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elizais · 1 month

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when you know, you know.

when they realise just how much they love you ft: nikolai, bram, poe part 1 here content/warnings: mentions of murder (poe's ability), shortttt, i tried to keep it as a gn reader but i might have slipped up at points. i wrote bram without the sword and in current day bcs i was struggling dudesss i think this is my first time trying to write for bram and poe so please take these with a pinch of salt but the lovely person who requested it was so polite i couldn't pass it up <3

nikolai was.. lively to say the least. i mean, just having a partner would be (in his eyes) something tying him down. but, for you? being with you would comply with him wanting to be free. you granted him freedom from all of the negative thoughts that could plague him.

walking down the high-street with you, hand in hand as he pondered all of these ideas. the both of you were strolling towards a cafe that kolya had begged to go to for its "famous pirozhki".

he was not in his usual attire today, wearing a simple blue turtleneck sweater and jeans that fit him loosely. you had to admit, he looked close to incredible when you contrasted it to his usual wear. even though his outfit was different, his personality did not falter in the slightest.

swinging your arms forwards and backwards quickly as you walked, he giggled at whatever joke he was thinking of. turning towards him, you smiled. "kolya?" you poked his upper arm for his attention. "what type of bird is that?" you asked, glancing at a small bird hopping through tree branches. as he looked over, it flew away.

his braid fell over his shoulder, laying softly as he considered making a witty joke. the truth of what he was thinking was of how much he adored you, how you pointed out birdies, watched comedy shows with him, tried your best to cook his favourite meals, put up with him using his ability to scare you..

he thought back to earlier, you had brushed his hair into the usual neat braid as he spoke about what tricks he was going to pull on sigma and fyodor too. he laughed as you frowned, claiming "leave sigma alone, he has a casino to take care of, babysitting you is my job."

bram was, aside from being a vampire and that, perfect. his personality was complex, but you often joked that it wittled down to him just wanting to sleep.

today, you were both sat on the sofa as he spoke about aya. you were brushing through his hair. "she was telling me about some artists, i think she meant composers." he explained, going on about music as you giggled. his hair was showing some curls towards the ends that you were entertaining yourself with.

he was kneeling in front of you so that you could face his back and toy with his hair.

"what is amusing?" he asked politely, refraining from turning around incase he messed up the braid you insisted so stubbornly on putting in his hair. you pulled the long braid onto his shoulder and he saw how you had refined the hair past the bobble into a sweet curl.

he smiled softly as you spoke, "what genre do you want to listen to? does aya have any recommendations?" you teased and he let out a soft chuckle. cherishing these sweeter, saccharine moments were as good at keeping him alive as his ability was.

he put up with the garlic jokes, playing dumb vampire films on tv (he really does love hotel transylvania!), the teasing.. all because he loves you !!

poe was like a breath of fresh air to be around. there was never a need to be loud or extroverted with him. and those were just bonuses on top of getting to hang out with a raccoon all of the time. you were currently in another room trying to trim karl's nails.

key word: trying

ed was in the study, writing another novel. whether it's for ranpo or not? who knows. karl wasn't putting up a fight but more so.. wriggling around. any sane person would have given up by now but with the amount of time this raccoon spends around your shoulders? zero chance.

once you finally finished, you swooped karl into your arms and carried him back to edgar. "ed? have you eaten or drank water recently?" you asked, setting down karl and walking over to him as he closed the book before him. he nodded as he looked up to you from his armchair.

"yes, and i have finished it!" he exclaimed, you furrowed your brows in confusion. "finished what, love?" he presented you the book proudly. "it's just like the film we watched a few weeks ago. you said you wanted to live in that manor house, no?" and that's when it clicked for you.

he carried on, "when you want to go, all the characters will be there! i had to add in another to die but other than that? it's the same!" he excitedly explained. tracing over the clothbound cover with your name on the front, he added one more thing. "oh! and to figure it out in one of the office desk drawers it will let you know what happened."

you smiled at that, he didn't want you to struggle. unfortunately, his ability was only murder mystery related so he couldn't write a book about a sunshine land where nothing went wrong. yet he tried his best, for you!

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my-rose-tinted-glasses · 4 months

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Kinou Nani tabeta. aka My Heart is Full aka I suck at titles

Let me just say before anything else. This is not a recap or a review. This is me feeling the need to write down my feelings because they are pouring out of me. This is more a personal note than anything else so skip it if that's not your thing.

I always watch this show on saturday mornings, with my coffee and breakfast, because it gives me a boost for the weekend. And I wanted to postpone the final episode as much as possible but I just couldn't. I gave in.

Second FYI. This will probably be incoherent and a mess because that's how I feel. Also, this fucking menopause (surgical, don't give me too many extra years) is really making a mess of my emotional state this week, so I'm all over the place. Also I might've had some wine. Also this may be a bit long. I think that's it.

How I got here

So, I've loved cinema since I was like 7. (yeah I'm going really back in time) Because my mom like films, she dragged to the cinema even when I was way too young for whatever was on. [ Fun Side note- The first film that I saw in the cinema was Bram Stoker's Dracula, when I was like 6, and my mum got into an argument with the cinema employee because" I am her mother, and I'll decide what she can or can't watch"and so I did watch it.]

So I always loved watching films, talking about them and eventually went to uni to learn how to make them. During that time, I went through a phase (which happened to a couple other people in my school) where I kinda got emotionally detached from the stories. I could only see the camera angles, the lighting, the editing, etc.

When I was done with uni, and had decided that editing was my favourite thing I started doing a bit of work in editing, mostly online stuff and a couple of ads in London, and 3 years later I was done. Obviously there were life factors and health factors that contributed to this, but still I left it all behind.

Then, I quickly went back to being able to watch stories with all the emotions.

Let's skip forward to present day.

Kinou Nani Tabeta? feel in my lap by way of my very first BL. Seven Days. I watched those films and went through all the emotions and needed more. More of that serotonin please.

So I got in research mode and that's when I found this wonderful world of BL and eventually this show.

Now, a little bit more about me, just in case you aren't sick of me talking about myself. I'm not a jolly person. If you asked anyone that knows me irl, they would describe me as someone who always thinks the sky is falling. However, I also love a lot of things deeply, and when it comes to things that I can't find a word big enough for it I call it magic. So I'll use it here.

Kinou Nani Tabeta? is magic.

If this show was a meal then the absolutely right ingredients were found, they were put in the hands of the best cooks and everything was prepared with love and care. This show that I love, was put together by people who love it, and couldn't not make it. This is what I believe. It's my kind of faith.

I've seen so many shows, I've loved so many of them, a lot of them touched me deeply. But only a few touched me this way.

When there is love in something, real care and empathy in the making of something, you can feel it, I believe. And I feel it so much watching this show. I get emotional just writing this.

I wish I could thank every single person that made this show possible. And we could argue all day about the quality of a show, its actors, writers or directors. I could argue why my favourite show is better than your favourite show, and why your show is more important than my show, and why that show failed and another succeeded. I will not argue about the importance of this show and my faith is unshakable.

Maybe because I love food so much and in my life my love filled moments were always around food, I connected at first with Kenji, because his reactions to food resemble mine. But this season Shiro stole my heart and soul. His quiet but profound way of loving Kenji made cry more than any sad scene ever could. And onions and chicken thighs will forever have deeper meaning in my kitchen. These two characters are so well written and so well acted, the words are so layered and so meaningful, that it's a miracle to me that it exists and that I got to watch it.

I'm sure other people will write much better posts about this show, and will probably be better (at a hell of a lot more on point) at writing about all the amazing things that this show has done. But I'm an emotional wreck and I could only write from a personal place today.

I'll be rewatching this show in it's entirety soon, because the evolution of these characters, Shiro specially, was such a joy to witness.

If you read this far, thank you. 💜

#kinou nani tabeta?#what did you eat yesterday?#what did you eat yesterday S2 #it has never been so hard to hit the post button #i'm having so many feeling about posting this #i'm a wreck right now

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fortheloveofwonderland · 2 years

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For the milestone blurb, if possible:

🔒 Prison AU…post

🎃 Halloween

😈 Dom! Spencer

😇 Innocence Kink

🦷 Biting Kink….the emoji that came up for me is question mark in a box,so..I took a guess

Spencer and Female Reader, post prison.

Spencer gets dragged to Garcia’s annual Halloween party. He’s not having fun until he meets the reader who is dressed in an innocent costume ( angel,librarian,nun…whatever you choose) and he goes feral. Fluffy smut…biting included.( optional to have Spencer dress up as a character who bites or you can leave it as a kink without costume reference). Happy ending!

Thank you!

I LOVED writing this! Hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

NSFW Minors DNI.

Summary - Spencer is sceptical of going along to Garcia’s Halloween party. After his stint in prison, he isn’t feeling exactly sociable. But when a literal angel graces the party, his love of the holiday is restored.

CW - post prison Spencer, vague mentions of prison arc, cocky Spencer, Dom! Spencer, choking, biting, fingering, handjobs, oral (m receiving), penetrative sex, protected sex, swearing, general Halloween related stuff, lots of Dracula references (Italics are quotes from Bram Stoker’s Dracula.)

WC - 4.6k

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Once Bitten

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If there was one thing that could be said about Spencer Reid it’s that he loves Halloween.

Love doesn’t even feel like a strong enough word to describe the way he feels as the holiday approaches each year.

As soon as August gives way to September, Spencer can feel the exhilaration coursing through every single one of his veins. As leaves start to turn from greens to browns and start their descent to earth from the trees, anticipation rumbles through Spencer’s whole body.

Maybe it was because Halloween was one of the few fond memories from his childhood. With his mothers illness and his fathers abandonment, Spencer took himself trick or treating alone every year.

But he wasn’t lonely. Far from it. It was probably one of the only times he didn’t feel lonely.

Having an excuse to dress up, to be a completely different person even if only for one night, appealed to Spencer greatly. For one night only he could just be a normal kid with no sick mother and no abnormally high IQ.

His love of Halloween stuck with him his whole life. It became a comfort of sorts, one day a year where he could be anyone other than Doctor Spencer Reid. Because sometimes, he wanted to be anyone other than himself.

On October thirty first he wasn’t a former drug addict. He wasn’t a man who had witnessed the love of his life killed in front of him. He wasn’t the culmination of a lifetime of trauma.

He was whoever he wanted to be.

He was released from prison two months before Halloween this year. But his time spent inside was the first thing Spencer didn’t think could be placated by throwing himself into his favourite holiday.

As early October rolled on with no mention of the holiday from him, his team started to worry. Spencer was known for starting his Halloween talk as early as September and so far he’d yet to bring it up once.

Garcia’s annual Halloween party rolled around and Spencer had no intention of going this year. He didn’t want to dress up and pretend to be someone else this year, because the trauma he’d sustained in prison wasn’t going to be alleviated by some stupid holiday.

But Garcia being Garcia didn’t take no for an answer. The whole team were going to be there as well as some of Garcia’s friends and Spencer was categorically not missing out on the fun.

He’d tried to insist he would only bring everyone down with his presence which made them more concerned about him and more determined to get him to the party.

Usually he would relish in getting dressed up, spend hours if not days on his costume and take pride in his new persona.

This year Spencer applied the bear minimum to his Halloween get up.

He got away with wearing his usual attire, white shirt with a black tie, jacket and slacks and purchased a cheap black cloak he tied around his neck along with donning a set of fangs he clipped to his canines.

With the final half hearted touch of a little fake blood around his lips, his attempt at Dracula was complete.

Stepping into Garcia’s apartment it was clear she’d pulled out all the stops. Cobwebs and strings of eyeballs hung from the rafters, bowls in the shapes of pumpkins were filled with candy.

A large Calderon sat in the kitchen with a hand crafted sign stating “Witches Brew: Drink With Caution” which Luke filled him in was just an extremely alcoholic punch the tech analyst had concocted.

He filled a plastic skull chalice with a can of soda from the fridge and popped in a couple of eyeball ice cubes. He stuffed a handful of candy in his mouth, finding that chewing was made slightly cumbersome by the fake teeth.

He sipped his soda, leaning up against the kitchen counter as the festivities continued around him as though he weren’t even there.

His team members would check in on him every once in a while and he would insist he was fine.

The truth was, he was far from fine. Even in a room full of people Spencer felt the loneliness wash over him in waves.

It was easier to be lonely when you were actually alone. It made sense to feel that way when trapped inside his apartment by himself.

But feeling this isolated in a sea of people seemed pathetic even for Spencer.

“Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.”

He sighed to himself as the Bram Stoker’s Dracula quote flooded his mind. How apt, he rolled his eyes.

He nursed the same soda for almost two hours, ate a few more pieces of candy and was about ready to call it a night.

And then the apartment door opened.

He heard the click of the door even over the music pumping through the room. He was trained to notice minute noises like that and his eyes quickly darted to the direction of the sound.

Everyone else was too intoxicated by this point to have heard the barely audible clicking of the door as another guest arrived.

Spencer’s entire body tightened involuntarily. His shoulders snapped back, pulling him up to his full height while his chest puffed out, his legs locked at the knees and his hands, one around and his glass and the other in his pocket, curled tightly.

He felt his eyes widen and his lip turn up at the corner whilst the air felt like it was being squeezed from his lungs.

He was staring right at an angel, a literal angel.

An obscenely tight fitting white dress paired with white knee high boots, angel wings and a halo.

And goddamn if Spencer didn’t feel like he’d died and gone to heaven.

He noticed then, aside from the obvious, another part of his anatomy had stiffened just from one glance at the ethereal beauty.

His skin tingled in anticipation and he decided in that one look, I have to have her.

Spencer had never felt such an animalistic desire for someone before. He’d never felt this heady kind of lust over someone after just laying eyes on them.

You had an innocence about you, pure and untarnished from the horrors of the world. You didn’t carry the weight of your burdens around on your shoulders.

You were almost virginal but Spencer knew by the shortness of your dress and the way it hugged your breasts tightly you were anything but.

You showcased your body for men to lust over, some of whom you may deem worthy of your attention, others you would ignore.

You knew exactly how to make men fall hook line and sinker for you.

And Spencer knew, as he watched you sashay confidently into the room, he would not be leaving this party without having first destroyed you.

He downed his soda as he observed you. Penelope gave you a large hug and the two of you chatted for a few moments before you were directed towards the kitchen.

Spencer quickly hurried ahead of you towards the kitchen, hoping for an easy way to strike up a conversation with you over the pouring of drinks.

He grabbed another soda from the fridge and decanted it into his glass. Years ago Spencer might have needed some liquid courage in order to talk to a woman, least of all one as beautiful as you.

But these days Spencer was more comfortable in his own skin than he’d ever been, it was funny the kinds of things prison put into perspective.

He didn’t need to be the most attractive guy at the party, he just needed to show confidence and you would be putty in his hands. He was sure of it.

You strolled in and again his whole body tightened. You had this strange effect on him, effectively making his body work of its own accord.

He watched you ladle out some of Garcia’s witch’s brew into a chalice matching his own. At first it didn’t seem as though you’d even noticed him.

And then you slowly turned, pushing your wings back from where they were sinking on your shoulder and your eyes met his.

He knew as he looked into your eyes you were certainly not as innocent as you were dressed. There was a devilish glint in your eyes as you looked him up and down.

But you were far more innocent than him.

Oh the things he would do to you.

“Hi.” You smiled at him, stepping a little closer as his eyes curiously roamed your body.

He didn’t even try to disguise the fact he was checking you out and you found it incredibly hot.

“Hi.” He replied, eyes finally landing back on your face.

“Vampire, huh? Original.” You smirked, bringing your lips to your glass and sipping the potent liquid.

“About as original as an Angel. At least I’m a monster of sorts. And I’m not just any vampire, I’m Dracula.”

You narrowed your eyes on him, clearly trying to size him up.

Your lips pinched together in thought before you smiled again.

“No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.” You recited straight from Dracula, waiting to see how he would respond.

“Is that what you think?” He stepped even closer and bowed his head toward your ear, his breath fanning across your skin in delicious waves. “The devil may work against us for all he's worth, but God sends us men when we want them.”

You cursed the involuntary shiver that passed up your spine at his words. He hadn’t missed a beat in reciting the line as though he’d planned it all along somehow.

His large hand ghosted up your arm, sending another shiver up your spine.

Spencer knew he had you right where he wanted you. He could take you right here and now and he was sure you’d thank him for the privilege.

But he wanted to have a little more fun first.

He stepped back again, leaving you reeling from his previous close proximity.

He knew what he was doing to you. His eyes sparkled with a kind of knowing. He had you and he knew it. You both did.

But you didn’t want to make it so easy for him.

“You think just because you can recite Dracula that impresses me?” You cocked an eyebrow at him, trying to keep your voice steady and not give away how turned on you were.

“I didn’t say that.” His lip curled up. “But I think you should be a little impressed that I turned you on so much without doing a thing.”

Your cheeks immediately reddened and it was all Spencer needed to see to know he was right. That and the way you pressed your bare thighs together anyway.

“Cocky son of a bitch.” You scoffed, sipping your drink to try and hide your red face.

“It would be cocky if I wasn’t right. If I was making assumptions, yes that would be cocky of me. But I’m not making assumptions. I saw the signs, I read the clues. I put the pieces together and I formed a hypothesis.”

“And what might that be?” The pitching to your voice only added fuel to Spencer’s fire.

Once again he stepped back close to you, his hand this time ghosting up your back before settling to cup the back of your head.

“You want to sleep with me.” Once again his words caused your body to shudder, even more so when his lips brushed against your earlobe.

When those same lips skimmed your jaw, barely grazing across your skin, a wanton moan floated out your own lips and Spencer knew he had you more so than before.

“Do you think you’re god's gift to women or something?” You tried to sound indignant but your voice wavered when his lips brushed down across the side of your neck.

“Not at all. I don’t mean to be cocky or arrogant, I really don’t. But I can’t ignore the way you’re reacting to me. I can’t ignore the way those delicious thighs press together every time I speak, the way your breathing gets heavier when I do this…” he trailed off and swept his lips across your jaw again and as expected your breath caught in your throat.

Spencer smirked to himself, moving back to your ear where he tucked your hair behind it.

You were too dumb to speak. You’d never had a man be so straight forward, so bold. Maybe it was because he was older. He knew what he wanted and it was clear he was going to take it.

You’d let him take you.

“And don’t try to pretend otherwise, angel. Don’t try to play hard to get because you will be disappointed when I don’t try to chase you. I am all about openness and honesty so I am telling you that I want to skip the games and I want to take you home with me.” He pressed his body against yours for a fleeting moment, but long enough so you could feel he was painfully hard.

When he stepped back and looked at you, you felt utterly dizzy. This stranger was reducing you to a puddle and you had to try and claw back at least a tiny element of control.

You downed the witch's brew, ignoring the way his hazel eyes seemed to look through you, deep into your soul.

“Why take me home?” Your eyes danced with mischief. “Penelope has a perfectly good guest room going unused.”

It was Spencer’s turn to shudder and a shaky breath erupted from his lungs. One simple sentence caused his composure to waver.

“I thought you were supposed to be an angel?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“We all have a little of the devil in us, Spencer.”

“H-how do you know my name?” He stumbled over his words a little.

“You think Penelope hasn’t told me about her team? I knew who you were the second I walked in.” You smirked, feeling happy in the knowledge you were regaining some power.

“Isn’t it fair I know your name then?”

“Maybe I’ll tell you later. For now you can just call me angel.” You offered your hand to him and he looked at it for a few seconds before dumbly taking it.

You smiled to yourself as you weaved the two of you through the party towards Penelope’s guest room.

You closed the door and locked it behind you, staring up at Spencer, waiting for his next move.

It seemed like you’d frazzled him. You were pleased with that.

But then as though a light switch had been flicked, Spencer’s eyes turned dark, practically black, as he strolled confidently towards you.

He pushed you back against the closed door, his large hand finding a home around your throat. He squeezed the tender flesh, feeling your pulse between his fingertips.

“A brave man's hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman's love to hear it.” He hissed the passage at you, pinning you against the door.

You choked a little as he tightened his hold, grinding his hips against yours.

“Doesn’t Dracula…bite?” You spluttered out as best you could, staring him right in the eyes.

Spencer smiled a toothy grin, showing off the fangs he’d donned for the night.

“You want to see how strong these things are?” He flicked one of the clip-ins with his free hand.

You whimpered a little, short, sharp breaths through your nose helping you to breathe.

“P-please.” You pressed your thighs together tightly.

Spencer dropped his hand from your neck and you gasped as you tried to refill your lungs with air. He bowed his head, lips ghosting over the skin at the apex of your neck.

“Right here?” He breathed against your soft flesh, sending goosebumps flaring all over your body.

“Hmm.” You hummed.

He watched you swallow, the way your flesh dipped with the action and it was all the impetus he needed.

Praying the clip-ins would hold out, he sunk his teeth into your milky skin, moaning viscerally as he did so.

You gasped at the feeling of his teeth piercing your skin, whether it be his own teeth or the fake canines you had no idea.

Either way it caused you to fall flush with the door, eyes rolling back in your head as your thighs pushed harder together.

Spencer swiped his tongue over the fresh wound, a combination of sweat and perfume exploding in his mouth.

He needed more.

He angled his mouth downwards and bit down on your collarbone, excerpting more pressure than his first bite.

He was briefly impressed by the sturdiness of the fangs and that they were able to penetrate your skin so well.

You yelped and your hands flew to his shoulders, squeezing him tightly.

Again he lapped his tongue over the new wound before lifting his head to take in his handiwork.

He’d left behind some fake blood he’d forgotten he’d applied to his mouth and it made the red welts look even more appealing.

His dick throbbed in his pants as he marvelled at the way he’d marked you.

“There are darknesses in life and there are lights,” he began reciting as his lips trailed over your jaw again. “And you are one of those lights, the light of all lights.”

You felt your whole body explode as he finally pressed those lips to yours.

You were quick to wrap your arms around his neck, opening your mouth to allow him access.

His tongue plunged into your mouth, exploring every inch of it as though his life depended on it.

You could feel those false teeth crashing against your own and you gave a fleeting thought of how impressive it was that they lasted through all this.

He kissed you with bruising force, shoving you further back against the door and caging you in.

One hand rested in your cheek while his other started to wander.

His fingertips grazed your thigh and you moaned against his mouth. He managed to part your legs with one large hand and then he was moving higher.

He didn’t have the patience to wait any longer to feel you in some capacity. He moved your panties aside with deft fingers and dove between your legs while kissing the air from your lungs.

You moaned again as his long, slender digit pressed against your clit.

“Fuck,” he panted against your lips. “You’re so wet.”

“Can you blame me?” You moaned again as his fingers found a dizzying rhythm.

You removed one hand from around his neck and your fingers danced down his body and made quick work undoing his slacks.

He wiggled his hips a little to aid you in getting his pants and underwear off just enough to free his aching cock.

As soon as his clothing was pushed down to his thighs, you took hold of his shaft and tried to match your rhythm with his.

Your legs were shaking beneath you as his finger circled your clit with experienced determination. You hoped you were making him feel even half as good as he made you feel.

Judging by the way his hips were bucking into your hand and the precome already leaking from his head, you assumed you were.

“Fuck, Spencer.” You mumbled, throwing your head back against the door.

Spencer took the chance to sink his teeth into your neck again which made you whine and whimper and your legs shake violently.

“Angel your hand feels so fucking good.” He panted, licking your bite marks. “But I need more. Need more.”

You agreed wholeheartedly.

You guided his hand slowly away from your desperate pussy, making you both whine. You gave him a few more strokes before letting go of him.

You looked at him with dark eyes which he mirrored. His messy curls were even messier somehow and the fake blood smeared across his mouth and onto his stubbly jaw.

He took you by the hand and led you backwards towards the bed. He sat down on the edge of it before pulling you on top of him.

He made no show of getting undressed so you didn’t either. It was somehow sexier this way, only getting to see select parts of him.

You toy with his tie while he fished a condom out of his trouser pocket which still hung around his thighs.

He located one, quickly ripped the packet with nibble fingers and you watched in awe as he rolled it over his cock.

Once secured, he grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled you down to crash your lips together again.

He kissed you frantically while you shuffled up his body and positioned him between your legs, moving your panties aside for him.

He gripped your neck hard, keeping you close and mumbled another Dracula passage against your lips.

“My life is hers, and I would give the last drop of blood in my body for her."

You had an idea of what he meant by that so as he pressed against you and started sinking into your waiting heat, you moved your lips to his neck and bit him hard.

He yelped, bucking his hips and entering you roughly which made you whine. But that only spurred Spencer on.

He slammed up again, filling you up in a way you’d never been filled before. You rocked your hips against his violent thrusts as you loosened his tie and undone the top few buttons of his shirt.

You gently pressed your lips against his chest, right about his left nipple before quickly sinking your teeth into his flesh.

“Fuck, you filthy fucking bitch.” He groaned, roughly grabbing your hips and frantically moving you up and down on his cock.

He was relentless, pounding you as hard as he possibly could.

When you sat back he saw the tears pricking the corners of your eyes at his harsh intrusion but he could see by the dopey smile on your face how much you were loving it.

Your halo bounced as he thrust again and again and the noises you were making were so far from angelic.

Needing more leverage, Spencer suddenly flipped the two of you over, causing you to whimper in confusion.

He pulled out harshly, making you yelp once more, but he was quick to stand on his feet, pulling you by the thighs to the edge of the bed.

You stayed on your back and he wrapped your legs around his waist. Moving your panties aside again he suddenly slammed back inside of you.

You arched your back to meet his thrusts, now he was on his feet he could control the pace a lot better.

He was unyielding, snapping his hips back just to slam right back inside of you. Each thrust earned him a delicious and sinful moan from your lips.

“Some fucking angel you are, letting a stranger fuck you this way.” He reached down and wrapped his hand around your throat again.

You felt dizzy in the best possible way. Spencer tightened his hand on your neck, squeezing hard as you fought for breath whilst he continued fucking you into the mattress.

Your orgasm completely snuck up on you, you blamed the lack of air circulating in your brain for not realising it was happening until it hit you.

Spencer clearly noticed by the way you clenched around him and the soft string of strangled moans that left your lips.

Your face was starting to turn red and tears rolled from your eyes so he let go of your neck and kissed you hard instead.

You fought to catch your breath and you mumbled incoherently against him.

He moved his lips to the shell of your ear and whispered another line from Dracula although you didn’t register it, now rendered dumb

“Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose?"

You simply whimper in response as he pounded into your spent body a few more times.

More tears rolled down your cheeks and you loudly yelped when he suddenly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and sore.

He smirked down at you, pupils blown out wide as he quickly discarded the condom.

He gripped your throat again, using it to pull you to a sitting position on the edge of the bed but decided against choking you again.

Your wings were bent and ruffled from the activities and your halo was closer to the side of your face than your crown.

Your dress was ruched up to your hips and your panties were still off at an angle.

You looked a goddamn mess and Spencer was filled with pride that he’d reduced you to this.

“Oh angel,.” He started pumping himself pulling you towards his member. “Open wide, I’ll have you at heaven's gates in no time.”

Your mouth fell open, too dumb to refuse.

Spencer thrust his cock inside your waiting mouth and you moaned around his shaft.

He roughly fucked your mouth, hand on the back of your head to manouver you.

He’d been close when he’d pulled out and your warm, wet mouth around him sent him straight back to the edge.

He slammed into you a few times before he felt the telltale tightening of his stomach.

He sheathed himself completely in your mouth as his cock spasmed and you felt his come shoot down your throat.

You choked a little around him but swallowed everything he had to give. He stayed buried inside your mouth until he was completely spent.

His legs shook a little as he pulled out, a string of saliva dripping from your lips to the tip of his cock.

He wiped the dribble from your chin before practically collapsing next to you on the bed.

Your mascara was running down in streaks from your eyes and he gently rubbed the marks away with the pads of his thumbs.

“Y/N. I’m Y/N.” You mumbled sleepily.

“Beautiful, angel.” He kissed your lips before pulling you into his arms.

You nuzzled into his chest hearing his heart beating frantically beneath your ear.

“S-should we leave?” You muttered although you didn’t want to go anywhere.

“I’m sure Garcia won’t mind us staying the night.” He placed a kiss on your messy hair, pulling you closer.

You hitched a leg up and wrapped it around Spencer’s waist as you sighed in content.

“O-ok.” You stifled a yawn.

He looked down at the half sleeping angel in his arms and his heart soared as if it had wings of its own.

One night was not going to be enough with you, he knew that with startling clarity.

He was going to hold onto you with everything he had. You were the first ray of sunshine to come into Spencer’s life since prison had cast him into darkness. And he certainly wasn’t going to let that go.

He couldn’t believe that he’d almost missed out on this party. He’d almost let his misery get in the way of celebrating his favourite holiday.

His love of Halloween has certainly been reignited tonight, thanks to the angel of a woman who laid in his arms.

His eyes started to flutter and his mind started to shut off as he gave over to sleep, one last line from Dracula came to pass.

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and how dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid blurb #build a blurb #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds #criminal minds self insert

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lilolilyr · 6 months

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ANSWER MY RIDDLES SIXTEEN (or not lol pls only answer all of them if you want to)

5. something in fiction that reads like poetry

28. a book you wish you could read as a beginner again

42. a book that made you want to scream by the time you got to the end

43. a book that you have read more than three times

50. a book that made you cry a LOT

54. a book with the best opening line

55. a book with a satisfying ending

60. a book that you think about at 3 am

66. a book that fucked you up

70. your favourite poetry collection

74. your favourite love triangle

80. a book that reminds you of a loved one

90. the longest book you've read

99. a book with a strong female protagonist

119. your favourite summer read

131. tag somebody with whom you would want to buddy read a book

Ohhhhhhh Dayum that sure is an ask xD I’ll try my best adsfghjkl

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5 Ok already the first one i go completely Blank on? Wtf reads like poetry?? What Does That Even Mean 🙈

28 as a beginner like as someone who hasn’t read any books yet?? Or for the first time? I wish I could read LotR for the first time again. I remember I’ve even read all the songs and long tree descriptions and everything because I was so in the story I couldn’t miss a single word, and I’ve skipped most of them every time since, and usually just watch the movies instead anyway lmao

42 scream in a good or bad way? Bad way so many Deutschunterricht Bücher. Homo Faber in particular.

Good way most of the discworld books recently!

43 & 50 Sara, die kleine Prinzessin <3 used to borrow it each time I was at the local library as a kid

Oh and also Isola by Isabel Abedi! It’s been a while and I don’t really remember the plot all that well but I remember reading it a lot. Maybe I should give it another re-read!

54 “The wind howled, lightning stabbed at the earth erratically, like an inefficient assassin” - Terry Pratchett: Wyrd Sisters

(Tbh it’s the only book I physically have on me atm and so the only first sentence I could check. But. I think it’s pretty good!)

55 If it hasn’t got a satisfying ending I don’t like itttt, honestly everything I’ve already answered could go here too…

60 the fucking house of night side stories haunt me

66 oh god oh fuck I don’t remember the name because halfway through I put it Behind the other books in my shelf in my childhood bedroom so I’d never have to look at it again but. It was about what if ‘ageing’ got a cure and everyone was basically suddenly immortal and obvs we don’t have the resources for that kind of population and wars and fucked up politics and killings and ghettos and oh my god

70 I actually tend to read poems either online and then it’s not a collection but more going through Google images of a particular author like K Le Guin, or checking out old poetry books from free book thingies where I maybe won’t like them all that much most of the time but they’re still kinda interesting? But couldn’t name a fav

74 love triangle or love angle? Poly 📐 from books I can’t think of anything canon or hc? And ‘love triangle’ ~oh who will she be end up with’ angles I just can’t stand. But most well written of these kinds of situations is definitely Panem because it’s not actually about the picking the boy but rather picking the kind of life Katniss wants to live

80 5 Freunde makes me think of my parents bc I have all their old books <3 and Lola makes me think of my sister because i used to read that series out loud for her

90 I know for sure I’ve read fanfics longer than any book I might’ve read!

99 hunger games. Oh, also anything from Trudi Canavan, especially the Age of the Five series. Many great women there and I love the witch best

119 what on earth is a summer read? XD but some other fav books of mine are

- Lies we Tell Ourselves by Robin Talley, an interracial lesbian story set in the US during the segregation

- Dracula by Bram Stoker. Seriously if you haven’t read it yet do so it’s amazing. I love seeing all the Dracula daily memes now, when I read it years ago most ppl just knew some movies that have nothing to do with the original plot and the original is great!

- Erebos by Ursula Poznanski. That one just… I couldn’t put it down, it’s so thrilling and good.

131 I’m not sure I’d want to buddy read a book with anyone because if Dracula daily taught me anything, then that I am incapable of reading on a schedule xD I really tried to re-read it with the emails. But nope. But theoretically, on a we‘d-probably-vibe-with-the-same-stories-&-enjoy-chatting-about-them kind of way, I’d have a bookclub with you and @lavendelhummel @squishmittenficfan @purlturtle @mimi-mindless @die-schwanenkoenigin @wellsbering :)

And if you guys liked these qs, the ask meme is here, if you reblog it I’ll send some your way!

Thx so much for the ask Ela! <3

#ask the blogger #book ask #Book rec ask #f #answered #24.10.23 #25.10.23 #toboldlynerd #mine #non anon #ask meme ask #books

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silurisanguine · 1 month

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for seren, how about numbers 7, 12, and 23 =)

Thankyou for the asks @therealgchu Answering for Seren Jones! 7 - answered here! 12 - Favorite movie or tv show or musical or book for your OC? Or all? She loves old vids from a series called Star Trek, that she used to watch with Sam. She loved how mostly hopeful the show saw humanity and her favourite book is Bram Stroker's Dracula for not just the very cool gothic story, but also how cleverly it was written as diary entries. 23 - Is your OC religious and what religion? If it’s a fictional religion for your story please give a summary of the core teachings of their faith? She's an atheist, but doesn't follow the Enlightened teachings as she doesn't subscribe to following any belief system. She is though fascinated by how belief systems develop as she's always had an interest in ancient Earth religions, but from a historical perspective rather than theologian. She respects those who do believe as long as they don't push it on others. Why she respects Andreja, but not some of the Universalists. Even going through Unity has shaken that belief, though she would like to have a word with the Creators, who ever they are.

#Seren Jones #Siluri writes #oc asks

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marias-wonderland · 1 year

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I like to think Alucard as being a massive bookworm. I been reading Bram Stocker's Dracula and the dude got a library filled with not only books but pamphlets, articles, newspaper, and just pretty anything that he can get his hands one(the library is a mess). He even learned English through books.

So I think Alucard would be a book nerd and maybe a bit of a movie nerd too.

Idk what do you think?

I don't know what I've done to deserve such sweet asks today! Thank you sooo much!!

I've read the book as well back in high school (fun fact: I used to read it during maths classes xD). I remember that part, it was in the beginning of the book, when Jonathan arrived at the castle if I'm not mistaken?

Yes, I remember how he learnt English through books and stuff and that he wanted to hold conversations with Jonathan because he wanted to master his accent (Jonathan noted how his accent and intonation sometimes was a bit off?).

Also don't forget that he was a prince! Royalty was known for being erudite (or at least having access to the best education of that time). It was crucial for his survival as a ruler to educate himself on a plethora of fields. Managing a kingdom is not only about impaling people! Having knowledge on finances, on psychology and on agriculture were some important factors I think.

It was only natural that he would end up a little bookworm.

I'm sure that sometimes, he spends his time in the manor's library, reading whatever books he likes, while drinking blood from a blood bag. Perhaps even integra says to walter to purchase more books for him to read? Whatever doesn't make him drown his sorrows in alcohol and cry into his coffin (Because she remembers her father's words, how Alucard is basically a sobbing child. She makes sure to provide him the few things that bring him serenity).

His favourite books would be historical books, obviously studying the history of the nations of the world, but also catching up with the history of his own country (since he can not visit it anymore). He doesn't strike me as a fiction lover, in a "books filled with magic and friendship" way. Perhaps he would enjoy the horror genre, like Poe and King, since he's accustomed to unbridled chaos and lunacy (perhaps he would even talk to himself about how he would have written the books to be extra scary? Or positively applause the writers for writing something "adequately" scary for mere humans?).

Or he would find science fiction interesting? I'm sorry but idk much about this genre. I remember hirano referenced "Dune" in Hellsing, so I suppose Alucard wouldn't mind it.

My little personal HC is that Alucard would love to read erotica books to Integra (Just imagine that deep masculine voice narrating some spicy activities into your ear 🤭). Integra of course would try to decline buuuut, who can resist a Romanian prince reading you erotica? Certainly not me! (And her xD). Or even if this didn't happen, he would spend his time imagining it (because everyone deserves to have fantasies xD).

The movie nerd is canon ya know, Alucard really loved action packed movies! One of his dreams had a character from those old action movies if I remember correctly (I read about this from some old hellsing posts around here). He loves his movies with guns and violence! (And perhaps some sex in there? xD).

#my asks #thanks for the ask!#wow for sure I wrote a lot on this one #Anon I hope I didnt tire you!!#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #alucard #alucard hellsing #integra hellsing #integra

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mumms-the-word · 12 days

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THINGS THAT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT MY FELLOW WRITERS

I can’t remember who tagged me with this or if I stole it 😭

Tagging: @elspethdekarios @sorceresssundries @fantasyfictionfables @lewdisescariot and anyone else??

No pressure friends as always and sorry for double tagging, this has sat in drafts for like days

Last book I read: For fun? I honestly can't remember. For my dissertation, Phantasmion by Sara Coleridge (and I haven't recovered, it was an acid trip of a fantasy novel)

Greatest literary inspirations: Bram Stoker (fave classic writer), Marissa Meyer (influenced my love of YA fairy tales), Ursula K. Le Guin (her style is SO GOOD)

Things in my current fandom I want to read but I don't want to write: I skim/read a lot of smut for someone who will never write it. I don't even read it that much, but occasionally something catches my eye (I appreciate you smutty, smutty people). What I'd want to read but not write is slice-of-life style shenanigans between characters, the kind that comic artists like @a2zillustration do really well. Send me recs if you know other BG3 comic artists!

Things in my current fandoms I want to write but I think nobody would be interested in them but me: my current masquerade fic I love writing stuff that is incredibly specific to my Tavs because I find it fascinating to explore different character perspectives and voices? But I know the fandom tends to enjoy generalized Tavs or "you" POVs more than specific OC characters, which is fair given the nature of the game, so I don't share as much of my Tav-specific stuff these days

You can recognise my writing by: the lack of smut...and probably an overuse of adverbs. and the fact that every chapter/oneshot is ridiculously long. I'm new to fanfic, okay, I wrote full books as a hobby before this lol

My most controversial take (current fandom): oh boy I have...many, probably...I've already gotten blocked for one hot take (I think it was a misunderstanding??) but it wasn't even my most controversial take. I think my most controversial take is that there is no One Correct Way to interpret a character, and anyone who tells you that "you're reading the game files wrong" or "that isn't what is canon" is ignoring the fact that a) that's not how interpretation works, and b) the branching nature of the game is going to necessarily mean that different people encounter different things in different orders and may not even get the dialogue that you hold so dear to your interpretation of the character, and that is okay. We shouldn't ask everyone to become an expert in every facet of their favorite character's identity because not everybody has the time or energy for that. We should just hope that people are having fun. Like I know this is a complex topic and I don't want to ramble about it here lol but that's the gist

Top three favourite tropes: in no particular order, 1) arranged/convenient marriage that leads to genuine love between characters, 2) super big tall buff scary guy (tortured past optional) is actually a total sweetheart who is a little afraid of his own strength (bonus points if he falls in love with a smol person he must protect and feels slightly unworthy of), and 3) FOUND FAMILY I love it every time

What’s your current writing mood (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut): fic writing I'm like....idk a 6? dissertation writing, which I am actually supposed to be writing, is a solid 1.

Share a random frustration: my students keep insisting on using AI to write their assignments and it is BEYOND frustrating how much time it takes up for me to read their assignment, mark where they've used AI, and then forward it to the next tier in our "Guess what you done fucked up" system for this class

#tag game #bg3

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auditect · 9 months

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Hey Three things

I love that you do older Star Wars comic dubs! I only have these comics in digital because no matter how hard I look I can’t find the paper comics. I’ve had people from three separate comic book stores say that Star Wars and marvel fans refuse to part with their comics so that’s why 😂

Dude the voice dubs you do are great! I listened to Sings dub first that’s how I found your channel the one with Torgo Tahn and the anzati school

I just watched the Quinlan Vos one with Aayla also with Volfe Karkoo! Great voice acting! From a great cast. Now this is just me putting my opinion, I still loved what you did. However Volfe Karkko threw me off. Because knowing that anzati have spent their lives tailoring themselves for the hunt I mean they have minor shape shifting abilities to change facial features and eye color for crying out loud which is cool 😂 I’ve just always imagined Volfe with being so old that he’s tailored his voice and it being anything other than smooth, almost like the deceiving calm before the storm messed with me. I’ve always thought like Lion King original Scars voice, Loki, or Bram stokers Dracula without the accent. But like I said even with the voice throwing me off it was great, I could tell the work and dedication you and the other voice actors put in and even if Volfe’s voice didn’t line up with what I thought the voice actor still did an amazing job and I hope you all are proud of your work!😄 I hope my input wasn’t offensive and if it was I really do apologize 😓

Hello, thank you for the message! I'm so glad you enjoy the hard work of my team and I!

Depending on what language you want to read the comics in, there might be reprints availible to you. If you want them in english, most of the comics I dub can be found in the "Star Wars Legends Epic Collection" by Marvel.

The one with Aurra Sing and her days in the Anzati School is one I'm especially proud of because I did compose a whole new soundtrack for that one. I've also been hired to compose new music for a different Star Wars project recently, and I intend to reuse that one for my dubs as well.

It's alright you disagree with me on Volfe's voice, and you're entitled to your own headcanon as to what he should sound like. Nontheless, his voice is still one of my favourite parts of the dub and it might still make for an interesting discussion to explain how he ended up with the voice he has now.

As I haven't watched either the Lion King, Brian Stoker's Dracula or anything from the MCU, I am afraid I might not entirely understand your imagination for how he should sound, but if you are saying he should have a calmer and more harmless voice, I respectfully disagre. That sort of voice is what I gave the villians who make more of a secret about their evil intents, such as the Gran Protectorate, or villians who are more outwardly charismatic such as Iaco Stark (who hasn't appeared yet but all of his dialogue has been recorded already).

When it comes to villiany, Volfe Karkko does not beat around the bush, he's an ancient vampiristic alien with a lightsaber, the ability to shoot lightning and a thirst for brains. He's pure evil and I wanted him to have a voice that makes him as terrifying as he needs to be.

Now, one of my favourite voiceover jobs that I did for someone else was in 2017 when I joined the cast of the YouTube webseries known as Dragon Ball Absalon. There, I had the incredible honor of voicing alongside an actor named Roy Bunales, who performed the voice of my character's boss; Captain Horenzo, and I was immediately amazed by the deep, commanding presence his voice brought to his character. In other words, this is a voice actor I've been a fan of even before I did comic dubs.

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So you can imagine my exitement when Roy did agree to join the cast of my comic dub series! Originally I wanted him to play Even Piell, but he fell ill and wasn't able to record when we went around to do Emissaries to Malastare. His audition lines can still be heard here, though:

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Thankfully, he had recovered from his ailment by the time Darkness rolled around, and I thought, and still do, that he and the role of Volfe Karkko were a match made in heaven. As inspiration for Karkko's performance, I sent him this video of the Lieutenant in Fallout, originally performed by the late Tony Jay, who is another voice actor who gave the exact sort of voice I pictured Karkko having.

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I don't know if any of this will change your perception of Karkko's voice in the Darkness dub, but it still was fun for me to go over, and I hope you enjoyed learning about it. Your input wasn't offensive at all, in fact, strongly I appreciate it, and I'm happy to learn about different viewpoints in such great detail.

Feel free to message me again anytime!

#star wars #voice acting #star wars: darkness #even piell #roy bunales #volfe karkko #darkness #quinlan vos #aayla secura #dragon ball absalon #captain horenzo

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meerawrites · 11 months

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Share 10 facts about an OC and their significant other

Audrey has so many affairs and significant others both in her canon story and otherwise. So she’s out, for this round. (X)

I just did Catherine, or my “Lady Samedi.”

(X)

On Baron Samedi in Haitian Vodou.

So, the vampire Marian, my self insert and their (ex) boyfriend and best friend, the werewolf Oscar it is!

Thanks again! @arrthurpendragon 💞

1. South Asian, Marian is South Asian and French/Norwegian like myself. But more than 50% brown, also like myself.

2. Marian is bi-gray ace-polyam. Marian is they/she but like myself, prefers they/them to most.

What’s a straight vampire?

3. A follies performer and flapper in the 1920s also an aspiring writer and poet. An all around creative person.

4. My most neurodivergent vampire. Though all my vampires are that way to a degree. But Marian’s canonically autistic-adhd and low needs BPD.

5. Marian’s a part time occult dabbler and has a skill-ish for reading tarot cards. (As do I).

6. Marian is culturally and religiously Hindu, this leads to interesting conversations of philosophy and religion with Catherine (a Vodou practitioner) and Oscar (a catholic) and is in juxtaposition with Audrey, a cultural French Roman Catholic and functional atheist sometimes agnostic.

7. A goth in the modern era, they like post punk and black clothes. (Brown goth playlist).

8. Bobbed hair for eternity because they got turned in the year 1922. Which is very gender, I think. Gabrielle de Lioncourt is jealous.

9. Is old enough to remember the “Great War” but either represses it or geniunely forgetful of the tragedy, for their sanity.

10. Their favourite book is Dracula (1897) by Bram Stoker, they have a particular fondness for Mina.

Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein is a close second. Their favourite modern-ish vampire book the The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice. They want to hug Nicolas and lecture Lestat the bi bastard (affectionate) bluntly but all in good intent. They’d like to meet him! Wouldn’t kiss him though, especially since Catherine already likes Lestat more than Marian personally ‘gets.’

As a side: Audrey is Lestat’s mistress in some universes. 🤷‍♀️ & Catherine a fledgling of Lestat.

Onto Oscar…

He is Latino, born in Texas near Mexico, and also a descendant of Quincey P. Morris of Dracula (1897 fame, or infamy) to some vampires.

He is a werewolf by bloodline rather than biting, a burden he feels a myriad of complex emotions about. (Werewolves overly sarcastic) (lore for werewolves part 1) (part 2)

Cis male (he/him). Bisexual disaster. Polyam (maybe??) (that's not as set in stone as my vampires) - he understandably doesn't like loneliness.

A flirt as a defence mechanism, but it's mostly words and only words, he is not the "Latine lover" trope. It's a trauma response.

Latino and Roman Catholic.

Multi-skilled! A pianist, a gentleman, a cowboy and a skilled sharpshooter and marksman who seldom missed a pistol shot.

As a werewolf he has an extended lifespan and above-average healing abilities. Whilst not immortal in the vampire way it does make one's priorities change and change one's morality a bit. He is willing to die for a cause he believes in, just like his ancestor, Quincey Morris, but if he can stave off the shadow of death, he will.

He has an odd affection for some vampires, which is odd given everything about him. He sees it as many vampires did not ask to be what they are, just as he did not ask for lycanthropy.

Can shift into a werewolf when threatened or attacked, still holds an obligation to Mistress Luna (the moon) as most werewolves do, but he can shift in defence of himself and others.

His relationship(s) with Marian and Catherine is... complicated in an endearing way. They say they are "friends" sometimes they're lovers, and other times they're queer platonic. Mostly they're just bound by fate, regard, mutual respect and queer affection, platonic or not.

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sonnet-of-anarchy · 8 months

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Awh, thanks for the tag @ginevralinton <3

Favourite colour and why? Dark blue or green I’d say. Green because pretty much every shade is beautiful & it reminds me of wood walks, nature, and pretty eyes. Blue has always been my favourite, not really sure why - suppose my middle name sort-of links (Jay, like the bird) but also my Uni is down south so I’m lucky enough to see the sea quite a bit :)

Five comfort movies: Bunny & the Bull, Shaun of the Dead, Bill, The World’s End & Slaughterhouse Rulez

Favourite season and why? Gotta be Autumn. I like crunchy leaves and the colours. It’s the perfect temperature mostly without being freezing or boiling - I can wear my favourite clothes &, honestly, still love Spooky Season :)

Favourite book(s): Dracula by Bram Stoker, Lanny by Max Porter, Carmilla by J.Sheridan LeFanu (to name a few)

favourite aesthetic(s)and why? I believe it’s called ‘fairy grunge’ or the sort of grung-y/ whimsical vibes that cross over whimsigoth and ‘hippie’ - I just like the grounded/nonchalant aesthetic I suppose - suits my lifestyle the most :)

Favourite genre and why? Gotta be horror-comedy, I get a gore fix without the fear of media taking itself too seriously haha. Must admit it’s very hit and miss though - there’s always the fear of ‘shock value’ substituting a good script/ loosening production value with the facade of a ‘it’s supposed to be bad’. THAT BEING SAID there have been a lot of gems that’ve come from this genre.

Favourite clothes style: as above really, any green/brown/grey/black earthy tones. I enjoy cardigans and jumpers, flow-y skirts or baggy jeans - depends where the gender meter is sitting, I suppose. Either way lots of jewellery, crystals, badges, hair product and big boots.

Favourite music genres: suppose it’s ‘indie’ in its vaguest terms, but honestly I switch from the most explicit, rowdy punk to Glen Miller and Frank Sinatra, so

Favourite artists: Gorillaz, Dazey & the Scouts, Madness, The Cure, X-Ray Spex, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Beatles, The Specials, Pavement (etc)

Favourite song(s): Dancing in the Moonlight by Toploader, Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls & Looking Out for You by Joy Again.

Favourite fandoms: BBC Ghosts ofc <3

Hobbies: Writing, what we’ll loosely call drawing, baking, guitar, scrapbooking & photography

Care language you give: honesty it depends, people I’m close with physical touch - but mostly words of affirmation/ acts of service - I spend so long choosing gifts. Like, I might not know the protocol to comfort you but best believe if your sad I’ll write you a fancy letter in the post with trinkets and a wax stamp haha.

Care language you like to receive: Touch. 1000%. Suck at hugs but I’ll gladly walk into you until I’m adequately encapsulated.

Are you an introvert/extrovert/ambivert: introvert, the ‘take up space in the corner because the floor is suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world also I need my headphones now because your voices are punching my brain’ sort. (Potentially also known as neurodiverse).

Morning or night person? My brain’s on a permanent night shift - which isn’t too handy for 9 AM’s, but I can appreciate moonlit walks and herbal tea in bed <3

City, country or suburbs and why? I think suburbs, best of both worlds then.

Favourite time of day and why? Probably 7-8, just enjoy that time of evening :)

Do you have any religious beliefs(don’t have to answer if not comfortable): nah.

What does your ideal family look like to you? It’s me, my boyfriend and whoever else we may meet down the line. Also cats, lots of cats.

Dream future: I’ve finished uni & so has Tommy, I’m recovered and have all the tattoos, piercings, crystals I’ve wanted to get. We live down the south in an Italian-style country house on a hill away from the main village with all our partners & pets. It’s covered in ivy, fairy lights and colours and a huge porch that we can all sit on together with a campfire. We’ve got a garden too full of veg and flowers and herbs.

Dream place to visit: my mate James always fancied Iceland so that’s got me thinking I want to go too!

Favourite type of nature: great orange/brown crunchy woods with little streams & bridges.

Favourite habitat (eg jungle, desert, tundra etc): Forests!

How would you describe yourself in 4 words: Anxious, peaceable, affectionate & imaginative (not to, like, blow my own trumpet haha)

If you could be another thing on earth what would it be: the Trevi Fountain in Rome. I’d have people chucking money at me left, right, and centre!

Favourite type of weather: 15 degrees. Or if we’re being less specific the type of rain I can watch from the window & listen to.

If you could travel anywhere right now where would it be: Brighton. Haven’t been there in a while & I miss it!

Do you have any fears (serious or otherwise): jellyfish, dogs, the sea life centre (specifically the creepy fish in tanks at eye level), failure, abandonment, any form of flying thing be it tennis balls or wasps & colds.

Dream job: if all goes well screenwriting for TV/Film or directing - also teaching, but it would have to be A level or higher so I wouldn’t have to deal with kids who hate the subject. If that fails however I shall take up the position of ‘regional trinket’ anarchic grandpa with a van that looks like something straight out of tank girl.

Would you be a pirate/vampire/cowboy/astronaut/werewolf/wizard/witch/knight/cryptid and why? Guess I’d be a vampire so it’s slightly more socially acceptable to bite things.

(Cheers to anyone who read all of these rambles incidentally)

Tagging @the-boosh-is-loose & anyone else who fancies!! <3

#tagged

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