#vampire and human alike go to visit it

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he looks so vampy in these photos;; i’m so in love

#looks like a vampire from those early 2000’s vampire movies #y’all know what i’m talking about #hongjoong my gothic vampire lover boy <3 #au in which hongjoong is a very old — like centuries old — vampire that enjoys fine art #and owns his exhibit//gallery that hosts the most prestigious pieces #vampire and human alike go to visit it #he’s an artist himself and has a tendency to become infatuated with humans #has many human muses who end up being his temporary lovers #he’s not set out on killing people but a majority of the time his human lovers do not survive #stops engaging with humans for a while before meeting you #you come into his gallery and ofc he’s immediately infatuated #and in the end he finds more than just a muse in you #but true love #but poor guy is too scared you’ll end up like his past lovers…so he tries so hard to stay away #but duh ofc it doesn’t work out he’s hooked on you <333 #you stay with him in his old gothic victorian style mansion #and the sex omfg #vampire hongjoong = the best lover #hongjoong smut #hongjoong hard thoughts #joongie #☕️

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Kawjwjdhjdbdj…. Halloween Twst…

Any thoughts on the dorm’s costumes serving as plot inspirations? Like wandering spirit!Heartslabyul taking you as a live sacrifice but instead of killing you like you thought they take you as a breeding toy <3

OHHHH to be a breeding toy for spooky Heartslabyul lads..... orz if I remember correctly, they're something like gravediggers, yes? Can you imagine in a Victorian setting your lover dies young and while attending their burial you catch sight of strangely dressed men out of the corner of your eye!!! You see them each time you go to visit your lover's grave and leave a fresh bouquet because, for some odd reason, the flowers wither much too quickly. By the sixth visit, you're certain you're being stalked because you keep seeing them. First it's a pair with orange and navy hair. Then it's another much taller man with orange hair. Then a man with green hair. By the end of the week, you encounter a short man with red hair and he's the first of the lot to approach you. You're never seen or heard from again after that. :) (but it's okay because you're spending your afterlife getting railed all the time!!! Everyone wins!)

Or being the captive royal the Savanaclaw pirates have kidnapped from the kingdom in hopes of holding you for ransom. >:) but of course Jack gets too attached to you right away; he's just trying to help you and he promises that, as much as he doesn't agree with Leona's method of doing things, he himself won't hurt you. Jack's an honest pirate...who is now too attached to give you up when the kingdom's willing to pay the amount in order to have you back safe and sound. Ruggie's no different either. At first you were annoying and troublesome when you struggled and tried escaping, but he's grown to like you. Much like Jack, he isn't willing to give you up, not even for the ransom. Instead, he can make a pretty Madol selling the extravagant clothes you're wearing. :) Leona won't complain. You'd look much nicer in one of his shirts or in nothing at all. <3

Or Octavinelle being failed experiments of yours who you were trying to turn human after catching them in your fishing nets. Now they're something of an abomination who you've wrapped tight in plenty of bandages and harnesses to keep limbs and skin from rotting off. Though they once hated you for meddling with their natural biology, they've grown terribly affectionate in the time they've spent with you, obsessively so. In return, you have to allow them to try to turn you into a mer. It's only fair they get to mess with your anatomy after you've done the same to them.

Or maybe you're a beast hunter looking to claim the bounty on a certain werewolf's head! >:) Kalim isn't very elusive; it's Jamil who makes sure he keeps out of the eyes of humans and hunters alike. When you step into their territory, it's Jamil who swiftly captures you. For attempting to take Kalim's life, you'll pay for it with your own...or so Jamil tells you before Kalim laughs the threat away and tells him he ought to be kinder to the guest. Kalim grows to adore you even if you were originally here to kill him. And if you're capable of having pups, he might just have to knock you up to keep you here permanently. Jamil finds he quite likes the idea of forcing domesticity on you, and if you're so heavily pregnant with his pups you won't be able to escape. >:)

Or being trapped in a marriage with vampire king Vil!!!! Maybe you're a stubborn human who refuses to be turned into a vampire and so it's Rook who takes care in preparing your meals. You're served lots of meat-based dishes because Rook is a skilled hunter. If he's not hunting with his bare hands, he's raising his bow and piercing creatures with a precise arrow. Epel provides you with companionship when Vil becomes too frustrated to stand you. He tries convincing you to just let Vil turn you; it'll be much easier for everyone if you just submit to your fate. Of course Epel's still nowhere near as ancient as Vil or Rook, and so he can often be swept up in immature whims, especially when the scent of your blood is so very tempting to a hungry vampire like him...

Headless horseman Idia is still so babygirl... he's scary when he's chasing you on horseback, but then you take the pumpkin head off his suit of armor and you meet the babygirl within!!! <3 You're the first human who is daring enough to look him in the eyes (and also not run in fear from him after seeing his face), and he likes how warm and kind you are, even if he tries to insist that humans are so lame and he'd never want the companionship of one. But he's been lonely for too long and you were so willing to befriend him. Maybe he should just keep you for himself forever...

They say a frightening horned creature dwells deep within the mountains. In order to avoid incurring its wrath, the village offers you as the annual sacrifice. You prepare yourself for death, but it turns out that it isn't just one long. It's a group of them, all living together in a very big cave. Almost like a family... Malleus, Lilia, Sebek, and Silver all fall for you in their own ways. You're so precious and sweet, and eventually you realize they aren't the feared monsters the village portrayed them as. They're actually quite nice to you when they're slyly vilifying humans in order to get you to stay and trust them for all of eternity. :)

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #it is a crime that i rarely talk about halloween twst orz #much like the masquerade event there is so much potential!!! #when twst english gets glorious masquerade event i will not be sane #the amount of screenshots i will take of rollo and masquerade azuzu... too many to quantify i fear

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cornered animal

u guys r such a hivemind. i can respect that. i hear u loud and clear

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"Please, leave me be," Helle said shakily, backing away from their sire as she kept advancing on them. "Have I not complied with all of your requests? Have I not been perfect?"

Lady Marie laughed, a soft sound, almost fond. "Oh, perfect is a very strong word to describe what you are. It is true that you have improved in certain areas, and you are getting better at following orders. But perfect? Perfect is a long way off, pet."

"I am trying my best." Desperation was evident in their voice, and in every move they made. Their room wasn't the most spacious, if it could be called a room at all. Their back soon hit the wall, and they realised they had nowhere to run. "Mistress, please, you really have no reason to torment me further. I understand. I do. I, I apologise for my inability to serve you better, but I will improve more, and you shall have a perfect servant in no time. I promise. Please."

"I have been promised many things in life and death alike," she said thoughtfully, coming to a stop outside of arm's reach. Thank god. "Not many of them kept, now that I think about it. And you, pet, are a practised liar; one of your many great talents, one might say."

"I would not dare lie to you, Mistress," they said hastily. "There was a time when I thought I could fool you, and that time is long past. I know my place, now. You– you have made it very clear." They pressed into the wall even more, and they felt a sudden surge of empathy towards the humans they had been hunting for the past decades. They were all but cornered animals in Lady Marie's world, whether alive or undead didn't matter one bit.

"So why do you think I came to visit you, then?"

Helle didn't know. They wished they had, but they were wrecking their head for any little transgressions they might've committed and coming up empty. "I, I honestly do not know, I thought I was doing an adequate job! If I made a mistake, it was out of ignorance, and I can do better if you tell me how. I am eager to do better for you, Mistress, please, give me a chance. One chance without punishment. Please."

"You are not thinking about the right things. Let me give you a hint, pet: you have done nothing wrong recently that would be deserving of a punishment. Now, try again."

Their head was spinning. They were too stressed to be figuring out Lady Marie's motivations, especially given how unpredictable she could be. If they hadn't made a mistake, then why, why was she in their cell? Why did she have that bloodthirsty smile on her face, why did she look at them like they were prey, why did she come at an hour that usually meant cruel whippings and silver pressed against their tongue?

"I do not– do not have the faintest idea, Mistress," they choked out. "I apologise. I have made so many mistakes in the past, punishments are all I can recall."

"Endearing," she teased. "Well, that all changes tonight! Tonight, you will learn a lesson other than atoning for past actions."

"N-no punishment?" they asked hopefully.

"None at all, dear pet." Despite saying that, her thrall soon came into the room, carrying the silver tipped whip that made their breath hitch.

"No, wait, Mistress, please, I have done nothing wrong, you said it yourself! You said there would be no punishment!" Their panic came back in full force, and they grabbed onto their shirt protectively, ready to hiss and bite and claw at her if she tried to take it. They hadn't made a mistake. No whipping was in order.

"And I am no filthy liar. This is not a punishment, pet." She gestured to the floor, and they dropped to their knees like a puppet on a string. They had done this so many times. This was a punishment, this was how punishments started, she was going to torture them, burn them, whip them bloody. "Tonight you shall learn that I expect unconditional devotion. Sacrifices without any rewards in exchange. Your pain without having done me wrong. That way I know you truly are loyal to me."

"I am," they sobbed. "I am, I am loyal, I– that is why I made no mistakes, that is why I am so careful to serve you to the best of my abilities, that is why–"

"That is why you will take whatever I give you." She glanced down at their shirt, and they couldn't, they couldn't bring themself to take it off and subject themself to another night of agony, not without any reason, not when they hadn't even been expecting it. They thought they were okay. "Will you not?"

Their tears felt especially hot against their permanently cold skin, the only warmth they were allowed to feel anymore apart from the fresh blood they were so rarely gifted. They stared at the whip in her hand, trying to will their trembling hands to comply with her orders and failing. "Please..."

"You see, this is why these nights are so crucial in training arrogant little servants like you. All of you think I should be satisfied with your shallow cooperation, your... performance of obedience. But as soon as serving me becomes a touch more difficult, you are all eager to flee." She stepped closer, and their hold on their shirt tightened even more. "Unconditional devotion is so much more than you could even comprehend right now. But you will learn. I am here to make sure of that."

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Claws and Fangs

The werewolf stretched across the large bearskin rug, the half-moon's pale light draped ethereal across their shoulders. The last several hours had been spent in lazy quiet, the fire in the hearth filling the empty room with warmth and light crackling.

The werewolf hated it.

At the other end of the house, the front door creaked open, jolting them upright with twitching ears and crazed intent. The rug skidded out from their feet as they pushed off down the hall. Even in their human form, they were always dominated by the feral instinct of their condition.

"Fangs!" the werewolf cried, bowling their lover into the entryway table before the vampire could even finish removing their earrings.

"Hey! Hey!" the vampire cried, shoving them back while simultaneously chuckling at the nips and kisses the werewolf littered their face and head with. "Give me some space to breath."

The werewolf reluctantly undraped themselves from the vampires shoulders and stepped a few inches back. "You were gone for ages."

The vampire finished undoing their second earring--a ruby drop on a long gold chain that reached to a cuff on the rim of their ear--and dropped it into the overstuffed jewelry bowl on the tabletop. "Clan gatherings are rather hard to put together when we live so spread apart, so they tend to go long. No one wants to say goodbye first. It's sort of like you're pack."

The werewolf winced.

Sure. Sure, it was like a pack. The werewolf may have never met the vampire's family, but they didn't need to see how close-knit they were to know it was nothing alike. If it were, the vampire wouldn't be here. Or well...perhaps they would, considering, but...well, still. They all lived so separate.

"What?" The vampire's slender index finger traced the furrow in their brow.

"I left my pack. For you."

The vampire's face immediately twisted up in confusion and something akin to defensiveness, amber eyes flashing, teeth just poking out from their under lips. "And?"

"I'm just saying..."

What were they saying? Of course, the vampire should be allowed to visit their family. Did the werewolf want them not to because they were jealous? That was a horribly selfish thing to wish. It wasn't as if they'd been forced to leave their own family. They made a choice.

They just wished they'd known beforehand how it would feel when they left. Like having something amputated--or being something amputated, a mere limb of a bigger whole, useless without the rest of them attached.

It was worse that the vampire's house was so big and solitary and far away from everything. Whenever they left, the werewolf felt like they might go insane from the quiet. That is if the soul-crushing loneliness didn't get them first.

No. Stop it. Their lover was back now; they shouldn't be thinking about this. They should be happy to see them, not upset that they left them behind in the first place.

The vampire raised their brows as the werewolf trailed off. "You're saying...?"

"Maybe you should bring me."

The vampire's breath hitched in their throat. "What?"

The werewolf wasn't exactly sure what that tone meant. Surprise? Offense? Was there a rule against inviting werewolves to inner family gatherings? In any case, they found themselves blabbering a retort.

"I'm with you, so that makes me technically part of the clan. That's how it would work in the pack at least. So, I definitely should be going to clan reunions with you from now on. I mean, I think it would be better that way. I haven't even met your family yet. You sort of met mine; it's not fair if I don't meet yours."

"I don't think that's a good idea," [Vampire] grimaced.

"Because I'm a werewolf...?"

"Because of lots of reasons. Look, I love them, but they're not always great. Why do you even want to meet them? Haven't we been fine on our own?"

"I'm a werewolf without a pack," they said bluntly. "I'm not fine."

The vampire's intense gaze fixed on them, really fixed on them. Maybe it was a vampire thing, but whenever they did that, it made Werewolf's skin crawl, like needles prickling from the inside out instead of from the outside in. They must really be thinking about this. They quickly regretted their statement; the vampire had done a lot for them. It really would be selfish to ask for more.

Suddenly, the vampire scooped them into a bridal carry, evoking a sharp yelp from the werewolf's throat. Despite the werewolf being the bulkier one in the relationship, the vampire was never remiss to remind them who was stronger physically. Luckily the werewolf liked being babied.

"Alright," the vampire said. "If it means that much, you can come."

The werewolf yipped, craning their neck to snuggle beneath the Vampire's chin. They must have snuggled a little too hard though because the vampire groaned softly through their teeth as their mouth was forcefully snapped shut. Instead of letting them back down though, they simply grumbled the next piece of news through the spaces in their molars.

"Since a few of the clan are sticking around a while, the next reunion is in two weeks. I've been pressed to spend an entire weekend. I originally said no so as to not leave you alone, but if you're coming along..."

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" The werewolf couldn't control their excited squirming. If it was the time of the month for a tail, it would be wagging. "I'll be super polite and impressive! Thank you!"

"It's really not that exciting though." They had to readjust the werewolf in their arms to keep them from slipping, also taking the opportunity to tip them back and look directly into their eyes. “I don't want you to be disappointed when it turns out to be a bunch of stuffy old people hanging out."

The werewolf tried not to fall into a drooling daze as they stared into their lover’s hypnotic gaze. They weren’t sure if it was the vampire part or the being totally smitten part, but somehow they were always losing themselves in that molten amber stare.

“You’re only a little stuffy.”

“Oh, really?” The vampire grinned exposing the full glory of his elongated fangs. “Well, you’re only a little chaotic.”

“Only a little? I better step up my game.”

“Don’t push your luck, Claws.”

The vampire nuzzled their face, fangs skimming down their cheek before pressing their mouth with a gentle kiss.

***

The werewolf’s suitcase was nearly packed to overflowing. Mostly because the vampire had stuffed it with about a dozen different changes of clothes that they'd never even seen before, let alone worn.

"Dinner, tea, eveningwear, nightwear," they verbally labeled as they laid out each clothing set.

"What's this?" the werewolf said, picking at a silken charcoal suit complete with an emerald floral vest and tie. The thread making up the design was colored a glimmering gold--or was that real? The werewolf really wouldn’t put it past them.

"Dress clothes. In case we do something fancy."

"Is doing something fancy, likely?"

They already weren't liking the look of that tie. They bet that gold thread was scratchy.

"60/40."

Ok, too much of a chance to convince Vampire it was unnecessary, but perhaps there were other ways to make them ditch it.

“And it’d really matter what I wear? You really change clothes this much when you visit?”

The vampire blinked at them as if they’d just said they planned to walk around the whole visit in the nude.

“Yes.”

“Ok, ok.” The werewolf held their hands up defensively. “I’ll wear the suit.”

And so here they were, a little after 6 o’ clock, hefting their overly large bag into the back of the vampire’s sleek black car. The sun had gone down a little less than an hour ago, and though the windows in the car were all tinted dark to keep out the terrible, deadly blaze of the sun, the vampire still always preferred to drive at night.

"Claws!" the vampire called as they hesitated by the trunk of the car, deciding whether this was actually a terrible idea. They really only had experience with the one vampire. What if this wasn't a cure to their loneliness but a bigger assurance that they were making a mistake?

"Claws!"

The werewolf jolted, quickly slamming the trunk closed and sliding into the passenger seat. "Sorry."

"You ok?"

"Mm. Just nervous."

The vampire laughed lightly, something between amused and nervous. "I'd say don't be but..." They shifted the gear into drive and began the long winding descent from their villa. "Maybe it is best if your guard is a little up this weekend."

The werewolf tipped their head. "You think they're going to hurt me?"

"Physically? No. Emotionally? Well...that depends."

"On what?"

"On how they take it."

"Take what?"

The vampire briefly took their eyes off the leaf-blanketed drive to nod in their direction.

It struck the werewolf like a bag of rocks.

"Wait. You haven't told them about me?"

"I have. Just not...details."

"So my species...?"

"Never came up."

"Ugh!" A low growl vibrated in the werewolf's throat, and they slammed their fists on their knees. "I can't believe you!"

"It wasn't exactly easy to bring up."

"'I'm seeing a lycanthrope.' There. That easy."

The vampire's gloved hands creaked on the steering wheel, amber eyes pinned straight ahead. "You obviously don't understand what it's like for me."

"I told mine."

They weren't certain whether it was meant as an argument or a comfort. Certainly, they understood more than anyone else what it was like to confront one's family with such irregular news. There were reasons vampires and werewolves typically kept to their own kinds. The reaction to their sudden declaration of love hadn't exactly been smooth, but it had been a relief. Having everything in the open was easier than holding their feelings, heavy and secret, to their chest.

"That's different. They weren't actually your family."

The werewolf went rigid. Such a response didn't even merit a growl.

The vampire pressed their toe to the break, coming to a stop in the middle of the pitch black road. Their eyes glinted in the dark as they turned to face them.

"That came out wrong. What I meant was, you weren't born into your family, you were chosen. The expectations are different."

"They expect me to be happy," the werewolf challenged. "Don't yours?"

The vampire sighed deeply, slowly revving the car back up to the speed limit. "It's not that simple."

The werewolf thunked their forehead softly against the passenger window, squinting out at the shapes of trees and bushes. They hated the distinct implication in the air that the vampire had decided they just couldn't understand. And maybe they couldn't. Wasn't it that simple? If someone loved you, they wanted you to be happy. Right? Sure, nothing was perfect, but the foundation was there.

They huffed, their breath clouding up the glass, and closed their eyes, concentrating on the soft hum of the engine and the whir of passing road instead of whether they may have made a mistake.

They must have dozed off because the next time they opened their eyes, they were approaching an enormous black castle, crooked spires stretching toward the wide, haloed moon. Why were vampires so pretentious?

"This is your parent's house?" the werewolf mumbled with a large yawn.

The vampire jolted a little at the sound of their voice before putting out a hand to squeeze their arm, an acknowledgment and an apology wrapped in one. "Summer home. We came all the time as children, but now it's just for reunions."

"Are all vampire families obscenely rich, or is that just a you thing?"

"Shut up," the vampire chuckled, parking along the side of the drive behind three or four other ridiculously pretty vehicles. "You don't live this long without getting some perks."

They popped the door and the werewolf followed them around to the back of the car, stretching their long limbs with each step.

"So how are we doing this? Am I carrying you over the threshold? Go in side by side? A little behind me?"

"Definitely the first one," the werewolf said, accepting their bag. "I don't know, doesn't really matter I guess. They do know I'm coming, right?"

"Yeees."

"Only checking. I guess we could, like, link arms or something?"

"Or just hold hands?"

The werewolf blushed a little. "Yes, that would...be more natural."

"We can link arms if you want."

"No."

"Come on, it wasn't a bad idea."

"No, it's silly."

"It's not silly. Let's do it. "

"I don't want to--"

"It's ok, I just wasn't imagining it right, but if you want--"

"Fine!" The werewolf abruptly hugged the vampire's arm. "How's this?"

The vampire's breath hitched, and when their voice came out it was soft. "It's nice."

The werewolf nodded curtly, making their grip a little tighter as they turned toward the entrance steps. It was suddenly hitting them that they were walking straight into a vampire den. Their original prejudices and anxieties about vampires had been mostly eradicated, but even the most open-minded person would wonder at the wisdom of entering a house full of immortals with the power to crush your skull like an eggshell. Especially when those immortals habitually drank the blood of mortals like them to live.

The vampire placed their hand over the werewolf's knuckles as they approached the double door, cold thumb stroking lightly across the back of their hand. This was fine. They wanted this. They were getting another family. It was fine. Everything was fi--

One of the great wooden doors swung open.

...

I'm sorry to cut this off right at the good part, but this was getting super long and I have no idea when I'll reach another good stopping point. So stay tuned for the family meeting in part two. Also deciding whether to actively call them Claws and Fangs 😂 obviously not their real names but maybe they could acknowledge each other that way. I dunno.

Part Two

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Kane & Jim #40: Better Vermin

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content: vampire whumpee, captivity, begging, broken bones

very short lil chapter!

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The rat had been coming down into the bowels of the hunters’ compound for weeks, now. Kane was sure it was the same rat each time. He had little to entertain himself with in the scarce moments when he was not otherwise occupied with torture or exhausted sleep, and the rat was a welcome distraction from his miserable life.

Kane watched the little creature scurry around the hall. It never came when the hunters were here. He supposed he and the rat were alike in that way, both afraid of humans. It was probably hungry, too. He could empathize. He wished he had something to offer it.

That day, as he laid in his corner, the rat pattered into his cell. That was the first time it had done so.

Cautiously, slowly, he sat up. The rat paused a moment, then continued sniffing around the cell.

Kane extended a hand. The old him would have never done such a thing. The old him would have turned his nose up at such a creature. Vermin. But he was vermin too, now, and he longed desperately for any kind of connection not steeped in hostility and fear.

The rat did not approach him, briefly exploring the other side of the cell before exiting through the bars. Kane laid back down, alone once again.

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That was far from the last time the rat visited him, crawling effortlessly between the silver bars, something Kane could never hope to do. After several tries extending his hand, the rat finally deigned to venture over and give his finger a sniff.

“Hello, there.” Kane whispered, eyes sparkling. The rat stopped sniffing and drew closer, seemingly content to label him a non-threat. Funny how it was so much more vulnerable than the humans, yet the only one who didn’t see him as a monster.

He gently ran his fingers over the rat’s pelt, making sure to move slowly so as not to scare it. He understood fear. Tears pooled in his eyes when the rat allowed him to do so, seeming to enjoy the petting.

The rat didn’t know about his crimes. It would never judge him for the man he used to be. He didn’t have to fight for a second chance. The rat simply accepted him as he was.

When it eventually scurried back out through the silver bars, Kane wished more than ever that he could follow it. Small enough to fit through, with skin that wouldn’t burn if he tried. If only he were the right kind of vermin.

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The rat kept returning, becoming the highlight of Kane’s life, the only thing in his little world that wasn’t horrible. He cherished it more than anything. He wished he had something to offer it in return for its companionship, something more than petting, but he wasn’t in possession of anything an animal could eat.

Unfortunately, it seemed he’d gotten the little creature too comfortable. He spotted it padding across the floor while a duo of hunters debated what torment to enact on him next, his blood running cold at the sight.

Go away. Leave, little one. Don’t let them hurt you, too. I couldn’t bear it if they hurt you. Please, please leave. Kane prayed silently.

To his dismay, he wasn’t the only one who noticed it.

“Fuck, there’s a rat down here.” one of the hunters complained.

“Yeah, we should probably do something about that.” the one holding the whip agreed. “If they’re down here, they’ll get upstairs soon enough, and that’s a whole issue. I’ll call an exterminator.”

“NO!” Kane screamed. Exterminator. Exterminator. They’re going to exterminate it. “Please, please don’t hurt it! I’ll do anything!”

The rat startled at his volume, and Kane watched as it ran to the other side of the hall. Please get away. Please please please.

“Oh, that’s hilarious. The leech made friends with a rat. Guess vermin stick together, huh?” the one who offered to call the exterminator mocked.

Kane nodded, whimpering. “Please, sir. Please don’t hurt it, please.”

“Shut the fuck up, parasite, we’re not gonna hurt the damn rat. Unlike you, it’s innocent.” The other hunter kicked him in the side, and Kane keened as the boot’s impact aggravated his broken ribs.

“Th-thank you, sir. Thank you, thank you.” Kane babbled.

“I’m gonna try and take it outside.” the hunter continued. Kane watched with bated breath as the hunter cornered the rat, whose entrance and exit was apparently not in the area it had been startled into, before grabbing it. The rat squeaked in protest, and Kane could practically feel its fear, like their hearts were connected.

“Please don’t hurt it, sir!” Kane pleaded again, his anxiety flared now that the hunter held it in his cruel hands. “I’m b-better for hurting, please, I’ll do anything, please don’t!”

“Fucking chill out, I won’t.” the hunter snapped, disappearing upstairs with Kane’s only companion.

He startled as the remaining hunter snapped the whip. “Now, where were we?”

-

Kane didn’t see the rat again. Weeks later, he overheard a hunter mention a hole being sealed up, confirming his fears. The rat no longer had a way to access the inside of the building.

He was alone.

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Love Song for a Vampire Pt.16

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan, Jacob Black x Bella Swan

Warnings: break up?

Words: 2168

Summary: Sam calls a pack meeting with surprise guests.

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Edward could smell (y/n)'s scent leaving. If he had any real use of his lungs, he would very much like to fill them with her fragrance. He strains his mind in another attempt to read (y/n)'s thoughts. Still nothing. Maybe he should just accept the fact that he would never again be able to read her inner thoughts again. He was so unsure of himself though. Edward craved for some sort of guidance in his situation. Carlisle, though he had proved to be a father figure many times before, could offer no help to his adoptive son. What did he know about wavering feelings? Carlisle from the beginning was set on marrying Esme when he reunited with her at the tender mortal age of twenty-six. His love for Bella, Edward thought, had been confirmed in Italy when she came to save him. He thought it miraculous. At that moment he had certainly been convinced that he would readily make Bella his wife.

Returning his focus back to Bella who was resting in his bed, Edward placed his chilled hand to her cheek. She was always remarkably pale even for a human but now her tone was truly bleached sheet white. He damns himself for not being fast enough to find her. Not given Victoria the time to use Bella's unique blood to feed her troops.

"Edward?"

He smiled. "How are you feeling?"

Groggy and careful in sitting up, her brown eyes have regained their lifeful shine. Bella practices in opening her dry mouth. Edward helped her drink some water to that she may speak. "I'm fine. A bit exhausted, but fine."

Where did he begin to apologize for his blunders. Allowing harm to come to Bella once again. He could only imagine the earful he would rightfully be receiving from Charlie once he saw his only child in such a state. perhaps he would even use that rifle of his and shoot at Edward although Charlie knew now that his daughter's boyfriend was not human. Hadn't been for a long time.

Bella, however, saved him from his never ending apologies. "I know I didn't leave on good terms with you." Her gaze is curiously fixated on her thin finger, unconsciously rubbing her left ring finger. Did she regret giving back his mother's ring? "And when I was stuck with the newborns. . . I had a lot of time to think about us."

Edward didn't like the way her tone dropped. It sounded like the end. "And?"

Finally, glossy tear glazed eyes turn up. She seemed so lost and sure of what was to come next. Her chapped bottom lip trembled. "I love you. More than I have with anyone else. But it's not enough. You said you don't love (y/n), but that won't stop what fate has written for you. In the end I'm just a human. I've heard what it's done to Sam and Leah." Even if their romantic relationship was ending, Bella needed Edward in her life. She didn't want to end up like bitter Leah. She couldn't go back to her normal human life knowing there were things such as werewolves and vampires that exist in the world. Walking among humans, them being none the wiser.

The Volturi's visit lingered in the back of his mind. "Do you not want me to turn you anymore?"

She's quiet before asking "What are the chances, if you do turn me, of me becoming like Victoria's newborns? Driven completely by blood lust and unable to think rationally. . . ?"

All newborns were alike in that manner. Born hungry, it was a constant chant of blood, blood, blood that helped newborns survive in their first few months. Eventually many grew out of their "infant" phase. Others. . . Others became like James, like Victoria. Even like Edward had been when he experimented with drinking human blood.

"You'll have us." He didn't really answer her question.

"Not anymore. . . Edward, I-I just can't be with you. Not if you'll end up with (y/n). And you will. that's how imprinting works."

"Bella-"'

"Even (y/n) tried to cut the tie of fate! Her and Sam almost go themselves killed." Her volume had risen, starling Edward. "That's what happens to people who try to change the predestined. I. . . Don't want to make things more difficult than they need be. Ha, I've already made things complicated. I don't want to do that anymore." Quickly the tears spilled forward and Bella was unable to hide them in time. It was breaking her heart.

Breaking his heart. That ice cold thing in his chest that hadn't beat in over a century. With Bella, there had been a love inside him like no other. From the moment he saw her in the cafeteria, catching the golden scent of a singer. The pain he had felt, thinking he had lost her, reminded him that Edward wasn't a numb being. He could still experience love, loss, pain and a plethora of other emotions humans experienced on a daily basis.

She had helped him to live again and not just simply exist in the shadows. He didn't want this to be the end. Not when he still loved her.

And what would the Volturi do to her when they found out Bella had change her mind about becoming a vampire?

There was so much he wanted to say. On the tip of his tongue lingered the refusal to break up with her. The lie that heavily weighed on his tongue that Edward wasn't in love with the wolf girl. It was impossible, right? He had hardly spent any time with her. Hardly knew the girl! Yet. . . Oh. . . he couldn't deny the delightful way she smiled, the way (y/n) understood him in a way that Bella could never. The way she was so self-aware and honest. And. .. Well, there was something primal as well in the attraction he was beginning to develop for her.

All he could do though was hold Bella in his arms as she wept.

***

The sun had already started to make its sloth-like way up into the sky, dispersing the gray of pre-dawn. Thankfully you found your parents still very much asleep. Gliding back to your room you close the door as quietly as possible so to not jar your parents awake. They were none the wiser of the danger you had been in and you would like to keep it that way. It could very well make your mother's hair go completely white with horror.

Small wounds you had received would prove difficult to explain to them. There was one that sliced from your shoulder to the edge of the skin above your scapula. Several slashes decorated your right forearm, still pink and irritated. You couldn't say that you took a terrible tumble. The wounds looked like they had been made from fingers. No easy explanation for that unless you convinced them that it had been caused by the other wolves. They knew what friendly scuffles amongst pack mates looked like.

Even now as you stretched your muscles out, the wounds open and bleed. Sharp and stinging, you suppress the hiss that nearly escapes you. Reminding yourself that by nightfall they would be healed, the last remnants of the battle with the newborns would be only scars.

Adrenaline remnants were still floating in your system, sleep evaded you as a result. You instead stare wide eyed up at the ceiling until the morning light finally breaks past your curtain.

Ebbing at you was exhaustion, red and bleary eyes trying their best to remain open. Not that closing them had done much help. The battle continuously replayed in your head.

Edward's body behind you.

The crunching of a newborn's neck.

Snow disorienting your senses.

Bella's blood drifting in the wild wind.

So vivid that you were nearly transported back to the battlefield. To the cacophony of madness that had lured out your inner animal. Partially scaring you had been that powerful feeling when you ripped apart a newborn. It made your blood sing in a away you had never experienced before.

An aggressive spirit had taken hold of you, and you liked the power it gave you. You had felt like a goddess of war.

Even cleaning and hiding your wounds did little to stop the shock on your mom and dad's face when you sit down for breakfast. Not getting much sleep was taking its toll on you. Reaching for your box of cereal that had already been kindly put out for you on the table, your arm knocked over a glass of orange juice.

"Shoot, sorry pop." Bustling with paper towels, your mom is faster at cleaning it up. Your movements were delayed, sluggish in a manner that was obvious.

Your dad, having only been partially splashed, regards you with that concerned parent look. "Did you not sleep well last night?"

"Not really. . . But I'm okay. I have to go over to Sam's for pack business." Rubbing your burning eyes, you couldn't imagine that much business would be discussed. The battle had been won. You could continue on with your life.

Well maybe after that you can come home and take a nap." Your mom suggested, placing her hand on your cheek. "You look exhausted, (y/n)."

Meekly smiling, you agree to return after Sam's. Maybe you'll actually be able to sleep this time.

You just had to survive this gathering.

Unfortunately you seemed to have shown up to a party. Sam and Emily's cars were accompanied by two others and Chief Swan's patrol vehicle.

Colin and Seth spoke in a hushed tone on the porch. On the steps was Jacob, Embry and Quil.

"What's going on?"

Neither boy jumped at the opportunity to explain to you. Jacob sighs, taking it upon himself. "The elders and Chief Swan were asked to come personally by Sam. He's waiting until everyone is here to explain."

Quil checks his phone. "I don't know why. Everyone in the pack is here."

Partially embarrassed by being the last one to arrive, you push it aside as curiosity took its place. Who else was Sam waiting for? You speak your question and everyone in the trio shrugs. Quil who had been holding an aluminum energy drink finishes it off with a dissatisfied sigh. From the way his eyelids were still drooping, you surmised it did little to help with his exhaustion.

"Alright you guys, get inside." Jared says, sticking his head out from the front screen door. He made Colin and Seth jump from the suddenness of his order and they scurry to get past him and inside.

"Hey Jared, who are we even waiting for anyone?" Jacob pipes up.

"Well if you get inside you'll have the answer to your question."

All of you grumble, unsatisfied by his vagueness but file in one after the other. Sam's house had never been big, no house in La Push was. The living room was filled to the brim and you squeeze your way behind the couch where the elders at across from a grave face Charlie Swan who had most likely seen better days. Had he visited Bella yet? You couldn't imagine the distress he had been going through since Bella's kidnapping.

"Nearly complete. We just need to wait for the Cullens."

That caused a rush of murmurs bouncing off the wall.

Cullens?

Eryld pales and you see him turn his head to check the reaction of his fellow elders. "Cullens?"

Sue who had her hands on Billy's wheelchair looks down at him with a pinch of fear.

Glen shifts uncomfortably next to Eryld. "What are you up to, Sam? You know the treaty-"

"The treaty is exactly why I have gathered us all here." Sam says firmly. His dark eyes land on you. "There are more monsters in this world. Vampires and other creatures alike. We can't turn a blind eye to them and we can't fight them alone. Plus, now our pack and the Cullens have a bridge. A bridge between wolf and vampire. (y/n)."

On cue, the sound of multiple sets of tires pull up into the Ueley property. Everyone went rigid and those who were near the windows peered out. No one knew how this meeting would conclude.

Charlie clears his throat and stands up. As somewhat neutral territory, he opens the front door and waits for the Cullens to get out of their cars. Your palms produced a film of sweat on them in mere seconds when you caught a whiff of Edward and the rest of his family. Quietly he greets Carlisle before stepping aside to let them in. Only Esme was not present and you guessed it was so she could keep an eye on a recuperating Bella. While most of the Cullens did their best to resist the urge to scrunch up their nose at the smell of so many wolves in one place, Rosalie failed to hide her distaste.

"Now we can begin."

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SaGa Emerald Beyond announced for PS5, PS4, Switch, PC, iOS, and Android

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Square Enix has announced SaGa Emerald Beyond for PlayStation 5, PlayStation 4, Switch, PC, iOS, and Android. It will launch digitally in early 2024 worldwide.

Here is the official press release information:

SaGa Emerald Beyond is an all-new original adventure in the acclaimed SaGa RPG franchise. Featuring music from iconic series composer Kenji Ito and artwork from acclaimed illustrator Satoshi Kuramochi, SaGa Emerald Beyond brings together the core combat and free-form scenario elements of the beloved RPG franchise to deliver the ultimate SaGa experience to fans and newcomers alike. SaGa Emerald Beyond features an eclectic cast of heroes from vastly different worlds, with five distinct and dramatic stories to experience. Players will select any of the six protagonists to begin their story with, and guided by mysterious emerald waves, will explore 17 strikingly beautiful worlds where you can meet a diverse cast of races, including monsters, mechs, and vampires, forging their own story. SaGa Emerald Beyond expands on the free-form scenario system the SaGa franchise is renowned for, offering the player the greatest amount of freedom to shape their own story to date, with each tale branching outwards based on their choices and actions. The game also features strategic turn-based combat system, offering the best iteration of the SaGa franchise’s combat. Players can choose to begin their story as one of the following protagonists. Each possesses the rare ability to see emerald waves that present choices of their destinies:

Tsunanori Mido – A man who can manipulate kugutsu, or animated puppets, which protect the barrier around his home, Miyako City. When the city is plagued by all kinds of supernatural phenomena, Tsunanori embarks on a journey to other worlds to find four elemental spirits in order to restore order to the spiritual realm.

Ameya – A witch-in-training who visits Miyako City and lives in secret as a schoolgirl as a part of her graduation exam. After Ameya is attacked by an unknown man, she loses practically all of her magical power and must find a way to regain what was lost and pass her final exam.

Siugnas – An immortal vampire who rules over Yomi, a world shrouded in darkness, as the Dismal King. However, after being betrayed and driven from his throne, Siugnas finds himself in Brighthome—the gathering place of dead warriors—and must set out on a journey to recover his powers alongside the other warriors in his squadron.

Diva No.5 – A songstress mech designed to sing and dance from the world of Avalon. After singing a forbidden song, however, Diva’s memory and singing functionality are sealed away, causing her to lose her livelihood and music itself. In her despair, Diva discards her “human” body and, going with the flow, accepts an invitation from a secret society, leaving Avalon behind.

Bonnie and Formina – Two new recruits and partners on the Capitol City police force who are investigating an assassination attempt on the President. With a key person of interest’s claim that the president is a traitor and a mysterious triangle piece as their only clues, they set off on a journey through other worlds to uncover the hidden truth behind the incident.

And here is the game’s store description:

About

The latest standalone entry in the SaGa franchise, SaGa Emerald Beyond, brings together the very best elements of the beloved series to offer each player their own unique gameplay experience. Make use of glimmers and combos in battle; meet a diverse cast of races, including monsters, mechs, and vampires; and experience your very own story, created through your choices and actions.

Distant Worlds Woven Together

Travel to 17 unique worlds from the Junction, either led by the hand of destiny or by a path forged by your own choices. Discover the completely different cultures and landscapes, ranging from a densly developed forest of skyscrapers and a green and lucious habitat covered in plantlife to a world governed by five witches, or one ruled by vampires–just to name a few of the distict settings.

An Eclectic Cast of Protagonists

Six leading characters, all from diverse backgrounds and with vastly different goals, set out on their journey in five unique story arcs. They venture to the myriad of worlds for their very personal reasons: One, a human on a mission to protect the barrier defending his city; another, a witch trying to regain her lost magic while maintaining her disguise as a schoolgirl; and yet another, a vampire lord out to regain his crown and reclaim the throne as the rightful king of his world. Even Selecting the same protagonist for a second—or third or fourth—playthrough will lead to completely new events and stories, a completely fresh path and experience.

A Story of Your Very Own Making

SaGa Emerald Beyond has the greatest number of branching plots of any game in the SaGa series. The story branches abundantly depending on your choices and actions. Every time you visit a world, the story will evolve, allowing the protagonist and player alike to discover new possibilities. As the story unfolds in this way it becomes a tale all your own, not only affecting the path you walk but also the multiple potential endings that await each protagonist.

Battles where a Single Choice Can Change Everything

SaGa Emerald Beyond further refines the highly strategic Timeline Battles the SaGa franchise has been long renowned for. With series mainstays such as the skill to spontaneous acquire abilities through the Glimmer system, tactical ally placement known as Formations, and United Attacks that enable individual skills to connect together to form devastating chain attacks, it offers the best iteration of SaGa‘s turn-based combat to date. The new combat system adds more drama than ever before, allowing you to support party members, interrupt enemy actions, and use United Attacks by strategically manipulating the order of ally actions. The characters that join you, the weapons you wield, your party formation, and your tactics in battle—everything is up to you!

Watch the announcement trailer below. View the first screenshots at the gallery. Visit the official website here.

Announce Trailer

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Chpt. 7 - Witch With A B

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: None in particular. 

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Your trudging through the snow is, as it always fucking is, miserable. Asa is in your arms again, because he can't walk with the rotting affecting him. He's chewing on a cooked piece of rabbit, silent as he watches you suffer.

And, shit, you are suffering.

As if God himself has come down from the heavens just to make you a little more miserable, the snow falls harder. White powder catches on your eyelashes, and you rapidly blink away the distraction. Your hands burn with the freezing air, the pressure you put on them after being literally impaled is not helping much. You were surprised they hadn't fallen off, from frostbite, infection or some other malignant disease.

Still, you trudged on. You were close to the hag's new hideout now, you'd started to see signs of her work in the woods around you. Hanging talismans, runes carved into tree trunks, an uncomfortable amount of skeletal carcases. You didn't know what half the things she did meant, but you knew they made everyone uncomfortable. Human and vampire alike.

The first part was probably intentional, the second part not so much. She'd welcome any vampire into her abode, and probably thought the bodies were welcoming. You wouldn't tell her they weren't, because you wouldn't like to bump into a blood-sucker on one of your visits. They fucking sucked well enough already.

The rustling of wood and feathers behind your ear draws your attention, and you huff. Looking over your shoulder you find Asa playing with your arrows, chewing on both feathered edges and rabbit bone.

"Asa, I told you to stop playing with those. They're dangerous," you chide, and he barely gives you a glance before going back to his incredibly fatal playtime. You sigh, shifting his head to your other side. He goes to cry, but the start of his wail is stopped by your stumbling.

He pauses, sniffing the air, and says-

"You're bleeding, Baba."

You take a deep breath of biting air at his words. That's probably why your hands hurt so much. Your wounds had reopened, and you were running out of bandages and disinfectant. Fuck, you don't know what to do.

You take another breath, like that'll make this all easier. Pausing in the wintery woods, you slowly let Asa down. The snow creaks under his boots, and you watch fang dig deep into bone. He leaves little bite marks along the side of it, another casual show of his supernatural power.

"Thanks for pointing that out, baby," you say, unwrapping your hands slowly from his little form. He pouts, but doesn't complain. You sometimes wish he would more, but not today. Today you were thankful for his careful silence, watching you like a hawk.

Looking down at your hands, you can see your bandages have cleanly bled through. You sigh at all the blood, wondering how much longer Asa could last before he had... an episode. If that's what you could call it, but you knew the true term the vampires used.

'Bloodlust.'

It was something you staved off with lots of raw meat and filling human food, but you were all too aware of the red eyes that followed your movements. Asa didn't want to hurt you, and you had faith in that above all else.

You didn't have faith in a child's self control, however.

After all, your blood was delicious, that's what he always said, anyway.

A crunch in the snow has your head whipping upwards, but when Asa doesn't pay the newcomer any attention, your shoulder's relax. Through the snow you see a familiar figure, a hunched crone with a staff in one wrinkled, many ringed hand. The woman you'd been looking for had come to greet the two of you herself. You feel a tired smile tug at your lips when you hear Asa's low growl.

Asa isn't scared of her, but he certainly doesn't like her, moving to shuffle behind you.

"My, my, is that you again, podzhigatel'?" the familiar Russian nickname falls from her lips, and you can't help the small flare of pride with the title. You had many nicknames, but this was your favourite. 'Hunter' didn't speak to your accomplishments, but the word the witch spoke did.

Arsonist. That's what it meant. Even if she spits it with disgust, you choose to take it as a compliment.

The crone's eyes flicker down past your legs to where Asa hides, and she gives him a grin with missing teeth. He hisses at her, reminding you faintly of the street cats you used to feed. Ah, damn this old bitch. She brought far too many memories with her sweeping robes and wicked grins.

"And malen'koye sokrovishche too, of course!" she reaches the hand not holding the staff out to Asa, but you slap it away.

She looks up, the smile she wore dropping into a scowl. You return her glare, knowing not to let this crazy woman a single step closer to you son. She leans back at this, giving an eye roll as she stretches to her full height. Or well, what she can, at least.

"Do you have anything for me today, or are you just here to eat my food and take up space?" she asks you, and you hide your wince. Your deal with the Witch of the North was a simple one. She helped you with Asa and all of his quirks, and you gave her... supplies.

Fresh ones, usually.

"...Rogues are skittish, an Abomination has been roaming," you reply, and she scoffs at that.

"They always are at this time of year. Your excuses are getting worse. Any blood?"

You bite into your lip, shaking your head.

She places her hands on the staff, nodding her head in a mocking way. This hag had never once cared for your life, and simply saw Asa as a way of furthering her goals. You didn't think she knew what empathy was.

"And you still won't give me the boy?"

In seconds you have a knife to her throat, rage burning in your chest. She laughs, waving her hand like you're old friends, not someone about to be slain and the slayer. She gives you a wink and says-

"I'd put that down if I were you. You well know I'm the only one who can help you - for whatever idiotic reason you've come here again," she croons, and you clench your jaw so tight that your ears ring. Still, you drop the blade to your side, not holstering it away just yet.

"I'll do it one day," you promise, and she claps her hands together, giggling.

"I hope you do! The great Hunter chasing me down and slaughtering me? My, it'd be a memory I'd cherish even in death!" she said with all the cheer of someone who had actually completely lost their mind. She was almost as irritating as Creel, and the only reason he was ahead of her was because of his simple obliviousness to how annoying he was.

You huff, shaking your head.

"I don't have anything to pay you," you say, and you suppress the shudder that rolls through you at the cunning grin she offers in return. She reaches her hand out again, palm splayed upwards to the falling snow.

"A debt then?"

Now, you weren't stupid. Debts were in the realm of the other, and the witch wasn't just called that for show. She had powers you didn't understand, and they terrified you. Her magic was closely intertwined with the same magic the blood-suckers used. Debts, truths and lies, names... All of it she wielded tight in her grasp.

An open ended debt was truly open ended. You would have to pay it back, you would be physically forced to by something you, human you, could never truly understand.

You were no fool. But you were desperate, and sometimes that was the same thing.

You take her hand, and with the other pull down your collar, showing the faded mark on your neck. In between the scars from the teeth digging into your skin shines a faint mark, almost glowing in the afternoon light.

The witch gasps, a delighted smile stretching over her cracked lips.

The inside of the Witch's house was as miserable as always. Rotted wood and foetid air, not to mention the miserable cold. The hag pushes at your back, shoving you further into the darkness. She takes a box of matches from her pocket and moves around the room, lighting a litany of candles. The warm glow doesn't make the space any more comfortable, revealing the interior of her hut.

Considering she moved so often it was a wonder why she always chose the most miserable places to shack up. You think it's a matter of aesthetics in this case. After all, a nice abandoned mansion wouldn't fit her jars of organs and fanged skulls.

She ushers you towards the table in the middle of the room, where you take a seat, pulling Asa into your lap. The crone takes to the back of the room, pulling dried herbs and strange salves from her shelves.

"So, who's the man of the hour? Or a woman perhaps? I don't know much about vampire proclivities when it comes to their fated-partners," she asks over her shoulder, and you wince. You weren't interested in telling her the details, merely in finding a way to get this mark off you.

You'd have carved a chunk out of your neck if you thought it would do anything, but the other humans you'd seen forced into this who'd tried that had just seen the mark pop up somewhere else on their skin. It was similar to a curse in that respect. And other ways too.

Because now that vampire would inevitably track you down, no matter where you ran. You didn't quite understand how the mark worked, but from what you did get, it seemed to almost have a compass-like system in it. He'd know whichever direction you were in at all times, as if you were his true north.

"That's none of your business," you cooly answer, and she grunts an answer.

"So be it. Blood sample, dearie?" she shrugs off your standoffish ways without a care, and you eye the needle in her hand. Your shoulders tense, your teeth dig into the skin inside your mouth, and you hear Asa growl. You take a deep breath, grounding yourself with the scent of mould and earth. The witch watches you with a predator-like curiosity, and that doesn't help your anxiety.

Calm down. Relax, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax-relaxrelaxrelaxrelaxrelax-

You weren't there. You weren't inside the Walls. Gradually, your shoulders drift from where they were bunched up beside your ears, and you summon the balls to continue this unpleasant conversation.

"Is that one new?" you ask.

She grins, reaching her other hand out for you to offer your arm. You don't, simply staring at her in waiting. After a moment her grins falls into a wicked scowl.

"You know I treat you with the utmost care. Frankly, I'm hurt by your actions, podzhigatel."

You give her a disapproving look, tucking Asa tighter in your grasp.

"You have a seventy percent mortality rate, witch," you reply, and she laughs, shaking her head.

"But I do not care about those patients! You, however, are as precious as our little treasure here!" she coos at Asa, wiggling her old fingers at him, and you wonder if he's going to try and bite her finger off. When he lunges forward, teeth sharp, you don't protest. You do sag a little when the crone manages to make sure she doesn't lose a digit, darting backwards.

Well, her words do seem true. Still, you don't offer your arm, and Asa doesn't offer any extra of your space.

She sighs, looking at you like you're a petulant child. You resist the urge to roll your eyes, knowing you've been doing it far too much lately. Maybe they'll roll into the back of your skull and get stuck one day.

You think Creel will be the one to doom you to such a fate.

"Yes, yes, yes. You stupid thing, of course it's a new needle. I can't have you dying of a blood disease off somewhere in the middle of the woods, can I? Especially not now with..." her words trail off, eyes naturally flowing to the hidden juncture of your neck. You hate how giddy she is about it, but there's literally no one else to go to, so here you were.

Extending your arm, averting your eyes from the syringe.

The tiny pin-prick in your arm is infinitesimally small compared to the rest of the pain you've experienced in the past few days, yet it feels like the worst you've experienced in your life. It doesn't make any sense, but it doesn't need to. Creel often talked to you about the affects of trauma in his gang, and he'd once even whispered to you about the nightmares that plagued his sleep. You knew why it was.

That didn't mean you didn't fucking hate this weakness, that you didn't hate the fact you couldn't lash out and kill this evil fucking bitch. That you didn't hate the memories that flick past you like one of the DVDs you and Asa sometimes find.

That you didn't hate the sight of white sterile walls and blood drips, the lines of weathered, weak humans ready to be harvested like livestock.

"All done!" the crone chirps, and you feel the words like a slap. You blink away visions of things that aren't there, head lightly craning as you get a feel for where you are. You're breathing heavily, and Asa is whining into your arms. You strangle down a rope around your fear, hand curling through his golden locks to reassure both him and you.

That you aren't there. Not any more.

She gives the blood a delicate look, hums approvingly, and turns to the rest of her workshop. She starts to assemble the gathering of herbs and your blood, pulling them over to the table which you sit at so the two of you can watch. She's that type of person after all.

Plucking apart leaves and grinding floral herbs in her mortar, she, unfortunately, opens her mouth again.

"So? Are you going to tell me about the bonding, podzhigatel?" she asks without looking up at you, going about her task in a surprisingly methodical manner. If she didn't you would never come to her, but it still shocks you every time she starts one of her spells.

She doesn't seem like a competent person, but everyone has their things, you suppose.

"Will that be necessary?" you ask with a grimace, and she tilts her head to the side, making a grand show of thinking. We all do it, woman.

"Yes, actually. I do think it will be. A bond is something even I don't quite understand, much less those fools locked inside their towers. It's a very personal thing, a welding of two souls-"

"Okay, that's enough," you cut her off, and she cackles.

"Was it not very romantic, dearie? I can't imagine someone like the great Hunter would be very willing to let a vampire bite them," she says, snickering at the very thought. No, you wouldn't call that regrettable meeting 'romantic'. Not that you knew what that was, of course, but you still didn't get butterflies in your stomach thinking about the way your home had been ransacked and you'd nearly been killed or enslaved.

No, that wasn't your idea of romantic.

"There were two of them," is the first thing you say, and even that makes the witch pause.

"Truly?"

You tilt your head to the side, analysing her suddenly shifty expression. You didn't like the look of curiosity on her face on a good day, and especially on a day like this one.

"Yes. One of them was the one who..." you gesture vaguely at your neck, and the hag seems even more interested.

"The other didn't bite you?" she asks, dropping a handful of garlic flowers into the mixture.

You think back, but can't remember if he did. You don't think he did, at least. But your memories were hazy, as was common with extreme blood loss.

"I can't recall if he did," you answer, and she hums under her breath. She makes a waving hand gesture, telling you to get on with what you did remember of the story.

"They were both elder vampires. I don't know how I managed to fool them, but for a while they thought I was a vampire too."

"Probably the scent of their soulmate messing with their heads," she says, her words muttered like she's thinking outloud. You frown, knowing that can't be it because only one - a flash of silver hair in your mind - marked you. And you knew enough about soulmates that you only got one of those, not two.

"But only one of them marked me."

She hums again, tilting your blood into the mixture now. Only a few drops fall in, but a wifty, dark smoke seems to travel upwards from the mortar. It looks like a black smoke, but you know it's something unnatural, and you have to suppress a shiver at the sight.

"My mistake, then. You must've gotten very lucky. Keep going, podzhigatel, I'm interested now."

Her response makes you unnerved, but you can't quite spot why. So instead, you continue on with your tale.

"I lured them towards where my best traps were, and then it's sort of... blank. I can't remember much else, but I know Creel saved us and one of them... bit my neck," you finish, and a glazed look falls over the hag's eyes. You wait for her to say something, but as you do, her eyes slowly grow white, and you realise something strange is happening here. Her eyelids flutter closed, and your shoulder's tense, something niggling at the bottom of your spine. Her eyes snap open.

"Duck."

And then, the roof caves in.

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NEXT CHAPTER

#the bow and the arrow yandere x reader yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere story #oc x reader #yandere oc x reader gender neutral reader

[pyrolitheus]

Examples of Disabled Cryptids

Vampire: even more sensitive to sun than usual for vampires, unable to go out at night without protective coverings if there is a moon up because, after all, moonlight is just reflected sunlight. Every month the new moon is a big deal. Gains an anxiety disorder over trying to maximize the freedom new moons offer.

Bigfoot: Only one foot is big. The other foot is regular human-sized. Wears a prosthetic that's supposed to make walking easier by making both soles the same length but is uncertain whether it helps.

Unicorn: Has no horn and is constantly mistaken for a horse by other unicorns but not by horses.

Loch Ness Monster: Actually really wants to be seen but is essentially invisible due to the species being almost entirely transparent. Tries to cover self with mud for the tourist cameras but it washes off real fast; all the terrible pictures out there are actually of this specific one thinking "surely it will work this time."

Mothman: Happens to have lepidopterophobia (fear of moths and butterflies), and therefore lives in a home devoid of mirrors, which means vampires tend to feel comfortable visiting (when invited, of course). Is fine with this because hemolymph is unappetizing to vampires so it's perfectly safe to have them over...clearly has no idea what else vampires are capable of....

Werewolf: Only able to take human form during a full moon; derogatorily referred to as a "reverse werewolf" by weres and humans alike at first. Leans into it and gets a day job in wolf form, which causes a stir at first but ultimately elevates the rights and dignity of werewolves everywhere.

Jackalope: Grows moose antlers instead of antelope antlers; the weight and size makes it impossible to move without mobility devices supporting the antlers on each side.

Crab: Can read minds but is not telepathic, meaning, cannot send messages by mind. Relies on interpretive crab dance to communicate.

#cryptid #disability #disabled cryptids #cryptids #vampires #unicorns #big foot #loch ness monster #mothman #werewolf #jackalope #crabs #crabs as cryptids

[danco110]

“I still don’t like that statue. Quite demeaning of us angels.”

“Aw, you love it and you know it!”

“…Just finish up, already.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Liesa threw a judging smirk over at a young and still-human Edgar Markov, who was busy channeling a last few drops of blood from the archangel’s arm. The crimson liquid flowed in a stream through the air, urged on by Edgar’s magic, and settled into a nearby stone basin. Above the swelling pool, an angel statue bared her neck over the basin, and stared on as Edgar continued his joking with Liesa.

“This’ll be fantastic, you’ll see. I’ll channel the blood back up into the statue, where it’ll trickle down into-”

“I’ve heard it all before, Markov,” Liesa deadpanned. “Onto more serious matters, however, I hear that Voldaren woman has been visiting your estate.”

Edgar’s radiant smile featured no fangs, only normal teeth. “Yes, she has! A true noblewoman, that one. I was considering inviting her to the ceremony tonight.”

“Don’t.”

Edgar blinked at his angelic friend. “Er…what do you mean? Worst-case scenario, she’s just another follower I’ll deal with personally, right?”

Liesa’s eyes flicked upwards, coincidentally meeting those of the angel statue.

“Somehow, I’m not so sure…”

—

Edgar frantically took cover behind an overturned buffet table, narrowly dodging a stray crossbow bolt. Edgar peeked out from behind his makeshift cover to see Olivia Voldaren hovering above the melee. Edgar’s betrothed cackled madly as she raked her claws across the heads of the crowd, cutting down vampire and cathar, alike. Edgar’s unnaturally pale face grew even moreso, and the Markov progenitor ducked back behind the table. Edgar sighed and put the back of his pale hand to his head.

“Who could’ve guessed this would go so badly…oh, right.”

[By Avacyn this can’t be happening.]

#mtg #magic the gathering #innistrad #story bites

[kotonoba]

ISYT (Jushiro/Fem!Reader) Special Chapter

Halloween special for ISYT pre-marriage cause I got too wordy & ended up behind schedule, so pre-marriage it is!

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Your laughter rang through the Ugendo, cleansing it of the mundane days it spends through this wondrous holiday; you were laughing at your lover’s attempt at scaring you while baking themed cookies for him. His attempts were adorable. First, he placed a white bed sheet over himself and jumped out of nowhere to say “boo!” at you, then he tried to wait till you were focused on your batter for him to jump out at you; but he was mesmerized by your humming, and by the time he remembered to scare you, he had already ended up hugging you, and swaying to the rhythm of your hums. 

“Halloween isn’t all about tricks, ‘Shiro,” you giggled a little when you noticed a pout grace his delicate features. “When I was in the human world, during Halloween, sure, we played pranks on each other, and we also gave out candy to the little ones that knocked at our doors,” you smiled a little at the fond memories as you recalled to last year, how you and your friends ran out of candy to give out, and instead, started giving out oranges instead. 

“What else did you do during Halloween, (y/n)?”

Perhaps he noticed your fond smile. Your gaze averted away from the batter you were preparing and towards his gentle gaze; your face heated up as you felt him tilt your chin upwards a little. Pulling the two of you into a passionate kiss. You hummed in approval before pulling away after a short moment to continue with your memory, “we carved pumpkins, had a party, and watched some scary movies. Even though some of us were not built for scary movies and couldn’t even go to the bathroom on our own, it was worth spending time together. I…” you thought over your words a little; you felt a little nudge from Jushiro when he nodded for you to continue with your comments, “...I think holidays are just excuses to spend time with each other, either with those you love or with those you enjoy their company.” You smiled a little.

You saw him nod with approval before pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I agree, but who needs excuses to spend time with loved ones?” His embrace around you tightened as you organized your batter and placed it in the oven to bake, “just spend time with them, like you and I; we do not need excuses, just be by my side, and I’ll always spend time with you.” He smiled a little, another kiss to your lips before he continued, “you deserve the world, and more, in my eyes, (y/n).”

Even if you couldn’t see color, you could feel like you had turned in a gradient of dark red from his words. You turned towards him, embracing him tightly, “enough, ‘Shiro, let’s work on your costume while the cookies bake.” 

“Sounds good.”

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Halloween this year was better than the last, as Shinigamis alike have visited the material world around this holiday and returned with ideas of how to celebrate; you and your fiance decided to dress up and hand out candies to not only the little ones of Seireitei but also the ones in the Rukon districts. As the holiday spirit was received well, many of the Rukon districts did participate in the holiday, or at least they tried their best. 

You handed out your cookies to the kids, just little goodie bags for them to take home, while your fiance did his best to entertain the kids there. It made you laugh. His costume was that of a bloodsucker – a vampire, they’re known to be ruthless and blood-loving; with his pale complexion, it suited him well. As many books in the material world had described, vampires were madly attractive, and, in your eyes, Jushiro was that to you. No one could beat his looks in your eyes. Whether you decide to tell him or not was for another day’s discussion. 

As the goodies were handed out, the night ended; as November 1st slowly came closer by the second, your fiance carried you like his bride. As your costume implied, he was a vampire, and you were his other half, the vampire’s wife. “Did you have fun, ‘Shiro?” You giggled as he nuzzled against your hair. 

“I should be asking you that, but yes, I had fun,” he glanced back at the kids waving at them, telling them to visit soon. He smiled lightly, “I’m glad we could bring so much joy to them, too,” he smiled even more. You’ve never seen him smile so much, aside from that one time you agreed to marry him. 

“I had fun too. I enjoyed spending time with you,” you smiled a little; it took him little to no effort to carry you back to his estate and his room. He placed you lightly on the futon before leaning in for another kiss, a breathless one as well. 

“Maybe I’m too traditional, but we could have more fun,” he breathed a little as he trailed kisses from your lips down to the nape of your neck. His fake vampire teeth grazed your neck gently, causing you to let out a soft yelp. You weren’t expecting this much intimacy from him. He was probably running on his high right now, not that you were opposed to it. 

You hummed in approval at his notion. His hands slipped beneath your costume, trailing them against your smooth back; his touch was cold, but his affection was hot. It led you down a spiral as he leaned back for another kiss, “I love you..” you breathed gently as he shifted back down to your neck, peppering the nape of your neck with kisses.

“I love you too, (y/n),” he breathed; it didn’t seem like he was going to stop. As you felt his teeth on your neck, he quickly pulled away. His arm over his mouth, his eyes widened in embarrassment, “it- it is easy to lose control around you.” 

“Ah- ‘Shiro, I don’t mind if you want to–” 

“No,” he cut you off, although his complexion was pale, you could see a little from the moonlit room that it had darkened a little, “I prefer to savor you for our wedding night; the wait’s worth.” He grinned; those vampire teeth suited him. He seemed mischievous and playful. 

You sighed and laughed a little, “alright, I’ll wait. I love you.”

“I love you too. I’ll see you tomorrow, (y/n).”

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Nooooo smut yet, sorry (:

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#jushiro ukitake x reader #bleach fandom #bleach ukitake #bleach fanfiction #jushiro ukitake x you #ukitake x reader #ukitake jushiro x reader #jushiro ukitake #i'll see you tomorrow #bleach x y/n #bleach x reader #bleach x you #jūshirō ukitake #halloween special

[lexical-lushes]

HEMA

The Health and Emergency Medical Authority have de-facto control over the city, ever since the floodwaters came.

They usually stick to the Upper City. Operate checkpoints, administrate resource distribution, pour money into researching us.

But not always.

You can tell they have a sense of distaste for the Lower City whenever they visit. It "wasn't worth saving", after all, not when they could protect the people that "really mattered" in the Upper City.

We're filthy. Contaminated. Leeches, human and vampire alike.

They throw their scraps to the Lower City. Use antivirals as leverage to make the humans behave - give it to the ones they like, "experience shortages" when it comes to the ones they don't.

Transparent, really. But it works.

Best to stay away from their "peacekeeping" patrols. If you see a lab coat, a gas mask, ID on a blue lanyard… just do yourself a favour and keep your distance.

Really, especially keep out of sight if you're a vampire. Unless you /like/ the idea of being dragged back for study.

Sometimes they bring us with them down here, out to the contaminated districts. Take the ones of us who are willing to follow their orders, put them in collar and electroshock leashes, and use us to do their dirty work. To hunt down "predators". To capture more test subjects.

And once you go into the Upper City…

Hard to say whether the ones in collars are the lucky ones or not.

#lushposting

[wrathbites]

Alchera

“We really don’t have time for —“

“And whose fault is that?”  He’ll give credit where it’s due, Lawson’s got a spine on her to stand firm against a vampire’s rage, raise her chin in defiance rather than tuck it, guard her neck, raise a barrier and shove him back.  But this is an argument she has no hope of winning, and he leans in close to emphasise the point.  “Get out of my face, or I’ll rip yours off, Lawson.”

She looks set to argue, gaze flitting back and forth across his features, frown an imperfect breach in her mask, but even her confidence has limits, fragile human heart taking off at a rabbit sprint.  Whatever she finds in his stare must trigger some inkling of self-preservation because she backs off a step, then two, none too happy about it.

“Just make it quick, Shepard.”

“Fuck off,” he snaps, and barges past her at last.

~

Where a Cerberus operative fails to stop him, one of his own people...

Well, two, actually.  They’ve been forewarned, forearmed, suited and booted and ready to go, though the weapons are probably overkill.  Alchera’s only home to ghosts.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, surprised more than he’s annoyed.  He doesn’t want the company, but —

“We’re not about to let you go down there on your own, Shepard,” Garrus says.

— but he’s been alone down there before, and it cost him two years of his life.

“They were our crew, too, Shepard,” Tali says, gentle as a spring breeze, patting the seat beside her and he... he caves.

~

He’s not sure what hits worse — the missing bodies, or the skeletal remains of the Normandy no snowstorm can hope to hide.  And she is skeletal, gutted and broken, the most advanced ship humans and turians alike had to offer... left to rust and ruin.

The Mako, at least, survived the attack, though he knew that already, his shelter from fire and vacuum alike.  A near perfect landing, too, aside from the missing wheels and buckled panelling on her left side, the circuitry left exposed by the “recovery” team sent after his body.

No, he thinks, cradling three sets of dogtags in his palms, the missing bodies are definitely worse.  He’s still unsure of the exact number of dead — no-one aboard the false Normandy can agree on the figure, but it doesn’t matter.  They were his crew, they were alive, they mattered, and... now they’re gone, and he’s not, stumbling blind in their graveyard, looking for something, anything from their time under his command to send home.

“You find something, Shepard?”

He jolts, yanked from the snare of his own thoughts as Garrus cuts across the static buzz of silenced comms, glancing down from his perch to find him with a hand braced against the Mako’s hull, taking advantage of the limited shelter she offers from the wind.

He turns his hand to let the dogtags swing free, careful to keep hold of each chain lest they be lost to Alchera’s wilds again.

“... Ah.”

“I don’t think we’ll find any of the others, not in this.”

“Maybe not today, but someday.”

“You... planning on coming back here, Garrus?”

“I told you before, Shepard: I’ve got your six.  Even if it means tromping through the cold.”

“Could be worse,” Tali pipes up, armed with a datapad that’s seen better days.  “I distinctly remember rachni attempting to melt my faceplate on Noveria.  With any luck, our next visit will also be free of that horror.”

Next visit...

“Thank you,” he rasps, and she stretches up as far as she can to pat his boot.

“Ride or die, Shepard.  Preferably ride, but you get the point.”

Anywhere else, on any other day, he’d have laughed.  But a brief smile... that he can almost manage.

#Sunlight and Stardust vampire verse #Rhys Shepard #Mass Effect fanfiction #Wrathwrites #I have Some Painful Thoughts about Alchera and had to get a couple out so here we are lol #you get to suffer with me 💜

[kindan-no-kanojo]

💫 + Vampires (🏃‍♀️💨)

send me a 💫 + a topic and i'll drop a random piece of info about my character

Well... buckle up.

It's not news that Scarlett resents Vampires a lot by default. She's gotten the worst first impression she could ever have, given that the first one she met thoroughly was Rhiannon. Scarlett had to learn the hard way how utterly manipulative, dominant, selfish, sadistic, deceitful and cruel Vampires can be.

Hey, they're just like her fr.

—Ok, but ACTUALLY? That is quite correct. Why?

Vampires and Scarlett have more in common than one would think, and it goes beyond the demonic nature. Unknowingly, after so many years being captive, Scarlett has unconsciously adopted some habits from her old Master, and they mixed with her own personality. Those began to flare up when she was no longer under her ownership, and, with enough luck, they would help her stand up for herself in face of stronger races to not fall in the same loop again. Like fighting fire with fire.

And what do you know, it worked.

Before Rhiannon, even before her own death, Scarlett was an aspiring musician, outspoken and determined who fought for her dream until she abruptly died. Once she was reborn, however, her freedom began to disappear, and she desperately wanted it back.

Her rebirth and all her experimentation had the goal to make her (and future Ghouls) a fair challenge to Vampires, strong enough to defeat them or give them enough of a battle. But, sadly, human corpses don't make good vessels, Mr. Trismegiste soon realized, so she was discarded, alongside the rest of the failures. In a way, Vampires indirectly caused this issue, and it was put into practice by the Vampire King, no less.

Fast forward to Rhiannon's appearance, when Scarlett was offered a new life and purpose under her roof, she put almost no resistance. It didn't take too long before she realized what her actual task as going to be: servanthood. And no matter how much she tried her best to roll with it and do a decent job, she earned a lot of punishments for her mistakes; some completely unfair, some driven by mind tricks, and some severe enough that still haunt her to this day.

To Scarlett's surprise, or lack thereof, Rhiannon didn't seem to be one of a kind. Every Vampire that would visit her house for business would treat the Ghoul maid with the same disrespect, and some would partake in the tortuous punishments with Rhiannon's guidance.

Therefore, Scarlett's resentment only grew, and the incapability to speak up intensified it. In spite of this, she began to fear Rhiannon too much to confront her and whoever was on her side. Therefore, eventually she'd take whatever punishment that came her way, would speak less, and pretty much became a broken Ghoul that only lived for her Master's whims and needs.

A decrease of empathy, self-preserving tendencies, lack of mercy, manipulative methods, etc. were most of Rhiannon's traits that rubbed off on Scarlett until she learned them, almost against her will. She would act similarly with anyone who wasn't her master, nor was affiliated with her in any way. It wasn't all that unnatural nor forced either.

As they say, hurt people hurt. Vampires and higher races alike put her through Hell itself, and once she miraculously escaped, she was done listening to them. Even if it meant her death.

A human-like kind of hope...

While her initial human personality of a passionate and determined human did come back when she was reborn, the lines between good and bad blurred and blended in with each other, turning her not only into a potentially reckless demon with an insane need for control and destructive anger, but there is also a little bit of hope hidden within, a spark of mercy, a "what if" that keeps her up at night.

What if she just met the worst Vampires to ever exist and she can have a chance to be heard and respected?

But she can't sit and wait for an answer, not again. Scarlett needs to act, speak her mind, do all she couldn't before. Blood would be spilled, death would reign, but she would fight back and end up on top, no matter who she has to step on in the way.

A Vampire-like kind of empowerment...?

#📭Asklett #Scarlett Wakahisa #dj-diabolik-fan #tl;dr: vamps SUCK but so does she out of spite lmao #💫Brainrot #👁‍🗨. about #.tried to kept it spoiler-free cuz 🗿 telling u what but not how (? #.and skipping many parts or else i'd still be typing

[nocturnerpg]

𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄.

𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘴, 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴.

 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

La Patrie is not without its own traditions and holidays. Before darkness descended upon their skies and daysdeath had taken over, between October 30th and the 1st of November, the people of La Patrie prepare to welcome what they call the “dark half” of the year. This particular holiday had since then been called Hallowtide.

During these days, both peasantry and nobleborn begin to gather their harvests and make preparations for the winter equinox. Parties and costumed celebrants line the streets around crackling bonfires to break bread and share decadent desserts of all kinds with neighbors to usher what they hope would be a prosperous year ahead. Prayers are uttered to the One Faith for families, livestock, and crops to survive the brittle cold. But like any ancient tradition, superstitions that have long been confirmed true are also aplenty during these grim seasons.

Many believe that the barriers between the physical world and the spirit world are its thinnest at this time of the year, allowing more interaction between those that walk in the mortal realm and the creatures that lurk in the Otherworld. It’s heavily theorized by scholars and conspirators alike that it is in the Otherworld where Forgemasters derive their power and pluck out the demons they install into corpses to bring forth new life. As such, many of the denizens in La Patrie have come to the conclusion that it is in this mysterious realm are where all souls go after their mortal vessels have reached their end.

But, as the world changed, with the sun no longer lending its light to the world, the fall and winter equinoxes became harsher and harsher each year. While a few cities and towns still try to keep their old traditions alive, less harvests are produced each year as famine continuously threaten to sweep the once bountiful lands of La Patrie. Worst of all, the Undying Empire have introduced their own traditions to this once joyful holiday, taking advantage of the commonfolks’ desperation and time of need.

No longer do the citizens of La Patrie seek help to the One Faith for protection. Now they turn their devotions to their undead monarch. What once were mere words of prayers have shifted into ritualistic sacrifices. Festivals are still held to commemorate the holiday, but mortals now gather in the sprawling estates and castles of every vampire nobility to offer up their best cattle. In exchange, the Highbloods would provide food, clothes, and shelter for those who may need it during the harsh winter months as well as protection against the lowbloods that fester and thrive in the cold. However, the most depraved of these humans go as far as sacrificing their own kind to appease their vampire sovereign and ensure their survival.

Such celebrations have now been dubbed as A Feast For The Dead.

So as this holiday visits us once more this year, don’t forget to celebrate your traditions, both new and old. Keep your bonfires ablaze and your hearths warm, before the ice and snow takes over our lands. And may all survive the darker days ahead.

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[eleanoreswua]

DUHSTERRA REALMS

Hello my name is Eleanor Eswua. I come from a realm called Duhsterra. The realms is a place where supernaturals and humans are born. Everyone that is born up in the realms have magickal forms and parents. Only a few selects earth forms can visit the realms through means of meditation, lucid dreaming, and astral projection.If you successfully achieve any of the three and can travel to the realms as an earth form, you go up to the realms in just a spiritual form without a body. If you have a magickal form and also a earth form, you are from the realms. But you won’t know that until you have a realm awakening or if someone from the realms brings you up there to awaken your magickal form. Once that happens your memories of the realms will be fuzzy and scattered. You’ll only remember bits and pieces of your life up in the realms. Nothing will make sense for the first two weeks, but as you get use to traveling between the realms and earth your memory will become more clean and you start remembering events and the things you do up there. Because your magickal form and earth form are now one, when you are awake on earth you are asleep in the realms just like if you are awake in the realms you are sleep on earth.

More information on Duhsterra

Now that you know how to get to the realms and who can do it it’s know time to talk about the realm itself.

Like I said before my name is Eleanor Eswua. I live in Duhsterra and I am the princess of Duhsterra. I am born a vampire witch mermaid supernatural. My parents are King Coran Eswua and Queen Zara Eswua. My grandparents are Zafaro Finya and Helene Finya. We usually keep to ourselves up until a few months ago where I United the realm Lyricana and Duhsterra together. Lyricana is the realm I visit regularly to visit my adopted family that took me in when I was freshly new to the realms and my Duhsterra family hadn’t found me yet. My adopted family includes my mom Veivane Trovarti, my dad Sesshomaru Trovarti and my siblings, Starmaru, Sesshia,Sibella,Sawyer,Selene,Sitara, Samara, Soraya,Howard,Sergio, Sarang, Serenity, Sorya,and Sonya Trovarti. I’m so grateful for my adopted family for everything they did and still do for me and my parents for being the best family possible in both realms. I’m so glad I have them both and my wonderful adopted siblings for taken me in as their own siblings and not treating me any differently.

I just wanted to say I love all my family Lyricanian and Duhsterrian alike. You guys have made me into the wonderful person I am and I’m glad I met every single one of you guys

As always please keep your negative comments and thoughts to yourself they are not need here

I wish everyone nothing but love and kindness

This is what duhsterra looks like up in the realms. It’s a really beautiful place to live

#realms #different place