I haven't scrolled through your blog and liked every post yet but i saw "ASK ME ABOUT VAMPIRES" so yeah, who's your favourite v! character? Btw it doesn't have to be the better one, it can also be the very (or little) fucked up one that keeps you up at night, we are not talking about morality here we are talking hyperfixation
well, as will become abundantly clear (hah) if you choose to scroll my blog my favorite vampires character is owen! he is a character who was quite literally made for me in terms of themes, traits and character design. Oh so you're an outcast? and you're gay? you're gay and in love and your love has been killed? and you've killed all the people (and then some) who are responsible for your loves death? and you're full of the rage of a thousand burning suns all the time? you have hate in your heart and are unwilling to let it go? your singular goal in life has become revenge?? waow okay cool i can be normal (lie). Like i watched scotts pov with my friend and was like 'okay that was fun i liked it' and then I watched owens pov and was like 'oh. so this is going to be my personality for a while.'
he also really reminds me of an oc of mine so that helps lol
Day 3 of @khoc-week 2025, and the theme is Twilight Town.
Twilight Town is a world near and dear to my heart, and it's a shame Jax never gets to see it. He'd fit right in, in the Twilight vibes. But there is a staple part of the world Jax loves, and that's sea-salt ice cream. Not one for overly sweet things it's the perfect blend. Today, I also took the opportunity to explore some of the relationships Jax has, and the one he considers the most important to him.
Jax couldn’t help laughing at the expression that crossed his face. His nose was wrinkled in disgust and every time he seemed to manage to return his expression back to something resembling normal he would take another bite of the blue ice cream he was holding and his lip would curl.
“You know, if you don’t like it you don’t have to finish it,” Jax pointed out, between laughs while he still had some breath left. Still he sounded breathless in a way he rarely did. Green eyes were turned on him in glare, as he took yet another bite with so much force it could only be out of spite.
“I’m not wasting it,” Gula snapped back, though he was making a face again and it made it so hard to take him seriously. All Jax’s laughter did was deepen Gula’s glare as he willfully looked away. A faint dusting of red joined the freckles that covered his face.
It was rare that Jax got to see Gula without the mask now. Usually within town borders he had to wear it, a clear marker he was one of the foretellers. And outside of the town they were rarely together, both too busy with their own tasks. He had almost forgotten just how green his eyes were or the way the sun gave his hair golden highlights. And it had been so long since he had seen Gula wear anything but the robes gifted to him by the master. Something about it made him look so much smaller, or maybe that was all Jax. He looked so much like the wielders under their command.
“Come on,” Jax said, nudging Gula with his shoulder. “We’ll get you a different flavor. If it bothers you that much I’ll finish it.”
“I don’t know why you’d want this salty mess,” Gula muttered. But he didn’t argue, letting Jax turn him back the way they had come.
Even in a different town, and after many years nothing had changed. It was a thought Jax couldn’t chase out as they retraced their steps. Gula was always the type to enjoy the sweeter things, whenever they had managed to scrape together the munny for it. Jax had learned exactly how to get in and out of the local candy shops unnoticed for special occasions. And he had gotten a good sense for what Gula would and wouldn’t like. They couldn’t afford to waste what was so carefully won, in any sense.
It never changed Gula always wanted to try the things Jax liked. And their tastes so rarely matched.
Without much of a fuss they had replaced the salty ice cream with something sweeter, and were walking through the town again. Part of Jax wished he hadn’t suggested getting a new one, he wasn’t laughing as much now and from the far off look in his eyes he was getting trapped in his thoughts.
Gula had always been the type to get trapped in his thoughts. He thought about everything to an extent that Jax wasn’t sure anyone had ever thought about things. It had been a shock when they were children, well smaller children. Jax would try to explain something simple, and Gula would ask a question Jax had never even considered, and he was never sure how Gula had thought to consider it. It had it’s benefits, but when so much of their livelihood depended on acting fast without doubt it had only slowed Gula down.
He wasn’t meant to be a thief.
“What are you thinking about?” Jax asked, when the silence was starting to be too heavy and not the comfortable silence they used to share. His silences had been too heavy lately. Since the Master had disappeared.
“Hm?” Gula hummed, hardly an acknowledgement. Jax waited a moment, letting his mind catch up with the present. He watched as the ice cream melted down the stick. “Oh, just thinking.”
“In general?” Jax asked. He glanced around quickly before continuing. Though the streets had been empty it was no guarantee. He would hate to sacrifice this secret. “Or is something going on?”
“Lot’s of things are going on,” Gula said, his eyes focused on the ice cream in a way that he didn’t seem to be seeing at all. Something that was too short.
“Did Ira say something today?” Jax asked, dropping his voice. It wasn’t common, for all the foretellers to be called together by their new leader. Jax almost hadn’t believed it when Gula had told him earlier in the day, before their meeting.
“He always does,” Gula answered. Jax frowned now.
“You’re avoiding the question,” Jax pointed out. If Gula really didn’t want to answer he wouldn’t. And that was a risk Jax was willing to take. Or, that was what he told himself as the silence drug on, Gula falling back into his own thoughts again.
“He found a Dark Chirithy,” Gula said, his voice quiet. Jax felt his heart stop, his breath catching. It took all he had to keep walking.
“When?” Jax asked.
“Recently,” Gula answered. It was his turn to glance around nervously. Jax hadn’t thought to consider they were getting closer to the Leopardus district, a place more wielders were sure to be. “He didn’t say exactly when, or where. I think he was more focused on what it meant than anything.”
“What does it mean?” Jax asked. Chirithy’s were everywhere. One for each wielder, even the foretellers had their own. Jax’s own Chirithy was like him, quiet and rarely wanted to be seen. He assumed the similarities were there among most wielder and Chirithy pairs. But when a wielder fell to darkness the Chirithy usually vanished. Disappeared along with their wielder. One turning dark, that was unheard of.
“There’s a traitor,” Gula said. It was a simple statement, one that settled heavy in Jax’s chest. “He wanted to find out who it is, but obviously no one wants to fess up to it. It was unwise of him to reveal the information to all of us at once.”
“All that because of a single Dark Chirithy?” Jax asked. “Couldn’t it just be a wielders?”
“Unlikely,” Gula answered. “After all, most Chirithy’s disappear when their wielders fall. This one didn’t, for some reason.”
“You want me to look into it?” Jax asked, though he was already sure of the answer. He knew what his job was.
“Yes,” Gula said. “It’s much easier for you to move throughout the town than me. Even if the other foretellers notice something, the wielders won’t. I don’t want them to panic if we can help it.”
“Of course,” Jax agreed. “I’ll see what I can find.”
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