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sometimes a vampire bite is just a vampire bite and sometimes a vampire bite is sex
I’m so glad you’re alright and well!! The chapter was of course a wonderful perk but I was just so pleased to hear from you. Speaking of the chapter, thank you for an amazing one! The email notification made my week as it always does.
Question time! If that’s okay. Just how sensitive are your vamps in terms of their hearing etc? Can Ian tell what heartbeat is Mickey’s or does he just know it’s his when he’s expecting him? When my dog gets all excited standing right at the door wagging his tail when he can hear someone arriving home before any of us can… that’s what I’ve been envisioning as Ian’s energy when he can hear Mickey from the elevator haha. But I assume he didn’t this time, was it because he was… preoccupied? 😭 Was his hearing and smell not as focused due to Eric and not expecting anyone else so he missed Mickey’s noises/scent?
I’m really sorry if this is either meant to be obvious or if it sounds nitpicking I hope it doesn’t come across as that as I don’t intend it to be, just genuinely find vampire lore a lot of fun! And also find it a lot of fun that Ian can be as surprised as us haha.
Thank you again for this chapter! I for one am thoroughly enjoying myself. Stay safe and have a nice week! I hope you get some time to rest.
The coolest thing about making my own version of vampire lore is that I can actually answer these questions with unabashed confidence (again, very new to the supernatural game.)
Vampire hearing is very sensitive; not werewolf/your precious dog levels, but way better than normal humans. That said, Ian would not be able to differentiate Mickey's heartbeat from anyone else's in a crowd. He knows it's Mickey because he's the person he's expecting to be in elevator in the middle of the night, on the floor where Ian is the lone occupant. Someone's scent and the smell of their blood tho? Ian could typically pick up on that as if he was Colombo.
Bingo on preoccupation being the main factor here. Ian was feeding, so he's not trying to see or hear anything else just then. It sucks to hear, but at that point, Eric was Ian's whole world. If Eric hadn't spotted him, Mickey could have probably dipped without Ian even knowing he was there. I envision feeding to be such a powerful, all-engrossing thing.
I watched Midnight Mass on Netflix and -spoilers!- when the "Angel" was feeding, they didn't even clock that they were getting royally fucked up by the enemy. Dude was having their wings ripped apart and the most they could muster at one point was a "can you not?" annoyed handwave. Now that's what I'm talking about.
Don't even worry about it, I love discussing and answering stuff, for the most part. Especially now since I know my writing is context clue heavy and I'm in the middle of furious fantasy world building.
Oh my god, the shit that's yet to come... We are nowhere yet, fam. We are nowhere.
Playing Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines was such an amazing experience for me and has sucked me into the World of Darkness as a whole. This is Elric, my take on the male Ventrue PC from the game, whom I have grown very fond of.
He’s a bit of an underdog as a Ventrue, much more comfortable in the dingy emo clubs of LA than climbing the corporate later. May take the concept of “eat the rich” a little too seriously...
He’s based off of the “Corporate Goth” Ventrue outfit reskin by Vampire Nonsense (on Nexus Mods) hence the fun skull shirt.
(Fic) Domesticated
“You want chupacabras? Because this is how you get chupacabras.”
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Title: Domesticated Setting: VTM-with-the-serial-numbers-filed-off. Also, Vegas. Warnings: Mentions of animal death Summary: Supernatural set shenanigans aren’t always dramatic, but Sheriff Joplin hates dealing with this kind of nonsense the most.
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It wasn’t the fanciest suburb of Las Vegas, but Centennial Hills was pretty popular with some folks. No playground of the uber-rich, yet the ever-expanding tasteful sprawl of sand-coloured buildings offered a variety of homes, and a decent set of amenities; assuming that neatly aligned desert ornamentals and mathematically planned-out parks were your thing. Personally, Dennis Joplin liked houses with some actual lived-in character – and it would be a few decades yet before any of these box-fresh homesteads showed any real personality. If the Residents Associations could be distracted for long enough to form any, of course.
Not that they’d do anything about this sort of problem, either way.
The satnav beeped, pulling him out of his grumbling revere, at the same moment as Mitch jabbed a narrow elbow into his arm and pointed down the block.
“Third left, Sheriff,” the younger man piped up cheerfully, before craning back around to look out of the squad car’s passenger window. “You sure you don’t want any backup?”
“Nah,” Joplin rumbled as he brought the car into park by the curb, a little way away from Number Thirty-two’s drive. “If anyone’s asking, we’re responding to a domestic.”
Mitch grinned again – with that slightly-too open smile of his, which always made him look like he was just holding in a bark of laughter – and wobbled a hand from side to side in an exaggerated ‘so-so’ gesture.
“Well, technically…”
“I ain’t thinking in technicalities tonight,” Joplin snorted, pulling a face. “I hate this sorta shit.”
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Use the Force, Harry, or whatever.
you're coming with me. through the aging, the fearing, the strife
art fight prep is kicking my ass
But. a collection of oc images I've made this past couple weeks: