him headaches and heartaches - he knew having a vulnerability in the first place would be a huge inconvenience and a risk, especially when said vulnerability is vulnerable in and of itself.

“What does that bitch want?!“ He growls at the girl who’s gone as pale as a ghost, looking so tiny and fragile in comparison to the enraged man towering over her. He’s already taller and bigger than her, but this anger only adds to his huge presence and intimidating appearance.

“S-she told me to tell you her and M-Mother Miranda knew of...your plans. They’ll give you back the girl when you agree to lay off the plans and...“ The girl trails off, terrified of the reaction she’ll receive for the last bit of the negotiation.

“And?!“ Karl has no patience for reluctance and most certainly has no time to waste when the girl he loves is in the clutches of one of the people he’d want to drain the life out of with his own two hands. 

“And, as proof, burn the factory down...with everything in it.“ The girl finishes, grimacing and hiding her face behind her arms when she does, expecting to be hit or screamed at or even killed. This man has never been in his right mind to begin with let alone now that the most important person in his life has been taken from him and is in grave danger.

The long moment of silence she’s met with surprises her. It’s gotta be the calm before the storm, she thinks to herself, slowly lowering her arms to look around in search of the man who she thinks has already left the room. But no, Karl is standing in front of her, wearing a smile upon his face. A menacing one. One promising that it is indeed the calm before the storm.

“Alright.“ He says in a scarily light-hearted tone of voice, one that is so calm it sends chills down the maid’s spine, “Return to your Mistress and report back that I agree to her terms as long as Y/N’s delivered to me by tomorrow morning.“

The maid cannot believe her ears nor her eyes but there he is - Karl Heisenberg, the most dangerous of the Lords, agreeing to drop his reputation in the water to save the love of his life. All with an unfaltering smile across his face.

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“Mother Miranda? I’m calling with some great news to share with you.“ Alcina Dimitrescu smiles a pleased smile as she looks at her reflection in the vanity mirror before her, “Heisenberg has chosen to stand down. Yes Mother, you heard me correctly, the stupid man-thing has chosen the pathetic woman over his own reign which I’m sure he wouldn’t have had the chance to carry out anyway thanks to your unmatched power, Mother Miranda, but now it’s official. He’s taken the ultimatum and has agreed to all the terms we laid out for him. In exchange, he hopes to get the girl back by tomorrow morning.“ A reply comes from the other side and Alcina laughs a low, mocking laugh, “Oh, he will be receiving her tomorrow morning, he needn’t worry. I’ll make sure to send him the wine bottles she’ll help us produce.“ The other woman on the line laughs as well, filling the Vampire Mistress with a sense of pride and accomplishment. “I have no doubt the gift will find him we-“ The tall woman’s word die down in her throat when a sharp pain spreads throughout her chest, leaving her breathless and disoriented. The ache spreads to her head where the screams of her daughters echo like an agonizing chant.

“Mother! Mother please help us! 

“Mother these monsters will kill us!“

“Mother, save us!“

The hurting mother drops the phone, attempting to get up to her feet, just to be knocked back down by the intense pain. The pain of a mother losing her daughters.

The daughters that were about to gruesomely murder Karl’s lover in the dungeons right below the castle. The three vampire girls were no match for Heisenberg and his army of lycans which he unleashed upon the whole castle, sending them in search of Y/N who he was quick to find in the dark torture chambers, beaten and bloodied but alive nonetheless.

“Darling, please, talk to me. Don’t do this to me, Y/N, please wake up.“ Karl ducks down in front of the seemingly lifeless body of Y/N, taking her face in his hands, gently holding her head up after he unchained her from the cuffs and contraptions meant to ensure her escape impossible. “Look at me, doll, come on. You’re safe now, you’re safe. Those bitches won’t live to see the light of day tomorrow let alone thing to bring you harm again.“

Although exhausted and weakened past the point of a lifeless doll, Y/N manages to force her eyes open and look into the concerned ones of her lover, Karl. “You came for me.”

“And what else was I gonna do, Y/N?“ He asks softly, gently smoothing back the hair stuck to her sweaty and bloodied forehead, “I would’ve come sooner had I known...“

She cuts him off, “But you didn’t, and that’s ok, you couldn’t have known. I knew you’d save me eventually. I never lost hope.” Her voice is coarse and low, each word painful to push past her sore throat. “I knew you would never let me die.”

“I could never, doll. I don’t know what I’d do without you.“ He presses his forehead against hers lovingly, allowing her a moment to catch her breath before carefully swiping her up in his arms, “Come on, angel, let’s go home.“

Y/N may be his vulnerability, but she’s also his greatest strength. Without her, he would’ve never taken revenge on the Dimitrescus and would’ve never been this determined to end Miranda’s reign and ruin her plans. Without her, he would be half the man he is now.

[ghoul-lover9000]

The Lost Boys w/ a demon s/o

You’re a small time demon who’s just rolled into Santa Carla after being run out of your last town for “seducing the mayor for money” and “killing the local priest”. Oh, come on, the mayor was a skirt chaser and the priest was preaching homophobic nonsense; what’s a demon to do, but punish the wicked? 

Anyway, this town seemed a lot more fun. Murder Capital of the World? Yes, please. Taking a look at the people tells you that you’ll fit right in. 

You meet them where else but the boardwalk. You see them and you know they’re the local vampires. You’d encountered vampires before, but damn these bloodsuckers were fine. 

On their side, they knew you were something, but not a vampire, and because they probably only know about vampires, they’re confounded. 

At this time, you and the guys are just having a stare down and, because you were never the shy type, you make the first move: walking up to them with your confidence set on high and saying, “Hey there, boys. You know where a newbie can get a bite to eat around here? I’m absolutely famished.” This leads to you and four vampire punks squeezing into a booth at a local diner that advertises the best burgers in Santa Carla. 

“Okay, boys, let’s cut to the chase. I know you all are vampires, creatures of the night, princes of darkness, bloodsucking, bat-faced edge lords, whatever the hell you call yourselves-” David: Then, what are you? “I was getting to that. I am a native of Hell, a servant of Big Daddy Satan, a demon if you will.” Paul: Woah. Marko: Bitchin’.

These guys have so many questions. Of course, they would. They just learned that they’re not the only species of evil creature in the world.

David: Why don’t you look like a demon? “Why don’t you look like a vampire? We monsters all have two faces. Vampires aren’t special” Marko: Do you have goat hoofs? “No. Do I look like I crawled out of a goddamn medieval painting?” Paul: Can you fly? Can you fuck with people’s minds? Could you and would you possess me right on? “Jesus, why do you want to be possessed so much?” Dwayne: Are you afraid of crosses? *glares* “Why, do you have one?”

After this you become apart of their gang, you roam the boardwalk with them, but, instead of looking for food, you look for mischief you can get into. You know start a fight between two guys here, light a creep’s jacket on fire there. 

After a while of hanging out, they decide, damn, I guess we all dating now and you’re okay with it because you’ve never had more fun than when you’re with them. 

Paul tries to get you to possess him all the time. You don’t know what’s so alluring about the idea for him, but he thinks it would be “hardcore”. Other than this, he tries to convince you to set shit on fire with your mind for no reason. 

Marko wants you to teleport him around the cave and you think it’s cute because the novelty of teleportation has worn off for you and having someone be so excited over something so natural for you makes you smile. The roles are reversed when you ask if you can fly with them because you can’t fly and who doesn’t want to be carried through the air by one of your vampire lovers.

David learns your weaknesses and how to trap and summon you because he’s a little control freak who cannot fathom not being 100% in charge. If you’re reeking havoc business runs for too long into the night, he’s going to summon you and you’re not gonna be happy. 

Dwayne likes to ask you questions when you both are alone. He wants to know what Hell’s like, he wants to know how old you are, he wants to know who you were before you were a demon, everything. You want to know this about him too. These times are very sweet and personal and it makes you both feel a little more human again.

You all make a deal that, if you show them your demon face, they will show you their vampire faces. That night is full of reassurance that all five of you are beautiful monsters. 

Okay, imagine David summoning and trapping you and you guys have sex in the demon trap. It’s like bondage, but for demons. 

They take you on hunts because seeing them rip into a group of assholes like animals turns you on and after feeding they’re really in the mood. So what I’m saying is sex on the beach covered in blood is not rare by any means. 

While you love riding with them on their motorcycles and that’s the main way you get around, you have a red convertible that you have because you refuse to not have a way to get around, independent of the four boys who sleep all day. Paul strikes me as someone who likes the novelty of fooling around in a car. It makes him feel like a dumb teenage human again and you’re not complaining. 

You really feel at home in the cave because the fire and the chaotic nature of how everything is set up reminds of Hell Sweet Hell and aligns with your demonic spirit. 

You all go on stealing sprees. You all make it a game, whoever steals the most without getting caught is the winner and the winner gets all of the stolen goods. Dwayne doesn’t participate; he just likes to watch you all have a good time. David sometimes doesn’t participate and instead looks for people to eat, but, when he does, he’s competitive. He’ll play dirty, like tipping off the shop worker. 

Sometimes, if the guys don’t feel like going on a big hunt, they let you seduce someone to bring back to the cave to eat. 

David: Y/N, food. 

Of course, they’re jealous as hell so whoever comes back with you is getting the wrath of four fanged, cave-dwelling punks while you sit back and enjoy the show. 

I hope this is good. I thought this was a really cool concept. Thank you to @honestly-what-is-happening-here for requesting it. 

[irrelevantwriter]

Decadence

Pairing: (Dracula BBC) Count Dracula x OFC

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, Dracula (that’s it, that’s the warning)

Word Count: 2.7K

Summary: Part 2. Elena gets used to her new life with the Count, and finds a way to thank him for it.

AN: This is part two to my mini-series for BBC Dracula. These parts can be read as stand alone fics, but there’s some back story that ties them all together and enhances the established relationship between Dracula and Elena. Dracula does get it in this time so prepare yourselves. I’ve got one more part to add so be on the lookout for that soon. Enjoy and share with your friends! Feedback is that good shit.

*Check out part one: Acceptance

*Check out part three: Indulgence

*Unholy Splendor series masterlist

*Masterlist in bio.

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The loft was empty, the heavy curtains pulled tight as she made her way from their resting chambers and to the main areas of living. The apartment was large and cold, a prison to most, a home to her. The décor was dark with sleek lines and modern accents. It was a palace in her eyes. All that was missing was her king. There wasn’t a note or any indication that he’d be returning, but she knew he would. He always came back.

Elena checked the time, seeing it was just after nine o’clock in the evening. Her mouth instantly salivated, a Pavlovian effect to the meaning of the hour. It was feeding time and she was more than famished. Her new status as an immortal was a process. It’d been just three months since her transformation and there was still much to learn. He’d assured her she’d get the hang of such drastic changes; her feedings, the switch from daylight to night, the power behind her movements, the cravings, her insatiable hunger…and not just for food.

At the mere thought of her lover’s embrace she felt herself become aroused, already desperate to have him take her once again. A vampire’s libido was immeasurable. She wanted him all the time, at every waking moment. Too much was just never enough. And as she looked out onto the city streets bathed in darkness, she knew he felt the same. He may be her master, her dark lord, but he was just as influenced by her as she was him. And he could rarely say no to her.

She felt a prickle of familiarity in her spine, the signal that he was near. She smiled, knowing that he would come through the door with dinner, a thermos of warm human blood just for her. He would’ve fed himself already and then set out on acquiring her nourishment until she was ready to hunt with him. He took care of her. He became her teacher, her governor, her god, her lover…her husband. And he’d given her eternity with him. She’d never be able to repay him, but she’d spend all of time trying.

“Anyone hungry?”

Elena turned to the front door, taking in the tall figure that practically glided through it and towards her. Two sets of dark eyes met in a cascade of adoration, lust, worship, and intimacy. Dracula approached his bride, his handsome features molding into that charming smile she loved so much. His hair was slightly windblown, but otherwise perfectly coiffed as always. His impeccably tailored black suit ran the long lines of his body, making him appear as if he stood even taller over her petite frame. Encased in his hand was a silver thermos, the remnants of a beating heart confined behind the temperature controlled walls.

“Ravenous.” She replied cheekily, angling her neck so that she could stare up at him. His free hand cradled her face, drawing back strands of long raven hair as he did. His thumb ran over her lips, his longing as palpable as hers.

“Are you feeling alright?” He whispered, the carefully concealed care showing as he stared down at her. She watched as he took note of her face, studying her for signs of discomfort.

“Perfect now.” She playfully nibbled at his appendage, allowing her tongue to quickly swipe at it before retreating. As she predicted, his eyes grew heavy, the depthless pools swirling in a storm of barely contained desire.

“Food has that effect.” He challenged, voice steady but his eyes gave him away. She noticed how his gaze flitted to her body, taking in her female form with appreciation. The black nightie she wore was one he’d picked out for her, the edges of it trimmed in delicate white lace. He’d made a comment when he gifted it to her about how it was the perfect embodiment of her spirit…dark and light, good and evil.

She inwardly basked in his appraisal of her, his approval meaning more to her than she dared to admit. “It’s not the food.” Her voice lowered slightly, overtaken by lust once the object of her desire had joined her. Thoughts of feeding were left behind and all she could focus on was having Dracula inside her.

He smirked, enjoying her shameless tongue. His hand tilted her chin up, his eyes zeroing in on the spot he’d claimed her and made her his forever. He didn’t have a pulse or heartbeat to read, but he did have certain tells that let her know just how much she was affecting him. He licked his lips, slowly and with purpose. His upper lip twitched ever so slightly, his taste for pleasure tied to his relentless appetite. And then there was the very prominent bulge beneath the confines of his trousers…the bulge that he brushed up against her hip.

“My new bride has quite the unquenchable thirst.” Dracula taunted, hand now tangling in her hair. Elena laughed lowly, silently agreeing with his sentiments, though the man was not any better. She reached for the thermos still clutched in his hand and set it on the table, holding his eyes the entire time.

“I missed you.” She confessed, pouting her lips slightly to convey her displeasure at finding him gone when she’d awoken.  

“I was only gone an hour.” He retorted flatly, not playing into her game. He eyed the thermos, displeased with her actions. “You need to eat, my dear.”

“An hour away from you feels like an eternity. Doesn’t it?” She mused as she played with his hand, entwining their fingers. She chose to ignore his instructions, instead focusing on the hardened muscle that begged for her attention, despite her husband’s words.

Dracula’s face softened, the fine lines smoothing as he watched her kiss his hand, her lips lingering on the tips of his fingers.

“Yes, it does.” He admitted softly.

Elena hesitated slightly at the declaration, not used to him being so straightforward with his emotions. The man loved to keep his feelings a mystery, claiming a majority of the time that he didn’t have the capacity to feel. But she knew better. And now that she was one with him, she could spot a lie if he spoke it.

She leaned into his sturdy form, her breasts pressing against the firmness of his chest. She grasped his hand in hers and placed it against her cheek, her face nuzzling into the now familiar coolness that lingered in his touch. It was a sensation she sought out often, no longer seeking warmth from another living being but the hollowness of the man who’d given her everything.

“You take such good care of me. Let me take care of you, my love.” She purred against his palm, catching the faintest of grunts from his lips. He made no move to succumb to her, but she knew he would. He always did. He just liked to extend her misery by making her work for it.

“You need your strength for such a job. You should eat.” He demanded again, tone as stern as a headmaster’s. It had an effect, just not the one he was anticipating.

“I plan on it.”

Elena reached on her tiptoes and brought his face forward, crashing his lips against hers. He responded immediately, the taste of her too tantalizing to ignore. Hands tugged at clothing as she took a step back and perched herself on the surface of the black marble table. Dracula followed, his mouth straying from her lips and travelling over the smooth canvas of her neck. His bite was not visible on her immortal body, but he remembered the placement well, remembered how smoothly his teeth sunk into her skin. It was like a knife cutting butter. Her flesh was made for his consumption, her blood now running through his veins. A parting gift.

She moaned when his hands delved under the hem of her black negligee, bunching the material at her waist. His hands stroked over her thighs and hips, coaxing her legs open to accommodate him. She complied as best she could while standing, gripping the lapels of his suit jacket so that she didn’t lose her balance. He responded by burying his face into the crook of her neck, her onyx hair falling around him like a curtain from the probing sun. He lifted her and set her gently on the tabletop, his teeth biting delicately at the phantom bite he’d bestowed her with.

“I need you…” She unabashedly begged when his tongue licked a long strip up her neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her core against his blatant arousal.

“Take what you need.” He breathed into her ear, sending a shiver up her spine.

They got lost in the feeling of each other, Elena still reveling in the heightened sensations that her newest form allowed her. Everything felt intensified. Colors were brighter. Sounds were clearer. Pleasure was attainable with every touch, nibble, and lick. Sex was new, as if she’d been a virgin and was experiencing it all for the first time again. Dracula had shown her everything and he would continue to do so.

Her hands found their way to the button of his slacks, her lashes batting up at him with all the innocence of a nun. She bit her lip as she pulled at the hem of his shirt, getting closer to her goal. He only watched and waited, hands entangled in her tresses as she moved. He licked his lips, reminiscing on the taste of her. He would never forget what she tasted like. She’d stained his lips and seared herself onto his taste buds. He groaned when she finally freed him from the confines of his pants, her soft hand pleasuring his flesh with rushed jerks. He hissed when she ran her thumb over the tip, greedily soaking up the moisture that had gathered there.

Dracula tried hard to concentrate on her, but her touch was lethal. He’d had many lovers in his lifetime. Some were memorable. Most were not. Elena was different from them all. She was beyond memories, her spirit forever embedded with his. Her touch sparked a fire that he’d thought burned out long ago. It was further proof that he’d made the right decision in choosing her as his eternal partner. She was his.

“Dracula…” Elena called, her lips hovering dangerously close to his manhood. She’d left her perch on the table and lowered herself to her knees, a place she admittingly loved being.

He met her gaze, wide eyes that presented as innocent, but he knew them as anything but. “Feed.” He commanded, heavy hand guiding her mouth to him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head when her mouth surrounded him, saliva coating him like ice cream on a melting popsicle. He’d never been keen on oral sex, the mouth of others not always able to do the trick, but Elena’s mouth was downright sinful. Her tongue moved against him in such a way that had him tugging at the roots of her hair, his hips vibrating with the overwhelming need to thrust. He controlled himself though and let her do as she pleased.

She used her hands in conjunction with her mouth, all parts of her moving like a well-oiled machine. She gazed up at him as she worked, daring him to look away. But he couldn’t. Just like the first time he’d laid eyes on her, he couldn’t look away.

“Stand up, my dear.” He ordered suddenly. She did as he said, accepting the hand he’d offered to help her off her knees. He observed her for a long moment, letting his hand flatten along her throat and chest, a place that no longer held the signs of life. He took immense pride in that.

“You are my finest bride yet.”

Elena’s lips broke into a smile, her body edging closer to his. She felt him place her on the table once again, the gesture not causing the least bit of strain on his face. He pressed closer to her spread thighs, seeking the only heaven he yearned to be granted access to. He held her throat in his hand while she assisted him in joining their bodies. She teased herself with his hardness, coating him in her spilled juices. She angled him so that he nudged her sensitive bundle of nerves, a gasp breaking free from her lips each time.

Their eyes met and he knew the question was coming before she’d even spoken.

“Do you love me?”

“No.” He answered instantly.

She marveled at his ability to keep a straight face, though she could see the slight grimace when she’d pushed him further inside her depths.

“Will you ever love me?”

“No.”

She didn’t flinch at his responses. She expected them. But that didn’t discourage her. It’d become a routine almost. Each time she asked the same questions and each time he supplied the same answers. But something made her continue. Perhaps it was leftover hope from her previous life, but she persisted.

“You’ll fall in love with me, Dracula.” Elena rasped as she finally sheathed him within her walls. They both let out audible moans, fingertips digging into the cold flesh of the other as they united.

He released a breathy chuckle at her words, amused by her tactics. She was a cunning woman. “You’re wicked.” He mumbled against her lips, his hips setting a torturously slow pace.

Her hands tangled in his hair as she moaned into his mouth, struggling to catch her breath. He growled at the pain she inflicted when she pulled at his hair, her teeth biting at his lower lip.

“I’m yours.”

Her breathy avowal made a surge of ecstasy course through his limbs as he thrust deeper, taking pleasure in the way she whimpered in his arms. He assaulted her chest with kisses, pulling the straps of her lingerie down and exposing her to the chilled air. She leaned back towards the black surface of the table, urging him to follow her so that he could reach the hidden depths within her. Her thighs were secured tightly around his waist as his speed increased. Her back arched so that her hair touched the marble beneath her, her body ripe for the taking. And he indulged fully.

Elena could see bright lights behind her eyelids, the only brightness she’d be willing to throw herself into. Dracula penetrated so deep that she could practically feel him in her throat, words lost on her in the moment. His mouth lavished her skin, his teeth not fangs but still able to leave marks of possession behind. She clutched him within her walls, suffocating his length as he began to lose himself in the pleasure. His hips slammed against her with a new fervor and she held on, granting him permission to take her down with him.

The tide of desire swept both of them under as they each shuddered and tremored. Their limbs became twisted and tangled within each other, needing to anchor themselves to something solid. Euphoria settled over them like a fog as he filled her wanting walls with his spending’s. He rested his forehead on her shoulder, her hand caressing his back through his clothes. It was a tender moment in the afterglow. A delicate moment between two lovers who had the power to kill.

An exhausted laugh fanned across her shoulder as he straightened and peered down at her, still spread wide and encasing him within her. She was a decadent sight and vice versa. Immortality suited them.

“You should feed now, darling.”

His voice was gentle, his hands light as they traced along her face. She leaned forward and he met her halfway, not wanting her to stretch too far. They kissed lazily, their carnal appetites satiated for the time being.

They both pulled away and when they did, Elena embraced him, her head settling on the empty cavity of his chest. No heart laid behind the flesh, but she knew what he was capable of, knew the man was not completely devoid of a heart, even though he lived without its steady rhythm. He returned her embrace and reciprocated her earlier actions by trailing his fingers over her back. She felt content in that moment, knowing that one day, maybe a hundred years from now, Dracula was going to answer yes to her questions.

She had an eternity to look forward to.

[bookenders]

11/11/11 Tag Game: Rounds 14 and 15! (I think. I’m bad at math.)

Back at it again, folks! Thank you @ofvisitorsthefairest and @fictionshewrote for the tags!

I think I’m gonna stop counting them after these. I can’t keep the numbers straight.

Rules: Answer the 11 questions from whoever tagged you, then made up 11 of your own questions and tag 11 people.

Bilbo Taggins: @starlitesymphony​, @hannahs-creations​, @toboldlywrite​, @quilloftheclouds​, @myreidola​, @minusfractions​, @inexorableblob​,  @ink-flavored​, @misfitgirlwrites​, @writinginslowmotion​, @aurumni-writes​

If you like these questions, by all means, answer them! And tag me so I can see!

My Questions:

Make a Mary Sue in your story’s world! What powers do they have, if any? How are they better than everyone else? What is their tortured past that is a blessing but also a curse? What kind of unusual eyes do they have? Which member of nobility/royalty/god/vampire/demon is their parent?

Which would your OCs choose: Legolas or Aragorn? Which would you choose?

What’s your favorite trick to pull on readers?

If you were to teach a creative writing class, what books would be on your syllabus?

What’s your opinion on semicolons?

What’s your favorite movie, based on its story?

What’s the dumbest thing your character(s) have ever done? What’s the dumbest thing they could do?

What one item could you introduce to your story to completely derail the plot? Where would it go from there?

What’s your favorite MacGuffin?

How do you name your characters and locations? 

How have your hobbies and passions influenced your writing/how you write?

My answers under the cut!

@ofvisitorsthefairest‘s Questions:

1. Does music inspire you to write?

Not unless I’m doing songfics as a warm-up or something. I usually use it as a tone/mood guard rail as I’m writing. That’s why I make story/character playlists! They keep me on track, especially if I’m revisiting a scene I haven’t thought about in a while.

2. Which WIP did you learn the most from writing?

My Romanian story, for sure. I had the help of my thesis director/mentor with that one, thank God. I learned how to establish a scene quickly, how to do flashbacks like other people do them, how to incorporate languages without messing up the pace or losing the reader, and how to write historical things. 

I learned a whole lot about what not to do from my Story That Shall Not Be Named Because It Bad, too. 

3. Is there something your OC should be afraid of that they aren’t?

I think Gemma should be more afraid of being found out than she is. I mean, she’s technically a witch (an unregistered magic practitioner, because of her potion-making which is classified as pseudo-magic) who has no social security number, lives in secret, and does illegal internet things. She could get into some serious trouble. There are even more nasty consequences that I can’t reveal because spoilers, but let’s just say she has no idea they could happen and they ain’t pretty.

4. Is there something they don’t need to fear, yet do? Irrational phobias?

Yep! It’s one of the cores of her character. She’s afraid of being left alone, abandoned, kept out of her found family. Being used for her skills and ignored as a person. I don’t think they’re irrational, but she has never listened when people tell her not to be afraid of those things.

5. Do you prefer reading physical books or e-books?

Physical books, by far. E-books for my college student wallet, though. They saved me when I didn’t have time to order books, too. I have a crazy good “where in the physical book did this event happen” memory. Like, I can name an event and flip to the page very quickly based on how far into the book it was. Very handy for citations. And I love the feel/smell of a book in my hands and all the contorting I do when I read one (seriously, I almost always end up upside down or completely sideways in a chair).

6. What’s some details of your world building that you like?

All the little things! Academic internet piracy network to help witches, how magic interacts with daily life, tweaking folklore to fit story lore, 

7. Have you ever created a magic system? What was it like?

Oh, boy! Yes, I have made several. My favorite might be the one from my TV show where the only magic is healing/life manipulation magic. The way it works is that when healers do their thing, they physically take on their patient’s injuries. If you have a broken arm, now the healer has a broken arm. Works with diseases, too. Here’s the snippet from the Show Deck about it:

In the darkest corners and dingiest alleys, magic pulses through the veins of the downtrodden. Seen as evil and taboo, magic operates by the law of an eye for an eye, a life for a life. Sacrifice fuels these dark arts, and those who manipulate them are covered in scars and never-healed wounds. Healers operate in the shadows and lead short lives, field medics are scarce, and the king has two sorcerers by his side at all times, bound by a blood contract to give their lives in his name.

Here’s a link to some posts about my magic system in my current WIP, Heart to Heart! I made magic types based on different sciences and artistic disciplines! 

We’ve got astronomy/astrology, carving/linguistics/physical art/symbology, politics/making powerful friends/handshakes/marketing/political science, geology/archaeology/product design. Also some secret types that involve psychology, sound design/sound engineering, and water treatment/environmental science/architecture.

There are also pseudo-magical professions that blend with tech and science, like potion making!

Here’s a decent explanation of how magic works in the world of H2H.

Here’s a joke I made about my magic system.

Here’s the Magical Aptitude quiz I made that tells you more about the magic types in H2H.

/end ramble

8. What was your first favorite book?

I’m 90% sure it was the American Revolution Magic Tree House book. Or one of those books. They were the best.

9. What time of day are you most motivated to write?

7pm-4am. Yep, I hate it. I’m trying to push it closer to 2pm-9pm but it’s tough.

10. If you could step into the shoes of one of your characters for a day, which one would you pick?

If we’re talkin’ H2H characters, I honestly would not have a preference. Everyone in that story is pretty dang chill. If I had to choose, I’d go with Jill or Treena. They’re both artists and artisans who have cool houses and great friends.

11. What are some little quirks you like to give characters? Ex: a lot of mine have freckles Just Because.

There are Many. A lot of my characters have curly hair because I have curly hair. Many of them are left handed (especially my sword-wielding ones). A bunch of them have scars. A lot of them know curse words in other languages. 

@fictionshewrote‘s Questions:

1. What do you want to see more of in the book world? (more rep, more of a specific genre, etc)

I have a rant about this, but to sum up: fewer straight white men dominating publishing, more open acceptance for new voices and ideas, less focus on easy-sell formulaic stories, less prejudice against certain genres... the list goes on. Also, in the publishing world, fewer submission fees and more journals that pay.

2. What time of day are you most productive writing-wise?

Answered above! Evenings and nights. It’s starting to shift to late afternon to late evening though, which is a nice change.

3. Do you have a designated space where you write?

Nope! I usually use my laptop wherever I can sit down or stand without my back screaming at me. I hate writing on my phone, though. Too small, too many typos.

4. What kind of platforms/programs/tools do you use to write? (Word, notebooks, Google Docs, Scrivener, etc)

Scrivener! It’s so helpful for my disorganized ass. I only use Word for academic papers now. When I’m having trouble getting ideas out of my brain, I write by hand in a hard back spiral notebook. I can’t stand writing in journals without spirals. 

5. Hardcover or paperback?

I like both. When I read, I sit weird and hardcovers prevent the pages from bending, but paperbacks are good for traveling with. And they’re cheaper. But hardcovers are so pretty... 

6. What’s your favorite story trope? Are you using it in your wip(s)?

There are a lot of tropes and I can never pick just one. I like friends to lovers, almost everything in LoTR and all those high fantasy things, complicated political/family dynamics, etc. I don’t typically like to write the same things I like to read, though. I have trouble naming them sometimes, but I know I use a bunch of them. 

7. If you had to send your favorite OC on a blind date with a character from someone else’s book, who would that character be and why?

Oh boy. I’m watching the Lord of the Rings extended editions right now, but I’ll try not to be biased.

If I were trying to be funny, I’d set Fred up with Aziraphale from Good Omens. I feel like they could have some good weird conversations.

Gemma and Nicholas Flamel from The Alchemist would be fun, too. Or Oz and Boromir. 

8. Do you write scenes in order or out of order?

I like writing them in order, but sometimes that doesn’t work out like I want it to. Now it really depends on the story. I wrote the first part of AOPC out of order and it messed with my head a little, so I’m trying not to do it for my longer projects. My short stories are always written one and done, in chronological order, usually. Especially the ones under 2k words. WYSiOaD was written in order, then switched around to fix the flow and plot.

9. If your favorite OC was a superhero, what would their superpower be? (assuming, of course, they aren’t a superhero to begin with!)

I do have superhero/villain characters! Here’s some others, though:

Gemma - Empathy / Transferable Rapid Healing and/or Regeneration

Oz - Truesight / Invulnerability

Mel - Animal Friendship or Shapeshifting / Conditional Foresight

Fred - Domino’s luck power but backwards and framed like happy accidents that always seem to work in his favor. So... Mr. Magoo.

Teva - Earth sculpting or something like earthbending

10. Describe your ideal writing session.

I sit and I write a whole short story in one hit. Then I wait and edit another day. 

I am a simple bean.

11. What do you think would turn your protagonist into a villain?

Seeing what was lost and having it torn away forever before she gets to claim it again.

[eliamatrell]

jaga! your taste is frequently and consistently sublime! would you happen to have any media recommendations to share? could be literature, films, poems, tv shows, etc. 💞💗💕

oh mita, thank you! 💕this is such a lovely message to find in my inbox during this hellish heatwave. this list is quite incoherent - it’s so hard to find right words when your brain is melting and for that reason my english might be quite terrible at times - but! these are a few of my favourite things:

and then there were none, alias grace and the terror are great examples of acclaimed novels turned into equally good tv shows. imo the miniseries format is a superior option when it comes to adapting literature - there’s enough time to cover every important point, yet it doesn’t slog. also - there’s some terrific acting. 

i love horror, but only good horror - the kind that serves as a social commentary and doesn’t rely on gore, jumpscares and violence. there’s also my unfortunate catholic upbringing that makes me scared of anything with religious undertones (like the exorcist. or rosemary’s baby). despite being a bit of a snob who’s wary of mainstream writers, i adore stephen king’s works and his enormous impact on western cultural landscape. he shaped and influenced so many great creators and goodness - i can’t help but admire his imagination. i lovelovelove castle rock - it’s uncanny, connected to most of king’s novels and utterly engrossing. i’m hooked.

speaking of mister king - the shining (1980) is a masterpiece and it (2017) is one of my favourite movies ever. i was talking about this to my friend the other day, but i can’t bring myself to care about anything if it’s absolutely grim and hopeless. i need some light and hope, even if it’s just a spark. there is this great quote by sir terry pratchett (here’s the full essay): ‘The morality of fantasy and horror is, by and large, the strict morality of the fairy tale. The vampire is slain, the alien is blown out of the airlock, the evil Dark Lord is vanquished and, perhaps at some loss, the Good triumph – not because they are better armed, but because Providence is on their side. Let there be goblin hordes, let there be terrible environmental threats, let there be giant mutated slugs if you really must, but let there also be Hope. It may be a grim, thin hope, an Arthurian sword at sunset, but let us know that we do not live in vain.’ - that’s what i love about dark stories. there are always characters that are simply good, characters we can trust, characters that guide us and reveal all those monsters and terrible things, all while holding our hand and protecting us. stephen king, just like all great writers, is well aware of that, and it-the-movie (i hate this title! it’s so vague that i always have to specify what i’m talking about) is a great example of this trope.

i have this personal quest of watching every movie directed by alfred hitchcock. psycho (1960) was the first entry on my list and oh goodness. how i loved it. 

i love anglophone poets, but at the end of the day, i keep coming back to polish poetry. it’s sad. it’s mostly sad. we were conquered, invaded, wiped off the map, controlled by foreign empires, and it’s all reflected in our literature. still, there is this ever-present stubbornness - we’re still here. we’ll always be here. tadeusz różewicz was one of our greatest writers. his poems are about surviving and re-learning how to live after. they make me cry every single time. here are three of my favourite ones (i am twenty-four / led to slaughter / i survived). also, zbigniew herbert. report from the besieged city was written about poland (after the failed uprising of august 1944, hitler personally ordered that the entire city of warsaw be razed to the ground) but god. it’s very universal. now when i read it i tend to think of aleppo, of damascus, of mosul. warsaw rose from the ashes - i can only hope so will these cities.

and wisława szymborska, always wisława szymborska. photograph from september 11 is one of my favourite pieces written by her - the last lines are phenomenal. also - cassandra, lot’s wife, on death, without exaggeration.

speaking of ‘on death, without exaggeration’ - the good place is one of the best pieces of media about afterlife ever created. it’s bittersweet, so smart, and heartwarming. its portrayal of what’s beyond the veil is very familiar, very human. god, i love it. i can’t recommend it enough. also - moral philosophy has never been so cool.

c.s. lewis is mostly known for the narnia series, but his true magnum opus is ‘till we have faces’ - a retelling of the classical myth of eros and psyche. gosh, what a beautiful and melancholic book. it’s about possessive love, about bonds between the mortals and their gods, about families, about lovers, about the sacred and the profane. this goodreads review captures my feelings perfectly.

my fondness for joan baez is well-documented and baptism: a journey through our time is my favourite album of hers. it’s mostly works of various poets - spoken and sung by baez. i especially adore ‘the magic wood’ (written by henry treece). it’s so haunting! also, it reminds me of this one short story by stephen king (yes, i know!) - the man in the black suit.

recently i’ve finished reading the collection of fairytales composed by angela carter. it was very diverse and simply Great. i’m also taking ‘the bloody chamber’ on holiday with me. i’ve already started it and oh goodness. ooooh goodness. (“The girl burst out laughing; she knew she was nobody’s meat.” - i mean!!!)

when it comes to fairytales written by contemporary authors - emily carroll’s graphic novel ‘through the woods’ is one of the best examples of this genre. i’m not a fan of Edgy Fairytales, but these are definitely not edgy - they’re refined, bloody and gothic. also: ’It came from the woods. Most strange things do.’ is one of my favourite quotes.

in this household we stan and support everything inspired by eastern european folklore. please, do read uprooted. and also spinning silver. i might be a little bit biased, but still - it’s just very well-written and imaginative. 

‘east of the sun, west of the moon’ illustrated by p.j. lynch will always be my favourite version. here are some samples: one, two, three, four.

i’m not too fond of ya as a genre, but. but. the cruel prince was incredibly good - much better than its title (although there was a prince. and he was indeed cruel!) and description would suggest. it’s a perfect summer read and it features faerie, a lot of bickering, some slashed throats and also good ol’ schemes and court machinations.

i love musicals. a lot of them - the good, the bad, the mediocre. i just really like people singing, you know. however, ‘natasha, pierre & the great comet of 1812′ is… god, it’s a lot. it’s about love, about war, about depression and loneliness, about honour, about healing - but first and foremost about humanity. please, do watch this performance (and then listen to the whole cast recording). goodness, what a wonderful show.

to be quite honest, this is only a fraction of my recs, but i didn’t want for this post to be too overwhelming. once again - thank you so much for asking! 💝

[auberginejeans]

3 fandoms

was tagged by @meimagino and @trans-boy-yuri (:

RULES: choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions. Then tag some friends.

Choosing just these three was so hard but I obsess over all of them. Also I’m sorry this got so long omg.

I choose:

Yuri On Ice- honestly how could I not

The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice- just for Armand lol

Hannibal- this show blew my mind

The first character you loved:

YURI PLISETSKY wins. Idk I seem to like angsty blonde fashionable russian teenage anime boys *cough*mihael keehl*cough*

ARMAND. I think “he can be yuor angle or yuor devil” describes him perfectly. Also if they don’t get him his own blender scene in the show I’ll start a protest

HANNIBAL. I’ve even asking myself for a really really reaaallllly long time: Hannibal Lecter or Will Graham? And I swear I cannot fucking choose. But in the end I think I got to go with Hannibal.

The character you relate to the most:

YURI PLISETSKY. I’m not just saying this because I love him but he is pretty introverted and struggles with expressing his feelings to others and opening up (except for a special few). I’m also a huge cat person, makes weird curse combinations, love his edgy fashion, work really hard, am a perfectionist, and am very competitive.

LOUIS DE POINTE DU LAC. I told myself I wouldn’t say Armand again lol. Louis may not be my favorite but I will admit (wow this is gonna get deep) that I’m also introverted, have problems when it comes to depression, anixety, and that kind of thing, sometimes allow people to walk over me (sorry Louis but lbr here). While I may not be religious, I appreciate beauty, nature, am a huge book lover!! And lastly I care about the people closest to me very deeply and if you hurt them I’ll murder you (FIRE ahahah). Also when I think about it I’m a bit like Daniel Molloy in that I’m such a pop culture obsessed nerd and love the 80s/90s (I think Daniel is the lens in which Armand is able to view and explore these decades), am really interested in journalism, and am kinda self-destructive sometimes lol oops. I also forgot about Nicholas this is getting long but him too!

WILL GRAHAM. My child. I love him so much and just want to protect him from all evil lol. Will is pretty fucked up in that he has problems... I swear to god I don’t kill people or think about killing people jesus help me but he has a very tortured mind (which I think was always present just made even worse because of Hannibal/the encephalitis), though I’m definitely not as nearly as bad as him so that’s good. He doesn’t open up to people either but I think when he does he forms really strong relationships with them. And he loves his family. AND HIS DOGS!!! I also end up doing things I know I shouldn’t be doing but I can’t help it lol. Also I’m super interested in forensic science as well as criminal psychology or a mix of any of those... I think it would be cool to pursue and that’s something I have the skills for.

The character you’d slap:

I’d slap JJ cause it would be really satisfying and I’m so conflicted over the canon version of him. 

Wow.... one thing about Anne Rice’s characters is literally every single one of them is flawed. I’d have to slap Lestat to give him a wake up call because sometime he really needs it. I’d bitch slap Claudia too I’m sorry. Honorable mentions: Marius, the Marquis, Akasha

Dude I would slap Hannibal that would also be so worth it though he would probably eat me. Also Freddie Lounds and Jack Crawford (FOR DAMAGING MY CHILD)

Three favorite characters (these are in order of preference):

Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin, Victor Nikiforov

Armand, Daniel, Gabrielle (after Armand and Daniel the rest are all kinda tied)

Hannibal, Will Graham, Margot Verger  

A character you liked at first but not so much anymore:

Probably Victor? I love him but then my life was taken over by Otayuri.... and..... I don’t really care for Victuuri

Probably Lestat, he’s obviously the center of the main book but TVL and QOTD introduced so many great new characters/gave more character depth to people like Armand.

I don’t think I really have one.

A character you did not like at first, but they’ve grown on you:

JJ... It’s all tumblr’s fault. And that’s all I need to say.

I hated Armand with a passion for being such a bitch in TVL! Hah! I think I was really on the fence on whether I loved him or hated him. And I love him now. 

Alana. God she annoyed me so much but when she finally left Hannibal and got with Margot I was like YES, KILL THEM ALL, HAVE A SON, BE HAPPY, FEED HIM TO THE EELS (that scene was great omg) Also I hated Hannibal with a PASSION for getting away with all of his shit and hurting Will but I think I just eventually said “fuck it” and caved in.

3 OTPs:

Just this whole Yuri, Otabek, JJ triangle on tumblr that I have no life anymore because of omg. But Otayuri, Pliroy, and Otapliroy. Also don’t totally ship JJbek 100% right now but I’ll probably get there eventually.

This fandom is too old for ship names (@monstersinthecosmos) lol but Armand x Daniel, Armand x Lestat (so bad yet so good), and Lestat x Nicki (human days). I like Lestat x Louis but I do have some problems with it.

Hannigram duh. Everyone else is expendable. Alana x Margot (forgot their ship name) and Murder Family (I’m so sorry forgive me lord for I have sinned)

Tagging @monstersinthecosmos, @ashtonelis, @mortallymagicalobject, @mizzmello, and @babypeche!

[silvorefrost]

10o character devolpment stuffs

Part 1: The Basics

(WITH MY OC ENDY WHO IS IN MY ICON)

1. What is your full name?

Edward Moreno Fisbach 2.Where and when were you born?

The end, Mincraftia on August 20th 3. Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

Well i originaly thought my dad was Erebus Fisbach but i found out my father is really Erebus's brother Morpheus Fisbach.

My mom is Nyx Fisbach 4. Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

Biologicaly wise i have my brother Nether and my sis....oh...right shes....more actualy my cousin now....uh...nonno i have my sister portia! im not letting some dumb thing get in my way of calling my sister my sister =3=

then considerd theres my big sibs, dank~! owo their so cool ;;w;;

5. Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.

um i basicly live with my boyfreind meme! its a nice medium sized house~! with a nice front yard too~!

and as for meme hes just...so wonderful. he helps me so much even when he has problems of his own....hes as sweet as the cookies he loves to eat~! 6. What is your occupation?

ummm general dragon king of the end 7. Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

ugh do i have to? huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh ok okok

im 6ft 2 with messy black hair and tan skin. i have amethyst color eyes and black birthmarks on my skin. i have 2 purple dragons horns, wings and a tail. i usualy have black clawed hands but sometimes those are hard to work with bleh. um im an enderdragon. um i really just kinda wear anything and my weights kinda in the....200 300 range? im pretty chubby nowadays especialy with lkhslkdhf yeah 8. To which social class do you belong?

i guess.....im rich? i think? i dunno dude im a freakin dragon 9. Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

mmmmmmmmmm...i care too much pfft. and uh well physical weakness right now is im pregnant pfft 10. Are you right- or left-handed?

left handed 11. What does your voice sound like?

uhhhh kinda between tenor and base i guess i dunno 12. What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

oh dear and i love you 13. What do you have in your pockets?

ummmm my 3ds....my wallet...uhhh....mmm my truck keys. OO! A COOKIE! 14. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

umm i have a habit of saying umm alot obviously and i stutter when im nervous and ill also play with my tail when im nervous.

i also sometimes need to chew on a block of wood

Part 2: Growing Up

15. How would you describe your childhood in general?

shitty

16. What is your earliest memory?

seeing my moms eyes

17. How much schooling have you had?

LMAO 18. Did you enjoy school?

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHA 19. Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?

my mom and my "dad" or shitface mcgee as everyone calls him

20. While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.

my mom 21. While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

nether and i....we kinda had a rocky relationship... 22. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

free

23. As a child, what were your favorite activities?

i liked looking for gems. when i could sneak away it was so fun~! 24. As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

reckless. courageous. caring. 25. As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?

............

26. When and with whom was your first kiss?

................................................... 27. Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

28. If you are a supernatural being (i.e. mage, werewolf, vampire), tell the story of how you became what you are or first learned of your own abilities. If you are just a normal human, describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today.

dude i was just born this way

Part 3: Past Influences

29. What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

finaly kicking erebus ass 30. Who has had the most influence on you?

..............

31. What do you consider your greatest achievement?

beating erebus

32. What is your greatest regret?

.............(tears up) 33. What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

(sobbing) 34. Do you have a criminal record of any kind?

(more crying) 35. When was the time you were the most frightened?

.....................st op...... 36. What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?

(sniffles) um......i ripped my pants once. 37. If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

(crys more) 38. What is your best memory?

(still crying) 39. What is your worst memory?

(full on bawling)

Part 4: Beliefs And Opinions-----AFTER 40 MINUTES---

40. Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?

(wipes face) uhhh i try to be optimistic.... 41. What is your greatest fear?

being alone. 42. What are your religious views?

nothing really. 43. What are your political views?

umm dont really care all i know is that trump guy is bad news and i wanna eat him. 44. What are your views on sex?

(face turns bright purple) uHHHH I-ITS O-OK I G-GUESS LKHLKDHG 45. Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i dont like it unless someoen deserves it 46. In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?

.......kill a child..... 47. Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?

y-yeah! actualy i do. 48. What do you believe makes a successful life?

ummmmm i dont know haha 49. How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?

.................... 50. Do you have any biases or prejudices?

what no that stuffs stupid.

51. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?

kill a child. becuase ive already done enough damage.

52. Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?

meme and everyone else i love. if i had to give my life up for them id do it.

Part 5: Relationships With Others

53. In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how?

i try to be nice to everyone. 54. Who is the most important person in your life, and why?

uhhh thats meme. well and my kids of course! 55. Who is the person you respect the most, and why?

uh thats a tie between my mom and my big sibs and my other dad sky! my mom well pfttt is my mom and dad well hes just so smart. but my big sibs. well their just so great! their so supportive and theyve been through so much! their so caring their just always there. their just (tears up)...god their so cool.

56. Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.

oh! ah my freinds are nonny, brynjar, miss loca, uhh dylan...jack....and alot of others! 57. Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.

ah meme. hehe. hes so sweet and supportive and even if hes done something bad he tries his best to make up for it and he tries to learn from his mistake. hes so great. (smiles happily and closes eyes) hes my rainbow watermelon. and ill do anything to help him and keep him safe.

also his chub and eyes are just the best and they make me squeal becuase holy shit

58. Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.

............................

59. What do you look for in a potential lover?

i dont wanna answer this.

60. How close are you to your family?

pretty close! 61. Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?

yeah i have 5 kids! one on the way! (rests hand on stomach) about 2 and a half months along. 2 of them are all grown up. aaron and asher. um...then theres kira and nile...their.....currently missing......but um then theres haku! hes techincaly 5. he um was born unsualy so really hes actualy only like 6 months old its a really long story. and then there kiddo number 6... their names going to be dakota. i cant wait to meet them

62. Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?

mom or my big sibs. or nether. or meme. really anyone i care about. my other dad sky, definietly. hes so spportive!

63. Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?

nether meme and my big sibs honestly. lord have mercy on anyone who goes up against those 3 64. If you died or went missing, who would miss you?

alot of people i guess.

65. Who is the person you despise the most, and why?

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA erebus my uncle 66. Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?

avoid

67. Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?

im a king i have to 68. Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?

not exactly cuz my anxiety acts up but i have to do it anyway 69. Do you care what others think of you?

yes and no its complicated

Part 6: Likes And Dislikes

70. What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes?

POKEMON B O I 71. What is your most treasured possession?

a purple seashell and a plushie off myself that meme made me 72. What is your favorite color?

B O I 73. What is your favorite food?

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm bacon

74. What, if anything, do you like to read?

ye! i like to read all sorts of things 75. What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)?

POK E M O N 76. Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?

i did smoke but i had to quit . and why did i do it? it helped with my anixiety 77. How do you spend a typical Saturday night?

watchin gyoutube 78. What makes you laugh?

funny cat videos 79. What, if anything, shocks or offends you?

mm racist and homophobic transphobics assholes 80. What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?

pokemon how man times do i have to say it? that or anime 81. How do you deal with streSS?

i dont pfft 82. Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?

No idea. 83. What are your pet peeves?

i dont know???

Part 7: Self Images And Etc.

84. Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?

mm wake up eat watch meme play games nap wake up eat snuggle with meme play video games the sleep and disrupted i dont care

85. What is your greatest strength as a person?

hardheadnes i guess 86. What is your greatest weakness?

alot of things 87. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

everything 88. Are you generally introverted or extroverted?

dont know

89. Are you generally organized or messy?

messy im a damn dragon cmon.

90. Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.

good

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taking care of kids, giving snuggles and cooking.

bad

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you dont need to know pffttt

91. Do you like yourself?

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHHHHHAHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHAH no 92. What are your reasons for being an adventurer (or doing the strange and heroic things that RPG characters do)? Are your real reasons for doing this different than the ones you tell people in public? (If so, detail both sets of reasons…)

wut

93. What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?

i dont know.

94. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

proably living with meme and our child 95. If you could choose, how would you want to die?

drowning.

96. If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.

ummmm the first thing i'd do is hard to explain but the second is say all my good byes. and uhh....i dont wanna say the last one.

97. What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?

that i was nice

98. What three words best describe your personality?

loving

depressed

paranoid

99. What three words would others probably use to describe you?

...................... 100. If you could, what advice would you, the player, give to your character

endy plz calm it ok dude