#vampire joey

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Vampire Joey mayhaps

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i want to return to my original draft for vampire in brooklyn because i did have a strong idea i wanted to mess with, but i don't think i have the brain power for it currently. i will post it here because i love to receive validation. tw for suicide/suicidal thoughts, casual drug use, and vomiting

Bright lights flashed in Seto’s face. Pink and blue and orange and white made barely discernible patterns across the makeshift dance floor. Bodies moved and conversation built like a dull roar in his ears. He walked through the rooftop party like a ghost, blood drumming with drink and drugs numbing him from the skin. It didn’t stop him from feeling the core of his bones and pull of his muscle, the soft wet interior of a man drudging like an undead creature. He walked to edge of the party, where the roof access door and laid lovers in shadow. The enthusiastic couples had found their privacy and didn’t even look up as Seto walked past their throng. He found a metal pipe to cling to, and the shock of cold against his skin felt like a bath. He collapsed into it, and his stomach heaved. The brightly colored cocktails splashed across the concrete roof. The lights reflected back its medley of colors.

Seto lifted his head to the sky, felt the cool late October breeze. His feet moved of their own accord. The brownstone lip of the building was just high enough that it took some struggle to climb. He stood up straight, looking down at the street below. His body wavered in the wind, and he held his arms out to welcome it. The party didn’t stop. No one even noticed.

Today was Seto Kaiba’s birthday, and just like every year, he wished he was dead.

The thought brute forced its way to the front of his mind. It was a dull thrum at all times. Seto spent his whole life making the wrong decisions. Spent hours of work and dedicated his mind to causes he didn’t believe in. His head sunk as he thought of his brother, attending school in California. The one spot of sunshine in his life, Mokuba had texted a happy birthday message between classes that morning. Seto hadn’t expected a phone call. He hadn’t expected anything at all. Let Mokuba live his happy life somewhere far away from the pressures of the Kaiba heir. Let him be happy. Let Seto be the sacrifice. Every year the knife dug deeper in, and he had to wonder how much pain he could take before it finally pierced his heart.

It might’ve been easier if he wasn’t on the other side of the world, protecting investments abroad, spending his day with men in business suits that still treated him like a child. He’d taken the party invitation from another young executive as a way to pass the hours until the next day. Better than being alone in his hotel room, chest aching with each tick of the clock. His heart was a heavy weight in his chest, and as he wobbled where he stood, he imagined the weight pitching him forward, until his body collapsed on the concrete below.

That’s what losers deserve, a voice whispered on the wind, and he squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them again, he realized he was no longer alone. Someone leaned over the stone edge, chin in hand, staring up at him with wide brown eyes. The lights of the party reflected against his face, casting odd shadows that made him hard to read.

“Do you mind?” Seto spat out.

The stranger shrugged his shoulders. A shredded jean jacket rolled across his shoulders with safety pins and badges sewn into it. A shag of bleach blond hair curled around the nape of his neck. Half gloves covered his knuckles, and his nails were black. It was not the look of a high class rooftop party, especially compared to Seto’s Burberry coat and custom boots. A party crasher, he surmised, and now witness. Fine, let him watch. Seto held his arms out again, lifting his chin. He wobbled where he stood. Every second he didn’t let his body weight fall forward, he felt instead the eyes of the stranger on him. Seto let out a frustrated sound and shot a glare his way.

“Are you gonna do it?” the stranger said.

A thick Brooklyn accent coated his words. His eyes were wide and unblinking, and they Seto off kilter more than the drink. Red seemed to rim the outer edge of the iris, or maybe it was the lights blinking across his face.

“Would it give you any satisfaction if I did?” Seto asked.

A grin stretched across his face. “Would it do for you?”

Heat flared from the tips of Seto’s ears down to his cheeks. Embarrassment tinged with anger. He’d been caught by this–this–lowlife punk deadbeat take your pick–in the midst of his ennui and now was being dared–dared–to take his own life. As though Seto Kaiba would plummet so easily for the entertainment of some goddamned idiot. How pathetic would it look too? Kaiba takes a swan dive with too many drugs in his system. They wouldn’t even call it a suicide. And then all the drama with the Americans to get his body properly cremated, and Mokuba would have to shoulder the headache. All for the tabloids to speculate wildly about every ounce of him, and leave the reputation of Kaiba Corp even more sullied. No, no thank you. Not tonight anyway.

“Not that it should matter to you,” Seto said, trying to gracefully climb down while still being very drunk. “I don’t need any heckling from the peanut gallery–ah!”

He tripped, stupidly, and for a single jolting second he swung towards the concrete street below. A hand gripped the back of his coat and pulled so he fell backwards. His balance was off completely, and he crumpled into the waiting arms of the stranger. He held him beneath the armpits so Seto’s long legs draped in front of them, and he looked down. The pinks and blues framed his golden hair, and in Seto’s spinning vision he seemed to pulse with the music, like a 3D picture he couldn’t figure out.

“I’m Joey,” the stranger said with his same smile.

Seto grit his teeth down and shoved off him. It took him a heartbeat too long to find his own footing. Wiping off his coat, he said, “Then I know who to send my dry cleaning bill to.”

Joey laughed, a loud rancorous laugh that echoed over the music. “You’re kind of an asshole, ain’t ya?”

Seto didn’t bother denying the claim. He picked at a piece of lint and tossed it aside. “You can leave now.”

Joey didn’t. He stared at him with his damned gaze, pupils stretched wide, like a cat who saw his mouse on the other side of the room. Seto felt the same heat pulse in his chest, that shame at being caught in a moment of weakness.

“You know,” Joey said, nodding his head toward the roof door, “I was about to ditch this party. And I figure you got your schedule cleared for tonight.”

“It wasn’t exactly planned,” Seto grumbled.

“There’s this bar,” Joey said. “I hate to drink alone.”

“I’m not–”

“And if you’re that determined to die,” Joey said, “I can think of a lot more pleasant ways to go.”

Seto stared at him. His eyes betrayed nothing but amusement. He walked back towards the stairway, and like a gnat in the allure of a lantern, Seto followed.

Seto was used to introducing himself with his family name, but he made no mention of it as they walked to the ground floor. Neither of them said much at all, not until they pushed open the door to New York’s evening streets. Joey stood against the brownstone and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He tapped the box in his palm and pulled out a stick with his teeth, glancing at Seto as he did. He must’ve seen the bob of Seto’s throat when he said, “You want one?”

Seto nodded mutely. He removed a second stick, placing them both between his lips, and he flicked the lighter. Once they were both cherry red, he passed one to Seto, who took it with shaking hands. Anything in his belly had been exorcized when he vomited, and the remains of what lurked in his bloodstream had him shivering in the autumn chill, despite his coat. 

[13apocalypse]

Imagine vampire!joey

Imagine vampire joey coming to you everytime he needed to feed because youre the only person he trusts not to hurt.

Imagine vampire!joey locking eyes with you and he creeps near, panting and he catches the scent of your open paper cut

vampire!joey licking your wounds clean, sighing after every taste, your taste is perfect to him and hes absolutely hooked.

vampire!joey ruining you for all other men, covering you in his scent, claiming you as his life partner. Hell, you might even ask him to turn you immortal just like him.

[rosies-batim-blog]

What kind of monster forms do everyone in Sillyvision Studios have, apart from the cartoons?

I’m assuming this is meant to be for the VHStudio AU? In which case, everyone doesn’t really have monster “forms” but they are all different kinds of monsters.

Henry is a vampire, and Joey becomes one later on.

I still very much love Ghost Sammy, but I’m thinking he may become a vampire instead in the actual storyline.

Wally and Norman become werewolves.

Susie is either a Harpy or a Siren. (Leaning towards Siren, if I’m being honest.)

Shawn is a male Selkie.

And Grant is a (very stressed out) wizard.

I haven’t thought too much about what other staff members would be, but that’s mostly because I don’t want to overwhelm the AU with magical people. Sometimes it’s better to just leave people human.

And if they did become something inhuman, I’d say they’d join the ranks of magical beings that art already there.

(Maybe Allison becoming a witch? Or Thomas becoming another werewolf? Basically just filling out the ranks instead of adding new ones.)

If I got this wrong, feel free to tell me what you meant!

[rosies-batim-blog]

How do you think everyone else would react to Vampire Joey Drew?

In the VHStudio AU?

If it was VHStudio, I’d say no one was too surprised about it. Everyone knows how close Joey and Henry are, and that Joey wants to be part of the Studio for as long as he can manage. So the idea of him going to Henry to be Turned isn’t very outrageous.

Admittedly, it would take a while to actually CONVINCE Henry to Turn someone, even of that person was literally ASKING him to do it. Pretty much everyone would know about it and there would probably be betting pool in the lunch room about it. (“How Long Until Joey Gives Up” VS “How Long Until Henry Caves”)

It would be a very long time, considering how Stubborn BOTH of them are.

[rosies-batim-blog]

Here’s Joey! I wasn’t feeling up to coloring right now, so I’ll just give a quick description here.

Joey was an ash blonde, with blue-grey eyes, and fair skin.

Clothes are; A white shirt, dark brown vest, a murky red tie, dark grey pants, and black loafers.

In the main AU, he wears mostly the same wordrobe, but it’s heavily stained with ink, and he’s lost all the color in his hair. He’s also very wrinkled.

In the VHStudio AU, as a vampire, Joey’s eyes turn a similar shade of red as Henry’s, he grows fangs, and his ears become pointed. But other than that, he's pretty much the same.

[rosies-batim-blog]

So does Joey deal well with the whole vampirism thing? I know he asked for it but I'm sure actually being turned is pretty jarring

The first thing you’ve got to remember is, Henry was forcibly Turned. It’s a bit different when the person is willing. Magic is a Mind-over-Matter thing, it’s impacted by the mental and emotional states of the people invoking it.

Secondly, as the one doing the Siring, Henry is the Boss when it comes to Vampire business. The same can be said for his mindset, he doesn’t really want to hurt his friend, which results in a painless Turning.

Which Joey takes to like a fish to water.

[rosies-batim-blog]

Does Henry turn anyone?

Joey eventually succeeds in getting turned (he wears Henry down).

I’m debating about turning either Sammy, Norman, Wally or some combination of the three. (And someone’s going to become a Werewolf, I just haven’t decided who yet.)