#toastbats

[rosegardeninwinter]

bat burritos 🦇

[rosegardeninwinter]

listen i just want the bat!lark content if you're up for it

“Thank you for dinner, by the way.” Ava leans her head against his shoulder, and his heart gives a great, leaping thump. 

“Of course,” he says. “I mean, it was only a cheeseburger. Not exactly fine dining.”

“And fries,” Ava reminds him. “And a milkshake. And asking me to Prom in the first place.”

“Well yeah,” Archer says, trying very hard not to let his voice sound as desperately in love with the girl he’s known since fourth grade as it is. “You’re my best friend.” 

Ava smiles up at him, her sparkly smoky eye catching in the lights from other cars in the joint’s parking lot. “Doesn’t mean you had to ask me,” she says, surprisingly soft. “Doesn’t mean I had to say yes.”

“But you did,” he says, quietly. 

“Yeah.” She smooths one red curl away from her face and blinks up at him. 

Archer takes a deep breath. Now or never, he thinks, and leans in. 

“What in the - !” Ava shrieks and Archer pulls back immediately just as something breezes through his hair like a ruffling pair of affectionate fingers. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t - I thought - ” he stammers, blushing furiously. 

“No, no,” Ava hurries to say. “It’s just, something like just flew into your head! Like a - right there! That!” 

She points with her free hand and Archer turns to see two very small fluttering shapes darting around each other several feet above their heads. They seem to be chirping at each other, like they’re in some sort of conversation, high pitched and animated. 

“Is that a bird?” Ava asks. 

“A bat,” Archer growls. “Or a pair of bats, rather.” 

“Oh,” Ava laughs. “I though they were supposed to have good night vision.”

“They do,” Archer sighs. 

“It’s not a big deal,” Ava says brightly, giving him a peck on the cheek and getting into her side of the car. “Come on!” 

His cheek burning from the contact of her lips, Archer grins and climbs into the passenger seat. 

“Oh, there they are again!” Ava laughs, glancing up through the moonroof as the bats flit overhead. “They’re cute!” 

“Yeah,” Archer agrees. He fishes out his phone, sends a text, then, boldly, reaches out and twines his fingers with Ava’s as he puts the car in reverse. 

[Archer: LIL, can you please remind mom and dad that TEXTING TO CHECK ON YOUR CHILDREN IS A THING???] 

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the only reason i feel like there shouldn't be children in the violent delights universe is because we don't need another renesmee situation, but what if they just go around adopting the immortal children that were illegally turned?

*shudders at the thought of that Renesmee puppet*

yes, we’re going to go with the adopted children route

though in my mind the Violent Delights immortal children aren’t as dangerous or unpredictable as Twilight or even Interview with the Vampire children

they’re just kiddos . . . who are lonely and scared but sweet once they know they’re loved

and they adopt like, eight lol

[insert “it is law” gif here]

[rosegardeninwinter]

vamp!katniss @ archer: hey i rented u a limo for prom *cue a horse drawn carriage pulling up*

He sputters and gestures wildly in disbelief and teenage angst. “I can’t show up in - ! Mom, this isn’t what people do these days - !”

But then he sighs, because he knows she’s only doing her best, and wraps his arms around her. “Thank you, Mom. It’s really cool.”

Katniss just melts with happiness. And luckily Archer’s date also thinks the carriage is pretty cool so it works out.

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for @white-dandelion-seeds and @oakfarmer12 who wanted Cottontail and Toastbats respectively so I present both:

Archer is sick to his stomach as he shoulders open the door of his house, a fashionable two story colonial that makes his friends’ parents jealous. He tosses his backpack on the couch and slumps over to the fridge. There’s the usuals in there: sandwich fixings and fruit and cheese, just for him, but he decides he isn’t very hungry.

He meanders back over to the couch and sinks down into it, curling his knees to his chest. It’s been a lousy day.

“Meow?”

Archer looks up and gives a weak smile. The family cat (well, ghost cat), Cottontail, is blinking up at him. Her translucent form shimmers in the afternoon sun and he reaches out a hand to give her a pet, or at least pass his fingertips through the spot of cold where her ears are. She gets the point, and purrs.

“Bat pile?” he asks her. The cat lifts her nose happily. “Alright.”

He throws his head back and shouts. “Bat pile!”

A door slams somewhere above him, and the chandelier overhead shakes, and one of the kitchen cabinets flies open, and footsteps can be heard on the stairs and Archer laughs, because to the outside observer his house would absolutely seem haunted. But it’s not, as evidenced by his mother hurrying into the living room, and four black bats practically slamming into him from all directions. His father’s away, or he’d be here too.

“Bad day?” his mother fusses affectionately, running her cool hands through his hair.

“Well, it was,” he says, grinning as his siblings materialize next to him, Willow wrapping him in her biggest sisterly hug, Ash nudging his shoulder, and the twins already having lost interest in the snuggle pile, tumbling to the floor to roughhouse. Cottontail flicks her tail in amusement. “But it’s better now.”

[rosegardeninwinter]

I've just realized the implication of the human child waking up one day and noticing they're older than their parents

I was just thinking about that! this is why we choose not to think of the implications of human toastbat(s) (because I’m still down with the idea of two at different points in history) . . . at a certain point it starts to get sad

but also however old this kid gets they always think of their siblings as their older siblings

even though the dancing girl, at most, looks about eighteen

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ok some more thoughts: our vampire family acquires their human child because it's left in a basket on their doorstep

adorable, and yet it does raise the question: who is dropping their child off at the doorstep of this family (of all families)?

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I am here for adopted toastbats please. *props chin in hands and bats my eyelashes at you* 🦇🦇🦇

oh toastbats are a go, people!

here is my proposition:

the dancing girl with dark hair is a yes; she’s in her late teens (maybe seventeen) and they meet her at a gala (hence the dancing); she’s recently turned (that century, the late 1700s) and she has been doing her best to be self sufficient but she is so lonely; needless to say they adopt her right away and she adores them but Peeta in particular is wrapped around her finger

the boy with blond curls is in his early teens (maybe fourteen when they meet him; early 1800s?) and he is having a moral quandary; he’s starving but he feels awful hunting people; they take him in and help him out and he becomes an instant Mama’s boy

later on in the 1900s come the twins; I’m really liking @lovely-tothe-bone’s suggestion that Gale be a vampire hunter but I’ve tweaked it so he gets a redemption arc when he realizes the lady he’s working for (Coin, I think) is the worst; part of me really wants him to stumble upon a pair of vampire twins and instead of turning them over to Coin or hurting them (they appear like they’re about seven or eight) he finds Katniss and Peeta and is like “here” and that’s a nice moment in his redemption arc and also the twins now have a home

and finally, one little human baby they adopt from some dire circumstance and raise as their own; yes it raises the angsty problem of the whole family outliving this child, but we live for the drama and the humor of this kid having an undead family in the modern era; “your mom could be a model! it’s like she never ages!” *nervous laughter*

I’d love to work Rue in somehow; maybe she’s an undeathlong friend of Katniss and Peeta’s and she babysits

also any and all of this is liable to change; I crave y’all’s worldbuilding; are there better backstories for the kids? do they have powers? how adorable is this bat family? appearances? names?

anyway don’t think of Mama Vamp!Katniss playing piano throughout the house to soothe her family to rest as sunlight peeks through the curtains in strategic aesthetic but won’t burn you locations (I’m going to say they can sleep and they’re just kind of nocturnal)