Hii hi! Saku questions about vampires in heat (so sorry if this is a odd question)
yeah i am aware I know vampires can’t reproduce, but I was going through my saved stuff, and found this post about vampires in heat cycle.👇🏻 ( tumblr won’t send me the link ughh), so this post I was intrigued, so I was like “Would Saku make Xanthus or any other vampires get in heat,,,” and I could imagine Xanny being needy towards Love Lmao.
Nope, vampires do not experience anything akin to heat. They get horny like a human, but it's amplified because of their heightened sense.
I LOVE ALL YOUR WORK AHHHHH *explodes all over the place*
Anyways, this one really caught my interest! I Am The Undertow - it just sounds so good idk why??? Maybe it's my preference for mythical type fics, but the blurp you left tickles me hehhe. Are you willing to share some more ideas about it? THANKS, LOVE YOU (no pressure)
ah IATU, my beloved mad science project /lhj
i'm always willing to share my siren brain worms. it is mer-may after all ♪(´▽｀)
previous posts here, but the short summary is a siren fic in my own little au setting i'm building from scratch. featuring nightmare and his crew, along with some other familiar additions ☀👀
“You’re a tempestarii.”
The captain’s words are blunt and straight to the point. You shrink a bit at the accusatory tone, but nod your head.
He grunts. Spits on the wooden planks just shy of your boots. “Should have known.”
Nothing about this storm is natural.
Your magic is struggling, sputtering weakly like a candle in the wind. You know storms; have studied the weather that rolls off the Panthalassa all your life—and you've never heard of anything like this.
Rain pelts your skin, falling so hard it leaves stinging welts behind. You can barely see, barely breathe against the deluge of water as you clutch your guide rope for dear life. Your mind rebels against its own suspicions; tries to explain away what your soul already knows. There's an aftertaste of magic on the air. The unfamiliar spark of a power that is not your own. You're forced to face the unthinkable truth:
The hurricane that appeared out of nowhere—the one that now threatens to capsize the ship—was conjured by someone.
Whoever it is, they're unimaginably powerful. It feels as though you're struggling against a giant; brushing up against the mind of something you can barely even comprehend.
You're suffering from the final stages of magical exhaustion. Your efforts to keep the ship afloat have drained the last of your reserves. Too much longer and you'll use up the very essence of your being. Your vision darkens, blurring at the edges as you struggle to stay conscious. You can feel yourself teetering on the edge of that deep, dark abyss. All you want is just a second to rest. The chance to let go and sleep.
Not much longer now.
The voice in your mind jerks you awake, centering your awareness on the pitch-black void that surrounds you. Gone is the wind, the rolling waves and the groaning of a ship about to break apart.
A single, great eye watches you from beyond the dark.
Give in.
Those words induce the opposite of their intended effect. Something deep in your belly churns with rage. What did you or your crewmates ever do to deserve this fate? Death and destruction doled out by a faceless being who sees you as nothing more than a temporary amusement.
Despite the fatigue leeching the color from the tips of your fingers, the pounding of your heart and your terror… you reach deep within yourself, to the depths of your soul. You gather up your most volatile emotions—all of your confusion, your hurt and your fury. You wreathe those feelings in the crackling lightning of your magic, and you hurl it right into that massive, slit pupil, screaming out at the effort.
A final defiance that takes everything you have.
The soaked wood of the ship is beneath your boots once more. You hear the howling wind stutter and break off in a puff of air, like something was exhaling gently on your face. You sway on your feet, head swimming against the drain of the void that has opened in your chest. The world tilts. You’re fainting, you realize distantly.
It's a small blessing that you can't feel it when your cheek impacts with the deck. That you never see the streaks of black that look an awful lot like tentacles sliding slowly over the ship's rail.
On Twitter, I did a poll about vampires, werewolves, mermaids, & other mythical humanoid creatures. Asking which one folks would rather be or what folks would be most attracted to. For some obvious reasons, Vampire won both polls. But then there was a 3rd poll about whether I should draw some art of mythics or not.
Testing the waters with a concept sketch first. If I find time to finish this, there would be some altercations.
Bats & pearls float around the two in the dead of night, as waves crash through the rocky shores.
Sylvain isn't beating the Ariel allegations, but I love him anyway!🩵
He's so cute, poetic, feisty, a bit jumpy, paranoid, & insightful!🥰
While his paranoia is a bit comedic, it still allows us to focus on the danger he always hides from. Considering this takes place in the past, we're at a time where Mythics are at the PEAK of being hunted, sold, killed, etc. Even though this is still current in present times, we all know how RUTHLESS people were in historical parts of time! We've also experienced the harsh reality Mythics haved lived through thanks to Dontis, Xanthus, & Pet. So Sylvain's paranoia is valid! That also applies to the fact he hasn't really spent a lot of time with humans for obvious reasons. I love that he states how much Captain (his Listener) has impacted his life. Just giving him a name has given him purpose! It's so heartwarming! I might cry!....No, not again! God, I love the Mythics!✨️
Plus, we gotta show him all the ways to cook a po-tay-toe!🤭🥔🍠🍟
Another dark and cruel entity knwon in my fiction novel: is ‘Bo’Der’Yah’ or ‘Papa Der’yah’ , To put it shortly, he is a water Genie (or demon) as called by everyone who’d meet him or seen. He is responsible for drowning ships and killing it’s passengers. Mainly, because he’d find them ugly or ‘not good looking’ WHICH isn’t a justification for his crimes against mortals who’d fall to their watery graves.
Responsible for creating many landslides, islands and even magical landscapes that were created after he used his water magic. In moments of rage; he’d double in size (just like Ursula when she took the trident from Triton) and he’d literally swallow the people who made him angry. And he is the one responsible for the creation of ‘Waq Waq’ island which I’m not talking about it now.
A cruel, and twisted individual who’d find beauty and good-looking as the most two things to save people from his wrath. Since Genie from Aladdin is one of his inspiration; I decided to give him a similar personality to Genie. To put it simply: he likes to crack jokes, generous with gifting, does serious conversations to others, and he likes to mimic people.
After he got his ass kicked by Aliyaa, he’d finally realised the error of his ways and his deeds, so to atone for his sins, he started to help people: either by healing or doing good deeds. He’d even offer his priceless pearls, clams and treasures if people asked. And overall, he changed to a better person after centuries of killing, dark deeds and so on.
How he looks:
Keep in mind it isn’t very accurate though 😅. He has a pet octopus named ‘Cyclop’
