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--- 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍' 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒. an avidmc roleplay blog centered around his vampires smp character. literary rp & ask blog. written by @cacowhistle.
art credits (used w/ permission): snappyep / thesecondquailry / fallseadraws
Yo! I’m not dead, have some more Vampires art…of the rp blog variety. My lovely friends over at @residents-of-oakhurst @avidhunt and myself @detective-drift have been having fun…just ignore the fact I didn’t post these pieces and the masquerade event is LONG over.
But yeah! Not dead, Lotus never dies. Trust me.
heyyyy guys just letting you know i might not be around much on here for now? my hyperfixation swung hard in the other direction LMAO and i've got a ton of stuff going on. i'll probably still respond to things from time to time but activity is gonna remain pretty low for a bit!! if you need anything from me feel free to dm me or @ me on discord. ok bye love u all <3
Vampires do not have reflections.
or you stop looking in mirrors. images used, in order: tennesee williams / gillian flynn / @foxxology / carmen maria machado / @fluffy-papaya / @redstonebug
They don’t want him here. That…
Yeah there’s some truth in that. A majority of the coven isn’t even remotely upset about what happened.
“I want you here…what about Shelby and Scott? They want you here…this could be home”
No it couldn’t, Drift doesn’t even consider the castle home much anymore.
“Or we can leave! All four of us, we can solve my case and- and get Shelby’s book published, show Scott a train there’s options-“
The detective is grasping at straws, she doesn’t want to say goodbye. It never gets easier. Goodbyes were always meant to be hard.
“You have people here, bud…”
"Drift," he says, but she keeps going, I want you here and this could be home and we can leave, like any of these options were ever on the table, in the cards, part of his fate.
She says you have people here, and she isn't wrong, it's just...
He doesn't feel like the Avid they want to come home. He stares at her, before his gaze drops, that guilty, dog-like tilt to his shoulders as he doesn't quite meet Drift's eyes. "I can't stay," he says, quieter this time. "They'll just finish the job."
There is still blood seeping through his shirt, and through the tears in the fabric, there are still open, weeping wounds. He hardly even feels it, though--whatever pulled him back to his feet is strong enough to wash out the pain, to keep him moving, even as he leaks blood onto the grass and cobblestones.
"You gotta let me go, Drift," says Avid, eyes lifting to meet hers. It finally looks like he actually sees her.
Avid reaches up with one taloned hand, fingers darkened black and sharpened to points. It closes, gently, around one of Drift's own, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I'm sorry," he mumbles, numbness seeping back in. "I'm really sorry."
i want people to talk about these two more
` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.
𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :
➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.
𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :
[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured. [ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound. [ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure. [ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands. [ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding. [ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt). [ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building. [ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help. [ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. [ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes. [ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face. [ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury. [ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.
SHUBBLE CRASHOUT INBOUND 🗣🗣‼️‼️
Click for better quality. Without hands below cut :)
🌱She's hard at work, busy mixing herbs and components in various vials in her home; notes and books were covering almost every available surface on the desk, she was so focused on her work, that she hadn't noticed- hadn't heard someone approaching. Much less the door opening. Since of course, the person who had opened the door probably wasn't expecting anyone to be here, much like she wasn't expecting anyone to come in. She was carefully swirling a vial in her hand as she turned slightly, but it was when she turned; she noticed her company. The vial immediately falling from her hands as she stared at what she could only assume was a ghost- Their eyes widening slightly as they stared at the figure before them, the growth on her body seemed to resonant slightly.
"...Avid?"
The silence hangs heavy over him as he makes his way home. Free from the beacons, leaving all he'd learned to know behind, that awful town--Oakhurst, nothing but a haunted skeleton remaining, at least in his eyes. The people left didn't matter, not any more. Avid couldn't care about them, it would wake up that awful, burning, hungry thing in his chest. He would not indulge it.
He'd said his goodbyes where he could, and left quietly in the night. There is a hollow in his chest where heart and soul should be. There is nothing on his mind but making his way home. He walks for two days straight, does not stop, retracing his way back to that cabin in the woods.
His only plan is to bury the body. Avid does not know what he'll do then.
When he opens the door, it's with little fanfare. He does not hesitate--better to get it over with, after all, to see the consequences of his actions. The door swings open, and Val's corpse... is not there. For a moment, Avid simply stares, uncomprehending, at the woman he was so certain was dead, or something that is... supposed to be her. She looks different. Similar changes to what Avid has been dealt, though hers are more drastic.
His name sounds. Avid blinks, slowly.
"Oh," he says, numbly, hands hanging limply at his sides. Tears begin to well up in his eyes, though he doesn't... emote much more than that. "You're alive?"
Blood/stylised gore warning <3
What if the demon curse took over Avid's body after his death? Cursed to wander the forest of Oakhurst until his soul finds its way back from Limbo, simply acting on instinct and seeking those he once called friends :)
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT EPISODE AAAA OMG WHAT?!? Can’t believe they did that to my boi and DOOMED YAOI HELLO??
🔭 She noticed it before she had time to process what it was. Having suddenly stopped as soon as she felt a sharp and gaping feeling in their chest that felt like it was going to consume her from the inside out. It was horrible, it was terrible. What was it that she was feeling unless... No- No no NO NO! The feelings she associated with Avid, that had always sort of been there after she had turned him- after she had become his sire, it felt like they were being torn from her.
She staggered a bit, stumbling as she grasped at her chest; a shrieking cry of anguish and pain leaving her as the feelings were there... and then nothing. Hot tears streaked down her face, fogging her glasses as she laid crumpled on the floor. She didn't want to get up, but she knew she had too... She couldn't stay here, not with everything going on.
Forcing herself up to her feet, everything felt... heavier. Her bangs covering her eyes as she felt the sky begin to open up... began to cry along with her. When she found out who had did this... Who had done this... They were going to wish they hadn't. She had been against killing, against fighting. But now... Now she was done. Losing the one person that she had cared about? Was the straw to break the camel's back... Her golden-amber hues had turned red, no longer the bright and vibrant young woman she once was... No... She would kill anyone who had been apart of their demise.
Goodbye.
He wants to say goodbye? No-
Nonono NO…
No she’s not ready for that, Drift isn’t ready to say goodbye. Sure Avid might not be entirely the same but it’s still him.
It’s still Avid.
…
It has to be. Because if it isn’t then she’s going mental and seeing things. She’s running on fumes…that would logically explain it. But there’s nothing here that’s logical anymore.
This isn’t exactly what she would consider keeping it together.
“You…what? No, Avid, it’s okay- you don’t have to we can…we can do something right?”
Drift is grabbing him, clutching his shoulders in a desperate attempt to prove to herself that he’s real. Grasping at his torn shirt as she pleads with him.
“You don’t have to go…you don’t have to say goodbye, bud”
“Please don’t say goodbye”
Is it still him?
For all Drift thinks she knows him, the truth is that Drift hardly knows him at all. Their time together has been brief--wonderful, the friendship they've forged, but so brief. Avid cannot claim to know Drift as innately as he knew Elle. Drift cannot know him as well as Elle did. These are the simple facts, the ones Avid has been refusing to face from the beginning.
It hardly matters now. His head tilts, slow, not human nor animal in its movement. It seems almost mechanical, like the body is merely playing out instructions it is given, like a puppet on strings.
Drift grabs him, hands closing around his shoulders and clutching at his shirt. Avid doesn't so much as blink, just going with it as she tugs at him, staring back at her with those eerie eyes.
"I can't stay," he says, still so... dull, lacking in emotion. "They don't want me here."
His eyes flick across Drift's face. He is quiet for a very long moment, before he adds, voice sounding a little more like himself, "I want to go home."
lays on the ground and makes gurgling dying noises. v!avid oh v!avid...
So I guess it's time As if the calloused glances Were any indication That I'm losing my mind And now the sky is falling all around me Head is pounding, Storm is coming And I feel like I am drowning
and
So they're talking about everything But they don't know just how much it stings Fighting for my life Left here barely breathing How they always seem to scrutinize While they slowly build their walls so high Fighting for my life A heart barely beating
starts punching the wall over and over again. he makes me so. GOD. god. aouuuuugh.
How do you feel?
At the bottom of the hole, the corpse lies still, though there is one notable thing that differentiates it from the rest of the dead laying in this crypt: it's breathing.
Not well. But it is breathing, so slow it's impossible to notice unless you stare for a long, long time. Its eyes are still open, staring up at the ceiling, dulled and darkened and empty of life. Every once in a while, they flick across the ceiling. The thing that was Avid and may become him again can only think of the terror.
Trapped in a tiny little hole in the ground. Screaming for his life. He was trying to prove himself to them. He was trying to help them.
Was he really that awful?
A finger twitches. Slowly, body begins to respond again, mind begins to focus, everything sort of hazy and slow. Something else drags him to his hands and knees. Avid feels like a passenger, watching it happen, not the one in control. He doesn't mind it so much, though, detached as he is, he doesn't have to think beyond the hurt and the anger that flushes out every other thought.
They actually killed him.
He should be dead right now.
Hand by hand, he begins to pull himself up and out of the hole. Every limb feels numb, blood still staining his clothes, his skin, marring him in equal measure to the mottled black streaks across his body, the coloration that sharpens into claws at the tips of his fingers on his hand, that curls up his face and morphs vampire fangs into the razor-sharp teeth of something worse.
Hunger pangs in his stomach. Anger, hot and ugly, boils in his chest.
Claws dig into the stone at the top of the hole, and the demon hauls itself out into the light. He stares, for a long moment, at the woods ahead of him, not at all certain what he's going to find out here. He isn't sure how long it's been.
If anybody's still... around.
Some things never change, however, and the voice that sounds makes him jump. Avid glances skyward, then around at the nearby trees, before his voice comes out... different.
"... hungry."
Avid is standing on the bridge.
It's raining out. Cold, dark, miserable--the rain pelts his shoulders, and he stands there in the clothes he was wearing when he was killed. Blood stains them. There are tears in his shirt where claws and stakes tore through it. Patches of dark, mottled skin curve across his arm and down his hand. There is a stripe of it across his face, coming up under one eye and snaking across his nose. He's staring at the castle, waiting. Not hiding. Just waiting.
Waiting for somebody in particular, it seems. // @avidhunt
Drift sighs, at the very least at least she’s out of the castle. At least she managed to drag herself out of her room below it. There’s a lot of tiny victories that had followed her finally standing from where she had curled onto her bed with that note. Actually eating instead of letting guilt gnaw her into starvation.
So really the last thing the detective expects when she leaves the castle, walks out into a cold rain that matches the empty space in her chest. Out onto a bridge where she had figured out who she lost.
A bridge where…he’s standing? That can’t be right…she felt it. But he doesn’t look the same, yet it’s undoubtedly Avid. So it isn’t a wonder why her voice cracks when she whispers his name as she steps towards him slowly.
Drift moves forward, and Avid doesn't move at all. He's just... staring past her, eyes dull and dead and empty. His lips twitch, mouth twisting with... something, an uncomfortable sort of expression, seemingly distressed and yet entirely lacking in emotion at all. Avid watches Drift move closer, and does not come to meet her.
Something's not right.
His eyes flick up to meet hers, no longer red, back to that deep purple they once were, oddly dark. His pupils have constricted to pinpricks, and there is something so horribly not Avid-like about the way he holds himself.
"Hi," he says, voice ringing hollow and quiet and hoarse. It... sounds nothing like him, dull and void of emotion. "I wanted to come say goodbye."
waking up battered and alone in limbo
