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@alphard-blxck
don’t be ashamed to
wear dark clothes
sleep all day
have a “goth” aesthetic
stay up all night
not have a reflection
drink human blood
burn at the touch of silver
turn into a bat to escape social interaction
have some kickass fangs
You. Are. Vlad.
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things you said prompts;;
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things you said at 1 am
things you said through your teeth
things you said too quietly
things you said over the phone
things you didn’t say at all
things you said under the stars and in the grass
things you said while we were driving
things you said when you were crying
things you said when I was crying
things you said that made me feel like shit
things you said when you were drunk
things you said when you thought I was asleep
things you said at the kitchen table
things you said after you kissed me
things you said with too many miles between us
things you said with no space between us
things you said that I wish you hadn’t
things you said when you were scared
things you said when we were the happiest we ever were
things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear
things you said when we were on top of the world
things you said after it was over
things you said on the streetcar at 1 am
things you said with clenched fists
things you said in the back seat of a cab
things you said sitting still
things you said on the phone at 4 am
things you said but not out loud
things you said in the backyard at night
things you said on the highway
things you said while I cried in your arms
things you said I wouldn’t understand
things you said at the back of the theater
things you said in your sleep
things you said that made me feel real
things you said you’ll never forget
things you said with the tv on mute
things you said while holding my hand
things you said when we first met
things you said when you met my parents
things you said you loved about me
things you said when you asked me to marry you
things you said in our vows
things you said before you kissed me
things you said on new year’s eve
things you said when you kissed me goodnight
things you said in a hotel room
things you said on our honeymoon
things you said when we were 18
things you said when we were 70
things you said as we danced in our socks
things you said with my lips on your neck
things you said in the dark
things you always meant to say but never got the chance
things you said under your breath
things you said in the spur of the moment
things you said when no one else was around
things you were afraid to say
things you said after we fell in love
things you said [make your own]
snufffles:
Sirius said nothing. He had no interest in playing a part, in becoming the Black heir his family wanted him to be. He’d have been better off–surely–, would have had money to spare, a cozy home, a place to go back to over the summers and the winter holidays. But that also required maintaining a smile while he stared into his mother’s beady black eyes, meant pretending, even for a moment, that she wasn’t evil. No, Sirius was too stubborn for that, too set in his ways, too determined to be the rebel he’d cast himself as.
He fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat. The tape was, as they spoke, cutting off his airways. He’d had a feeling this wasn’t the right way to go about things but–well, he’d never been against taking risks. “Right,” he said, as if he’d always known, as if it was obvious. He might have said more, might have tried harder to play off his ineptitude, had his uncle not looked then as if he’d suddenly swallowed a bucket of slugs.
“Well that’ll do it then, won’t it? Nothing like experience.” Sirius tried for a grin, as if this whole conversation didn’t have him crawling in his skin. “I meant, how did you learn about?” He corrected himself. “Like you said, you couldn’t have just barged into Slughorn’s office and demanded a sample, now could you?
“Well, yes, that is exactly what you do after knocking.” Alphard said, baffled. “I mean, quite a lot of times a wix ends up unable to go into the witch bedrooms and that is somewhat of a dead giveaway, isn’t it?”
He took a breath and put his hands out as though patting down the conversation, “Okay, lets start at the beginning.” Since, somehow, no one had discussed....anything with Sirius. Alphard wasn’t sure how this had happened but he could very well address it.
"I was very obviously not a girl ever.” He started and then had to take a moment, pinching his eyes shut. “Which your mother knows. She was upset because I wouldn’t be her dollie growing up. But, anyway, you aren’t allowed to start the drought or the spell until you are at least eleven and its often portion adjusted for size. It’s also not permanent so if you need to, well, produce an heir sometime you can always....” He shuddered a little. “Not my thing but you can.”
He ended up waving a waitress over and ordering some fire-whiskey for himself. “I simply started school as any male wix would.” He shrugged, “But some needed more time. Or found out the first day of Hogwarts when they were kicked out of a room or didn’t have a bed. Regardless, if you asked most any professor they’d likely send you to the medical wing, ask you some questions and make sure you’re okay, and then send you off for a potion if thats what you want. Some don’t and I have never understood why.”
He was so very thankful, and slightly overwhelmed when his drink came, “Thank you, darling. Anyway, as I was saying, its not unheard of at Hogwarts or if you visit an apothecary... given people turn into birds and things gender is a rather unimportant thing outside of inheritance.”
having fangs may not be a ‘‘‘necessary’’’ or ‘‘‘wise’’’ addition to my physiology but it would be very, very sexy and therefore i think i deserve them regardless,
When you wake up in the middle of day to some brats who call themselves “vampire hunters” and they’re going to “cleanse the world of your evil”
snufffles:
Sirius looked over at his uncle, lips quirking into what was almost a legitimate smile, and nodded. “Heaven and hell. It’s their idea of what happens after you die. If you’re good, you go up…if you’re not…” He was tracing shapes onto the table, a triangle for the “good place” and an upside down one for the “bad.” “Well, it’s not important,” he concluded, tapping his fingers against the table instead. He’d spent most of the last few years–every day since he was ten and realized he was through with his parents’ pure blood mania–learning all he could about Muggle life. For a family that hated muggles, his parents had made an odd choice in their house placement: on a muggle street, booming with muggle occupations and neighbors, Sirius had had little trouble learning all he needed and befriending his parents’ least favorite type of people.
“I’d have made a terrible heir,” he said, looking over his shoulder at the person bringing the food. It was strange not to see a house elf hurrying over–stranger not to be starved for his insolence. Usually when he gave his parents this much trouble, he’d lose his meal privileges. As if on queue, Sirius’ stomach rumbled, and he gratefully reached for the new plates. “Thanks,” he said, immediately grabbing a chicken wing and tearing off a piece.
Only when he’d finished the first wing did Sirius speak again. “She would have been overjoyed to have another heir if I’d just admit that being a Black is the height of sophistication.” He reached greedily for a butterbeer and drank this down too, not having realized just how starving and thirsty he was until suddenly there was an option to quench it, and his defenses had fallen away. “Maybe if I joined up with Voldemort. If I’d been a Slytherin. Got one less detention…” The list of sins Sirius had racked up from his eleventh birthday to his sixteenth was far too long for his mother to ignore. It was easier–better–to focus on Regulus now, to show him off, make him the model of what a good son should be. If she thought this would make Sirius turn around, that he’d be jealous and change his ways to get the same attention–well, she never did know him very well.
He choked down another bite of dinner then looked up at his uncle, fear flashing through his vision–if only for a brief moment. “Tape,” he said flatly. “I’m working on a spell but–” He broke off, taking in Alphard’s every word now. He nodded. “Slughorn will help me. He’s been asking me to join his Slugclub for years.” Regulus was in the club–the good Slytherin that he was–but Sirius had always refused. Until now. “How’d you…” He paused, cleared his throat, then tried again. “How do you know it works?”
“There are benefits to playing parts--to a degree.” Alphard allowed, though he doubted Sirius would agree with him on that. Sirius was far too stubborn to pay lip service, even if the end result could be a rather dramatic change if he could just wait long enough. Well, Alphard had been the third child--he had never had to bow too lowly. He only had to do enough to keep his monthly allotment and that was just fine enough for him.
“You can damage yourself with spell-o-tape.” Alphard interjected flatly, just making sure that Sirius understood what was at stake with that. He had never used it himself, but he remembered running into a couple ignorant halfblooded or muggleborns here and there. Alphard was undoubtably at least partially bigoted (although not as much as his sister and brother), but he didn’t see the point in letting anyone twist when there was always such an easier magical fix.
The question Sirius followed up with startled him, however. “How do I?” He jerked a little, blinking wide eyed at Sirius a moment, mouth opening and closing as he tried to re-align his thoughts. “I--well.” He gave Sirius another hard look. “Salazar, Sirius, I bloody well take it every week, don’t I?”
He smoothed a hand over his chest, feeling suddenly self conscious. No, everything was fine. Perfectly like it should be--which was normal. This was normal. He hadn’t missed a dose in decades and had no interest in doing so.
when a 174 year old vampire has to act like a high school sophomore
@proditeur
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“Pardon me! But there’s a very big difference between eating jelly slugs and eating people. Namely that jelly slugs were created with the express purpose of being eaten while people are… well, they’re—” it was difficult to speak without passing unwelcome judgement on his uncle’s condition. He knew that he didn’t necessarily have a choice in his dietary needs but neither could Regulus quite refer to people as ‘food’.
“Jelly slugs are jelly slugs and people are people. And most people as it is have no intention of eating other people.
“Besides… jelly slugs come in a variety of very delicious flavors.”
“It seems to me,” Alphard said very carefully, giving Regulus a shrewd look, “People are self-created with the express purpose of being eaten as well.” He grinned, “In more ways then one.”
But that was about as close to a conversation on that that Alphard felt able to approach with Regulus--who was a much younger family member for all that he looked older than him now. “And I can assure you: people also come in a variety of flavors.”
Or maybe that was also a bit of innuendo he hadn’t intended.
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Wishlist
Seamus
I’m currently interested in lines tied to more religious verses be it a general verse (canon, an adoptee verse), Magdalene, or even monstrous things.
Anything with Peacocks and Pretty Hens (NSFW and 18+ only)
7th year or post 7th year stuff
Modern or muggle verses
Seamus Finnigan: single dad verses (muggle, magical, or otherwise)
Regulus
More stuff tied to that random verse where Regulus has been dredged up from the water by next gen kids (both people from his generation and any other)
More ‘oh guess I’m alive stuff’ in general and in all its variations
Ran away or adopted verses
Trans verses/interactions
Alphard
More Vampire Uncle in Wizarding War 1
I would really love to play with anyone in his generation, really… almost on anything …
Hijinx abound when you’re undying and look like a 16 year old… Any generation, any verse
I need to write up why he died so young actually in canon
Andromeda
tbh I still have no idea what I really want to play with her /shrug
So no wishlist for her yet but if you have something hit me up
Hit me up with any AU or prompt or meme for any character ever pretty much
“Is that why you’ve always been so…weird?” (bucktoothedbushyhaired)
@bucktoothedbushyhaired
“Weird!” Alphard was appalled. Utterly appalled. “I am not weird!”
He continued to mutter slightly, insulted. “And here I have welcomed you into my home!”
That was not exactly the case. Hermione was deposited there and Alphard was very kindly trying not to eat her. It was a difficult thing, really, given that he hadn’t eaten in quite sometime. To this end he had kept them on opposite sides of the room at all times. He was rather certain that she wasn’t one of Draco’s little friends but he could have been wrong--he hadn’t seen Draco since he was an infant Such were the troubles of a sentient weapon that wasn’t collected after, apparently, a baby defeated the dark lord. At least someone generally sent food down ever now and then. Alphard had been able to keep some semblance of sanity.
“I simply attended another school, thats all.” Which clearly excused the out of date fashion, the slightly off diction, and the clear resemblance to Draco--if Draco had had curly hair and a bit of a gray complexion.
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The tape over his chest was not ideal, not comfortable, but Sirius had yet to figure out a curse to remove the unnecessary weight stuck to his body without causing any further harm. He and James were two of the top students in their year, but they were no healers. How he could map the whole school but not his own body seemed some sort of curse of fate. But at least he was not alone.
He fiddled with the bottle on his Butter Beer, staring at the label instead of Uncle Alphard. Sirius had always liked him the best out of his uncles, and between he and his Aunt Andromeda, the line was drawn between members of his family Sirius could tolerate, and those he wished would disapparate for good.
The sixteen-year-old leaned back in his chair, took a large sip, and put on his best attempt at a grin. “So I left,” he finished telling his uncle. “Told dear old mum to go to hell, and it was the best choice I’d ever met. How you grew up with her, I’ll never understand.” He let his chair fall back with a bang and grinned wider, letting go of his drink to hide his hands under the table. He squeezed his knees and pretended he wasn’t shaking, that running away from home was another fun adventure and not at all terrifying.
It was probably not fair to Sirius, but Alphard laughed. He didn’t mean to, not really, but the entire situation was funny. And awkward, and completely backwards.
“Honestly, I sincerely don’t understand how Wally didn’t burst with joy...I mean, not about the--going to hell? Thats a muggle thing, isn’t it?” Alphard said after some of the laughter subsided. “But, well, we all know Regulus is not the ideal sort of Heir--a little too easy to, well.” He let that go, not wanting to start an argument if there was one bubbling up. “And two heirs are always better then one. Really, very short sighted of her.”
Of course, by this time it was... late. She would have had to put in the word earlier to reap the rewards. At this point--it was too late. Sirius was too much set on his own path and Walburga was far too stubborn to ever soften.
But Alphard could soften, sort of, “So what is managing your chest, then?” Perhaps more then a little rude but he went on, snorting slightly as he waved someone down to order more food--it seemed pertinent and it was a well tried tactic to get anyone to stay longer.
He had no doubt it’d work here. “If someone tells you, you want the Iphisinstaurabo spell they are full of shit.” That was perhaps the first time he had cursed in front of his nephew and he smiled, slow and wide. “What you want is the lighter version of the Attisgalli Corrective Draught. I can contact Hogwarts for you for that, although I’m not so certain about Slughorn.”
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“You’re right—I am surprised, but I’m not sure I wanted to know.” The word ‘flavor’ touched his senses in a very unwelcome way and he wrinkled his nose, clicking his tongue several times against the roof of his mouth.
He did not envy his uncle for his affliction—nor was he at all curious about what it was like to crave certain… fluids.
“Then, please, have your fun but I’d prefer not hearing about it. Or seeing it. Or… acknowledging it in any way.”
“Oh honestly.” Alphard sighed, put upon, and waved a hand. “As though wix don’t spent half their time discussing their dietary interests.”
He gave Regulus a pointed look, “I seem to recall a time where you detailed the differences in jelly slugs and which were more or less appetizing.” Of course, that could have been Sirius, really. Alphard was not exactly known to be exact or accurate with recollections prior to the first wizarding war. He shuddered, “And those are particularly textured. People are just... fleshy. ”
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