Starry Lover of Chocolate

Ideas and Stuff

[carniore]

The Silmarillion Headcanon

At one point in The Silmarillion, wasn’t their a mentioning that at some point, human could chose when to die, but Eru took that ability away?  What if there were still some humans like that?  Just wondering around, like Maglor.

[linaisbluepancake]

halla, a struggling college student, and nadia, a rich ceo secretly paying off her cute s/o's student loans

U bet she does, even after halla told her she didn’t want their relationship to be based off of Nadia being her economic support, nadia just does it slightly and secretly like u know buying that coffee shop halla works with making her get a fat ass raise and promotion without her knowing, also helping her get a steady job in that wildlife help center zoo that she luvs so much she used to work for without any permanency just cause u know she loves the crocodile section, halla just believes shes been having so much luck lately

[aaliyah-draws]

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Here’s my Valentine’s Day gift to you all! I hope you like it! Each of the characters have something to say to you as your Valentine but I posted that on my instagram account if you wanna check it out!

Thank you so much for your love and support! 💕

[carniore]

The Arcana: 4th wall, Reverse Ending.

So....I got the reversed ending for Julian, and I’m really scared of reading it. It as going so well, I was able to help Julian get out of his problems, but... I don’t think I was able to save him.

Oddly enough it introduced me to a new concept, or an idea. For Undertale fans out there, you might understand this.

What if every time MC goes down a path, and it ends in reverse, they remember it. The MC remembers it; the end, it scares them. They are able to enter a special place(your choice) and do the chosen path again, and again, and again. MC pretends their fine, that they are unaware of the things happening. They ca’t tell Asra, Julian, Porta, Muriel, or Nadia. They fear it will break them, one way or another. They even fear for Lucio.

And for a few MC they fix their mistakes...however, some others never achieve their partners. They may decide to move on, stop trying to romance them, and do another path.

It sounds selfish, but some may do it to make sure their loved ones don’t hurt ever again.

[carniore]

The Arcana: YASSS

I GOT NADIA’S UPRIGHT ENDING!!!!

[carniore]

Song Parody: Castlevania

I found this song on YouTube called Soldier, Poet, King, and it reminded me of The Arcana and Castlevania. Since the song didn’t completely match up to Castlevania, I made a parody:

There will come a soldier

Who carries a mighty whip

He will tear monsters down, o lei o lai o lord

O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord

He will tear monsters down, o lei o lai o lord

There will come a mage

Whose weapon is her hands

She will slay monsters with magic, o lei o lai o lord

O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord

She will slay monsters with magic, o lei o lai o lord

There will come a prince

Whose brow is laid in sorrow

Smeared with love as Lisa's boy, o lei o lai o lord

O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord

Smeared with love as Lisa's boy, o lei o lai o lord

O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord

They will tear your monsters down, o lei o lai o lord

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Sorry it stinks, Not sorry I did this. Here’s the link to the original song:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1z8zZBBkIRw

[carniore]

Loopholes

Has anyone gotten so obsessed with a story concept that you end up exploiting it and accidentally create a character in the process?

[carniore]

Castlevania AU: Vlad-Lisa Swap

A short story for this AU:

For a woman of myth, her decision for keeping people out was...questionable.  What was between him and a well of knowledge was a field of skeletons on sticks, and quiet frankly, Vlad sort of expected a more common, candied version of the frequent myths and rumors that he heard from people.  This was definitely not it.

These skeletons were impaled in various ways, usually straight up through the...the less vulgar and painful feelings he got from this display was from the skeleton on his right.  

Well, Vlad thought, at least this is a sign of someone serious.

He took a moment to secure his dagger sheath, and moved forward.

The sudden chattering of bats filled Vlad’s ears, a common sound Vlad had gotten use to as he had brought himself closer and closer to Lisa’s castle.  Something flashed by his face.

On instinct, he drew out his dagger...and promptly impaled a bat.  It’s sickly red blood ran down his arm, and he flung it to the side.  The broken thing made a wet splat at the base of the towering castle.

 The blood reminded him of the consequences that failure could bring if he failed-whether she was real or not.

Cautiously, Vlad knocked on the enormous doors with the pommel of his dagger, all while keeping his hand on is short sword.

Suddenly, he could hear metal clanking against metal and lighting crackle in ways he had never heard before.  

At least that’s promising, Vlad thought snidely, much better that muttering cheating, wise women or those thieving church officials. 

The doors opened.  

Vlad took a deep breath..and stepped in.

The doors proceeded to close behind him immediately.  Great, he was possibly stuck in here with a monster with no way out.  The only way he could look now was...forward.  And in the candle-light of the various candelabra that tastefully lined the hall, was several sets of stairs.

Leaning on the railway of the stairs was...a woman.  What she actually looked like, Vlad couldn’t make out.  Her form was sheathed in shadows, but he could at the most make out her movements as she made her way down the stairs.

It was now or never.

“I am Vlad Tepes of Wallachia, I’m here for the hidden information you have within your realm.”

As he spoke, the figure glided past many columns.  “What kind of knowledge?”

She spoke warily, like a woman with not enough time on her hands or enough trust. 

Before he could speak again, the figure asked, “The kind that all men seem to seek?”

It only took a few seconds for Vlad to get the message.  Night creature or a woman with trust issues, Vlad grind his teeth in frustration.  He traveled several miles, almost got robbed, and stabbed a bat, to get this?

He had to take a breath to regain his worn-down temper.  “No, I’m here for the true sciences, not how to woe women.  Or any sort of lusting lord or lady.  That’s all they seem interested in.  I want to actually learn.”

The presents of the figure was behind him now, a firm hand on the small his back.  Vlad steeled his nerves some more.

“I’m not hear to dabble chicken blood on people either.  I have been taken for a warlock one too many times.”  He could feel past resentment and anger rising at his very own words.  If people were less like sheep, he wouldn’t have to deal with this thing touching his spine.

Suddenly the figure behind him spoke.

“I am Lisa Fahrenheit, Lady of Castlevania.”  A pause of silence, then a sudden change of tone.  “Turn around.” 

Vlad turned around...and didn’t see anyone.  He blinked.  What in-

“Eyes down here.”

“Oh.”

She was actually smaller than he had expected.  And her hair was a dirty blonde with a set of blue eyes. But like all creatures of night, her skin was deathly and smooth, and a small set of fangs peeked out.  At least, that was what they claimed her to be.  Although, she definitely wasn’t hideous.  Lisa was-actually pretty, unmarred by any sort of suffocating makeup that many of his “fellow” courtiers wore.  The only effort she seemed to put in her looks was a single braid that was pulled behind her head,           

“Usually men come here for something else.  So your...a new change in pace.”

Lisa tilted her head.  He could see admiration in her eyes.  Lisa cracked a smile.

“And definitely taller.”

She proceeded to walk around him.  Vlad’s eyes trailed on her own.  

“Do you want me to take your coat?”  

Vlad blinked, a little stunned at the offer, but a little suspicions as well.  Vlad may be a man of science, but after almost being eaten by a demon, he was a little cautious.

“Or are there no more manners in Wallachia?  Do I have to teach you manners?”

Despite her seemingly cheerful-if not slightly cheeky nature-Lisa’s eyes seemed...tired.  Like she had dealt with something bad to many times, and simply given up.

Perhaps she had.  

She proceeded to sniff the air.  “Holy water?” 

Vlad internally winced.  

“I had a run in with a demon.”

“Ah, you didn’t seem like a religious type.”

“I am not.  Me and the Church...do not get along.”

Lisa looked to a hallway he had previously not noticed.

“Hmm.”   

A light seemed to go on in her eyes.  She gestured to follow her down the hallway, now lit and a little well kemp than the rest of the castle.  Lisa looked at him.

“This way.”

And Vlad followed him down the hall.  A question came to mind.

“Lisa...why decide to trust me so quickly?”  

She looked back.  The light in her eyes were a little brighter.

“Something feels right about you.  A little grumpy and anti-social, but right.”

“And the impaled people?”

Lisa actually seemed a little flustered, if not embarrassed by this question.

“People had a bit of a...acceptance problem towards many women in power back then.”

Vlad surprised himself by chuckling.  

“Ever been out of the castle since then?”

“Not since I became a vampire.”

Vlad may have paused for a second as they were walking down the hall.  A vampire...very...straight forward.  But looking at her eyes, it was an honest answer.

“I must tell you, it is best if you don’t.”

Lisa laughed.  “My goodness, I wonder what people are like now out there.”

She opened the door.  “Now, here we are.”

Vlad wasted not time to start handling the tools Lisa had in this wondrous place.

Lisa walked over to his side to take the valuable tool in his hand. 

“All of this is a precious thing among immortals.”  

Lisa looked at Vlad.  Her eyes were truly bright now.  

“In return for all of this, will you help me with a project?”

There was no pause to his answer: “Yes.”

“Good, we have much work to do if we are going to improve everyone’s lives.”

Vlad might have frozen on the spot.

“What?”

A man with slight misanthropy, and a humane vampire, this may be an odd mix.

[catchymemes]

This adorable proposal.

[daftpenstartedover]

[last-bi-in-town-deactivated2023]

This is why I LOVE same-sex relationships. Like, who’s gonna propose?? Probably both!!

[cockopedia]

This made my whole damn day

[carniore]

Castlevania AU: Vlad-Lisa Swap

An idea just popped into my head a few minutes ago.

What if Lisa and Dracula switched general roles within Castlevania?

Lisa Fahrenheit being the immortal enemy of the Belmont clan(that might be a bit iffy,) and Dracula/Vlad as a mortal man with a case of misanthrope. They still fall in love, but Vlad dies and Lisa starts a war.

The outcome is definitely different though, as these two lovers keep their personalities and morals.

[carniore]

Castlevania: Gender-bend

Okay, I’ll bite ‘cause my curiosity got the better of me.  I’ve only seen genderbent Issac and Hector on Tumblr.com, but is there a genderbend au somewhere in the fandom with a lady Dracula or genderbend Trevor/Treffy?

[carniore]

Castlevania AU: BHNA-Huh.

I am not alone with the Castlevania-BnHA AU thingie-magig.

[carniore]

Castlevania AU: BNHA-Lisa

Here’s a guilty secret:  The whole reason I did a Castlevania&BNHA crossover was for one main reason.  And that reason was Lisa.

Lisa, sweet mother of Alucard and 90% of Vlad’s will to live and reason to tolerate humanity as a whole.  And a woman that won my respect and loyalty in two seconds.  I woman I could actually die for if I knew her long enough in real life(probably around 2 minutes...if you get the reference.)  And the reason I sided with Dracula and saw his perspective for an entire month.  

I mean, the Bishop decide to burn an innocent woman with no valid reasoning besides being a woman, don’t pay attention to who her husband is, or her last name, and you think: “Oh, God will protect me, and I will become the church.”  What the *#%@.  God puked at your work and you are path-

Okay, I think that’s enough venting.  Time to explain her general role and some of her history in this universe.

Okay, lets start with a bit of her history on the bare basics.  Lisa came from a small town, Lupu, and actually managed to get into the top Romanian Pro Hero Academy as a support hero.  While she didn’t make top class, she won most of her pears’ respects, and fought well.  She eventually graduated and took the hero name Blood Mage, which I will explain later.  

Odd thing for a support hero:  She made her debut alone...sort of.  Lisa actually started her Pro Hero career helping out in low income areas and tried to educate others in healing and science.  It was not easy, as many of these areas were controlled by a kingpin called the Archbishop, and his infamous second-in-command, the Bishop(BOOO.)  Lisa actually had to fight them off a few times.    

Eventually, Lisa decided she needed help...and when straight to the richest and most terrifying Pro Hero in Romania: Dracula.  Fun fact, Dracula, or Vlad, was the only known Romanian to go to U.A., and could make every hero in a ten-mile radius pee themselves, and...he actually did that once.  In Greece.  And she just...walked up to his front door.  Cue canon meeting sequence between Lisa and Dracula, add a super-powered test fight, and voila.  The DraculaxLisa commenced.

A year later, they are happily married, make a kick-butt hero Duo(you know who got more famous,) and most importantly, the first future member of the chaotic Romanian hero trio was born: Alucard.  And an added bonus, the kingspin and most of his power-holds were dead...but the Bishop...

Was not.  

Eighteen years after Dracula, or as Lisa now knew him, Vlad, got a distress signal from a major city in Wallachia.  Lisa had to go it alone on that faithful day.  She ended up getting trapped by the “priests” of the Bishop(they are not actually priests, please don’t kill me,) and burned alive in a restaurant called the Stake...as a show of power cause I am sadly trying to somewhat trying to keep everyone in character and sadly the Bishop is a real *%&#@.  Luckily, Trevor is around and saves her, and Vlad eventually comes swooping in and literally throws a fireball at the Bishop, who hides out in the cathedral.  I’ll let you take a few guesses what happened in the cathedral.  It had to do with a Nomu named Blue Fangs. >:) 

Lisa eventually healed over and recovered, with rather awful burns, but now Vlad is on the edge of murdering any living supporter of the Bishop, even if they are former supporters(although, to be fair, I think any hero would be like that in his scenario.  I can even see All Might that angry, a bid with a different approach.)

Lisa eventually calms him down, barely, and have a “few” heated arguments(don’t worry, Vlad is gentle with her and loves her very much-don’t ever doubt his love to her, please), but they eventually heal and move to Japan.

Lisa eventually adopted the hero name Witchbottle, and lived as peacefully as any support hero could, and took Trevor on as an apprentice.

Now Hero Name and Lisa’s Quirk.  Let’s start with her Quirk.

Lisa has a quirk I thought sort of fit her theme and is sort of symbolic to her relationship with Vlad.  It is called O-Blood.  Kind of ominous and morbid, and it is.  Her blood is O-, hence the name, but it doesn’t work like in Deadman Wonderland.  It can literally heal almost any injury...except burns...and because it is O-, she can give in to anyone, and it gives her super regenerative abilities.  

But like most quirks, it has a setback, one that is even more severe than Denki’s electricity.  While her tissue and bones will heal, her blood itself will not regenerate, and she can’t take in any other blood, even O-, her own blood type.  So she has to keep a storage of her own blood just in case.  

Because of this major setback, Lisa also knows how to fight really well.  Like, really well, with a 10-meter rope dart.  Could kick canon Trevor’s butt into tomorrow if she wished.

Her name was originally Blood Mage because of her quirk, and because I headcanonically though she could make medical jokes about her blood and...because I sort of thought it would be funny if she was into death metal.  She changed it to Witchbottle...sort of out of a mixture spite, symbolism, and consideration.  Witch because the last thing the Bishop called her, and she sort of wanted to spite his hell-sent spirit, and also wanted to change it into something else, and bottle, because medication could be held in a bottle and she had medical experience. 

Bonus

Lisa’s costume is simple...but bada**.  Her debut costume is a blood red bodysuit under a form-fitting dried-blood colored “apron”, one that covers the front and back torso and secured by straps at the sides, with her weapon wrapped around her waist, with dark red boots.  Her current one is similar to her canon dress, but image it in the form of a edgy, but elegant, jumpsuit instead.  Oh!  And she has roses in her hair.

[carniore]

Castlevania AU: BNHA

For any Castlevania fans who also like Boku no Hero Academia.

I came up with this idea a few days ago. What if there was an alternate universe where Castlevania characters(Netflix version) existed in the Boku no Hero Academia universe, but with different roles for some of them. Especially Drac, because of one very important detail I will mention later.

Basically, Vlad actually is a Pro Hero name, well, Dracula. Why he is a Pro Hero and not a villain, I will explain/hint later, and maybe elaborate more on his history in this universe. He is one of the most powerful Pro Heroes that originated from Transylvania that came to Japan. However, he only comes out at night for a few reasons.

Alucard, Sypha, and Trevor still get together as a Pro Hero group and attend U.A. They are pure chaos and give Drac a headache.  The damage they do...

The vampiric generals are still around working under Dracula. Camilla however...

But most importantly: Lisa lives (she still gets burned and gets some nasty burns. May explain later), but is also a support hero named Witchbottle excuse my horrible humor...it also sort of stuck with me....I had some other ideas And she is a BAMF support hero and beloved by a lot of people.

Excuse my ramblings, and good night!

P.S. If I continue with this, I will explain a lot more about everyone I mentioned and others I am thinking of adding. And if I really get into it, add a few shorts.

P.S.S. If you still don’t get why Drac is a Pro rather than a Villan, I’ll give you a hint I mentioned before: Lisa lives. If you are hard-core DraculaxLisa shippers, you will get it.

P.S.S.S. I might make a more...tragic version where Lisa dies and Vlad goes mad like in Cannon, but it may not happen cause I’m not that heartless...I hope

[carniore]

Death Mage?

Raise the Necromacer

She started out as a pale, long-dead corpse. Nothing about her made her identifiable, besides a deep slit that would had detached her head if it weren’t for her intact spine. Otherwise, she would not have been in any shape for forging. He had already done the preparation, now he needed to strike the hammer.

The moment the hammer struck the anvil, a howl ripped through the room. The skeletal animals shrieked and yowled, suddenly bursting into fiery blue energy. It followed with a singular demonic shriek, then his master’s castle bursted with blue light as every demon within combusted into blue firelight, drawn back to the forge room until the room of their origin was a fiery inferno.

The Forgemaster’s limbs went weak, and his mind suddenly felt like it was splintering into a thousand pieces. But he kept forging, and the howling dulled from the corpse’s mouth.

Finally, silence. The Forgemaster’s breath was short and ragged now. The corpse itself had not appeared to change at all... suddenly rising as if it had just woken from a nightmare.

The corpse’s breathing came in whooping coughs and ragged breaths. The stitches in her neck were sealed over with a cool blue light...and her chest...

There was almost no chest. There was only bone, and the only organ he could see was a pulsing white heart veiled in glowing blue shadows.

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A Castlevania Fanfic where one of Dracula’s Forgemaster bring back a necromancer..and she has no idea what is going on. And even less of who she was and what she can become.

[carniore]

Species: The Markless(Humans)

Species: The Markless(Humans)

Total Population: 18

Occurrence/History:  The first five Markless were the only lab rat survivors of the experimental stages of the Markless surgery. The rest were chosen at random, with every possible patient riding in on a heavily costing lottery ticket.  

Appearance/Distinguishable Features:  They are humans that go under special surgery to change into a much different form.  The most distinguishable features are their variously-colored, iridescent, and translucent hair with special iridescent fractures in each strand that capture and disperse light, and reflective irises.  They are typically lean, smoothly curved around the joints, waist, and limbs; with smooth, carved muscles, long appendages, and sharp, hard features.  Their skin lack creases or any sort of marks imperfections, smooth, and shimmers like graphite.   Markless can be described to be a more alien version of physical human perfection.  Sometimes, a Markless will get special invisible polygonal geometric surface tattoos that are invisible unless they go under certain lights, depending on the Markless’s choice, and shine like gemstones that vary in color.  

The Markless are usually adorned in stiff, slippery crepe-like clothing of various colors and ranges from translucent to opaque, the occasional piece of jewelry, and unbounded hair.

Behavior:  After surgery, most are noted to be apathetic, ruthless, and in some cases, vain.  Behavior varies depending on the original condition of the Markless’s past life before the surgery, some becoming more carefree, reckless, or stoic and manipulative.  They rarely stay truly sympathetic or empathetic, much less remain the same from pre-surgery.  They are not restrained by society castes, doing and going as they please.  Most abuse this loophole to some extent.  

Species Attributes:  

Infertility-The Markless are not allowed to bear any biological children after the surgery, and the stress of the surgery often causes sterilization itself.  But if the stress doesn’t destroy the genitals of the male or female patient, they will be made permanently infertile through chemical means.

Intoxication Immunity- They are unable to get intoxicated, no matter how strong it is or how much they consume.  The substance is quickly condensed in the system and flushed out quickly.  

Decelerated Age- They age slower than regular humans, some living up to be about 200 without medical usage.

Decreased Healing Rate- The Markless are unable to heal physical injuries as quickly or effective as before the surgery, taking several times longer.  A special cellular healing technique can speed up the process, but the cellular healing technique itself takes a long time, depending on the severity of the wounds.     

Decelerated Pain- They are unable to feel certain amounts of physical pain that regular humans would have noticed immediately, and takes larger amounts of pain for them to feel it.

Emotional Suppression- The Markless are injected with a special fluid that allows them to have an easier time suppressing emotions at will.  Only a few drugs can suppress this apathetic ability, or strong traumatic memories or emotions may override it.

Enchanted Durability- The Markless have compacted and strengthened muscles, ligaments, organs, and bones.  They have bones and teeth as strong as diamonds, and flesh, cartilage, and keratin as tough and more flexible than graphene.  They can withstand colder and hotter temperatures than other humans, but not inhumanly so.

But with a higher durability, comes a counter: a lower healing rate.

Heightened Senses-They are able to see in lower light conditions and see even the faintest abnormalities in backgrounds.  The Markless also have a heightened taste, smell, hearing, and touch.

Heightened Physical Abilities- Not only do they have enchanted durability, but other physical abilities are also enchanted to the limits, such as stamina, agility, strength, dexterity, and speed.  In a quick sprint, they can run 100 mph/? KmPH, lift 1550 pounds, and apply a pressure of 775 pounds per inch.  

Noticeable Weakness:  They are unable to heal as quickly as before, and have to use special cellular surgery to fix the injuries. Sharp, super-heated weapons are the best suited weapons against them.

Habitat:  Usually high-end, technologically-advanced, intergalactic cities with plenty of rich patrons to choose from.

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Please do not claim this idea as your own.  If you do use the Idea, please notifie me and please give met the credit, at least.

[carniore]

Oblivion

The Ghost

He couldn’t help but stare into the crowd. “What?” jested a groveling noble next to him. “Spot a birdie of you liking?”

More like a ghost.

Among the crowds of swooning, tipsy gaudily overdressed human noblewomen, something slipped and wove through the crowd. He would catch glimpses of a fleeting pale figure, mishap yet full-bodied, sometimes pausing to grab a drink, startle a servant for reasons unknown, and disappear again.

“My higher?”

At this point, the nobleman was practically unheard. So he left for the crowd, to find the fleeting ghost that had hidden behind he’s thoughts since the evening started.

...

It took him two hours, twenty tipsy human nobles, and a servant girl to even find it in the small ballroom. And it didn’t seem to know he was following.

By now his patience had worn thin. He shoved aside countless nobles, his patience running thinner and thinner. Thankfully, it appeared to be chatting lightly with a servant with a rather unnerved face.

Finally he could get a better glimpse of it-or rather her. She was wearing a rather unusual dress, made of an unfamiliar white fabric carved with many little holes shard like entwining teardrops and small slits around the hemlines and down her back. It fit her form rather than hide or forcefully push her body in odd positions like the other silly nobles, and in a sense, looked sort of twisted on its own. But he couldn’t put his finger on why.

So he steeled-no he was an elf-he did not need that- and coughed lightly. She promptly ignored him, even with the servant now looking directly at him, almost trembling in fear.

Finally, his cold temper got the better of him. As quickly as a viper, he graved a sleeved wrist and tightened his grip.

“As lower noble, you should be-“ She twisted the right side her head towards him. And it was as if the entire room went quite.

It was like looking into an empty mask, and in some truth he was. All he could focus on now was the mask. It was as if someone had carved one of his sleeping kinsmen’s faces of, turned it into thick white paper, and carved elaborate little holes into it, like an enormous, twisted, beautified scar across their entire face, saved for the soft nose and lower jaw.

Despite all the holes, her features weren’t clear. Her eye color, facial features, even trying to tell what ethnicity she was from was impossible. Only her void black- maybe deep red-hair was visible, the only part of her head not hidden by the mask, bounded in a tight, low bun, sprinkled in what looked like luminous pearl shavings and raw pale stones.

She tilted her head downwards, as if to get a better look at him. Suddenly, it was like looking into the white oblivion, if it had a human form.

Quietly, without him noticing, she tugged her wrist out of his iron grip, took a flute of champagne off the servant’s tray with a silent gloved hand, and walked away.

Suddenly, time seem to flow again, and he was suddenly stuck in the middle of tipsy, overdressed nobles, in front of a trembling servant, with an odd look on his face.

“What just happened?”

And for some reason, he couldn’t help but wonder if those gloves matched the holes on her mask and hemlines.