#vau

[sincerely-nines]

priest jim x vamp tango. thank you god. i am counting my blessings. amen and stuff.

Good! Good. I am not alone.

[darkthare]

Janosh in his grief era from my new vampire AU fic THE MOSQUITO! Which dropped its first chapter today. I'm really proud of it I hope you'll check it out if you like Adder being a freak, Janosh crying, and pining while standing right next to each other. Here is a snippet under the cut:

A decade ago, Janosh and Adder laid in the cradle of Osning gazing at the stars together. The wind had been warm in the springtime, and brought with it the distant scent of campfires, of camp and commander and cause. All of it utterly unimportant under the majesty of the heavens and in the quiet peace of a night spent beside his favorite person in all the world. Conversation rose from silent waters, popping bursts of thoughts, of laughter- then calm again. Janosh went back and forth between watching the sky and watching Adder. Charting constellations in his freckles. Neck, cheek and ear- Orion’s belt. The twinkle in his eyes, his northern star.

Adder caught him staring. Janosh just smiled at him, and he smiled back, and they were nothing but two grinning idiots in the dark. After a while, their smiles faded, but still they gazed, and the moment transformed into something so fragile and disarming he had no choice but to shut his eyes against the over bright radiance of it. And like a hangover, it came upon him. Made him sick, until he had no choice but to ask:

“How you wanna die, when you go?”

A snort. “Balls empty, tits in hand. Old as fuck.”

“What, just right on top of her?” Janosh said, chuckling at the visual. He could almost hear it. His groan of pleasure bleeding into a death rattle before he fell over stiff as a board, then shit himself like all dead men do- right there in bed. 

“Or under,” Adder laughed, “However she wants it.” Then he asked- “You?”

Janosh didn't have to think very hard. In every moment of contentment, it lurked like a friendly shadow- the thought that then, that moment, would be a fine time to die. Janosh had never been afforded ignorance at how easily joy was lost, and so he etched his happiness into his heart. So that when he did go, he could find them again – the carved-out joy that lives inside him, the precious memories he would walk the road of recollection back to, the hovels of warmth he would die in. 

So, he answered, “With a full belly,” and then, he opened his eyes and found that Adder was still looking at him. “Together.”

Something horribly soft gave way in the harsh crease of Adders brow- and there he was. His sweet Adder. Wide-eyed and loving and looking at him with such vulnerability it ached. He rolled onto his side and came closer, so close that Janosh could feel the warmth of him pressing into his side. Instinctively he slid his arm under him, wrapping around his waist and resting on the small of his back. Holding him dearly against his side.

“Doesn’t matter anyways,” Adder said, reaching out to tuck a strand of dark hair back behind his ear. “We’re never going to die.”

Janosh barked a laugh. “Oh, yeah?” jostling Adder. He threw his leg between Janosh’s, shifting until he was nearly laying on top of him.

“Yeah,” Adder grabbed his face, held him by the chin to dig his fingers into the soft meat of his cheeks. His stare was piercing. “We’re the Devils favorites. We can’t die.”

The way he said it with so much authority, so much confidence, Janosh almost thought it could be true. Maybe they’re immortal. Maybe this feeling in them, the potent, hot love that coursed through them was so strong they could subsist on it forever. For a moment, one blissful moment, he believes it. He hollows out another spot in his heart, and kisses Adder like he needs it to live.

In the silence of an early morning in Suchdol, Janosh laughs. He watches the stars dim and vanish, watches the sun rise to bathe another day in cold, horrific light- and he laughs. He shakes with it, falls apart with it, until tears are streaming down his face and he can hardly control himself. Passing patrolmen walking the ramparts cast him sidelong glances, wary of insanity in their midst, but Janosh pays them no mind. The joke is too great. So immense it threatens to split him right in half; because Adder died alone, and he will die starving.

[nocturius-pabu-core]

Poor Delta.

They will never know the feeling of a caring dad kissing them on the forehead and offering them a grilled-cheese burned-outside-but-lukewarm-inside cut in diagonal. 🥺

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- @zeehasanawesomeday -@crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf

[cosmicc-ocean]

Shower (830 words)

Sonic hums opening the door to the bathroom. He blinks when the room before him is cast in total darkness, though the running sound of water tips him off to the occupant.

Light on his feet, he gets closer, steps disguised by the sound of the shower water hitting the stone tile. A few steps ahead of him, Shadow stands like a stone, facing the wall and unmoving. Lost in his thoughts, the prattle of the water hitting his head. He's long absent from this world.

“You didn't tell me you had night vision.” Sonic teases. He brushes his hand over Shadow’s fingers. Shadows fingers twitch at the new sensation introduced after the monotonous feeling of water running over him, a deep breath is trapped in his chest.

“Mm,” he exhales, twisting his fingers between Sonic's, “I don't recall inviting you, vampire.” 

Sonic grins, slipping under the stream of warm water beside him. He throws one hand up in a clawed shape, faux baring his teeth. Shadows expression is blank.

Shadow can't see what he's doing.

Sonic's face falls, a pout smudges his face, mission failed. 

“Ah. Well. You shouldn't have left the light off.” He hums, voice lowering when he catches a groove again “monsters like to lurk in the dark, waiting for their next broody meals.” 

He walks his fingers up the length of Shadow's arm, lightly pressing his stubby claws against Shadow's neck. Shadow shudders and rolls his shoulder to swat him off. 

“Seriously. What do you want.” He huffs

“Oh, just to see you.” he says, stroking the flat of his finger against Shadow's cheek. Shadow lets out another weighted sigh, leaning into it just a bit. His eyelids are heavy, some kind of burden keeping him held in place. Sonic steps forward and wraps his arms around Shadow's back, moving from foot to foot, he rocks both of them in unison.

“Whats on your mind?” 

Shadow lets his eyes fall shut. “Old things, dwelling.”

“Well that's no good.” Sonic puffs his cheeks out a little “We're here now aren't we? We finally made it to the future. I wanna make sure we live it this time.”

Shadow nods “It just feels ridiculous, everything that's happened.” 

“Nothing you can do but laugh!” Sonic smiles, pecking a kiss to Shadow’s head.

It gets a mildly amused snort out of him, a victory as far as he's concerned. 

“Favor?” Shadow asks against his chest 

“Shoot.” 

“Do my quills for me?” 

Sonic half inhales, Shadow’s always so picky about how his quills are washed. It's going to take forever. He releases his breath.

“Yeah.” He smiles

Sonic feels a purr rumble from his chest, making it all worth it already, but it's pulled away too soon when Shadow straightens back up. Rolling his shoulders to shake himself out of his slump.

He sits down on the shower floor, crossing his legs. Sonic grabs the quill brush and soap from the wall mount before sitting on his knees behind him. The water is slightly cooler, and the cold stone feels refreshing against the warmth in the air. 

“Sections or each quill?” 

“Sections, it's been a while.”

“Right, yeah, you want a light on or anything?”

“No.”

Sonic rolls his eyes and begins to part his quills, watching the water snake between the narrow gaps of each. Once separated, he lathers up the quill brush and starts to thoroughly comb each section. Deep cleaning allows the deep residue and dirt to finally wash out, with meticulous attention paid to the base of each section, he keeps at the repetitive task until the water runs clean. Sonic can only nervously imagine how gross his deep quills are, since Shadow runs this routine far more often than he does.

“It’s easier with your help, киса.” Shadow pipes up after a while.

“No sweat.” He says, “So, what does that mean anyway? You've said it a few times now.” 

Shadow snorts, Sonic can see the tiniest smirk from the side of his face. “I'll never tell.” 

“Boo. Lame.” He pouts “it's an insult isn't it? Asshole or something.”

“Maybe.” He smiles to himself.

Sonic rolls his eyes and shoves his head forward a little. Shadow reflexively grabs a heavy sponge and lobs it at his head. Sonic laughs when the explosion of water against his forehead blasts in all directions, like a firework. Sharp shooter even in the dark.

“Wanna go somewhere after you're all done up and pretty?” Sonic resumes the task at hand, working on his back quills “Can't let it go to waste.”

“Mm.” He rests his chin in his palm, tapping his finger against his face. “Not anywhere that's a lot of commitment.”

Sonic's eyes sparkle with hope “Slushies?” 

“...sure,” he shrugs.

Sonic pumps his fist.

“Do you want a deep clean?” Shadow asks.

“Nah, this is taking enough time already. I wanna get outta here.”

He scoffs, “you can't keep pushing it off forever.”

“I think I can.”

[over-the-moor]

im SO vampire au pilled... and these are somewhat scents, but also just based off of vibe! real smart to do that on a perfume website. haha. these go in order of vampire -> hunter! (eulalie starts the hunters, annabels a dhampir) @takescrackseriously -- obligatory co creator tag

[sunripeneddragonfruit]

I'm thinking about this girl again..

[foxslightsaber]

Is it just me or is Vau (canonically) extremely queer coded?

[karvoja]

"Alvar Aalto ei ole muuta kuin yliarvostettu virhe historiassa, sehän ei saanut aikaan mitään hyvää tai kaunista. Esimerkiksi se "sokeripala" Helsingissä! Sen paikalla oli aiemmin niin kaunis talo! Miksi se purettiin sen laatikon tieltä!?"

Okei? Pystyt kai itsekin päättelemään, ettei Aalto sitä oma-aloitteisesti purkanut vaan "sokeripalan" rakennuttaja. Ja jos siihen ei olis Aallon piirtämää toimistoa rakennettu, Enso olisi varmaan tilannut pääkonttorinsa piirustukset joltain toiselta aikalaisarkkitehdiltä?

"Mutta Aalto suunnitteli myös, että Helsinkiä halkois suuret moottoritiet!! Mikä ihmishirviö! Katsoin Youtubesta Aalto-viha-videon ja nyt vihaan Alvar Aaltoa!"

Onnitteluni uudesta mielipiteestä? Mutta ootko ajatellu, että muodostaisit sen ihan itse? Mahdollisesti huono kaupunkisuunnittelu ja asiakkaan purkama talo ei oo kauheen tukeva perusta muodostaa noin vahvaa mielipidettä, eikä mahdolliset huonot työt sulje pois mahdollisesti onnistuneita töitä?

"EI!!! Alvar Aalto kammottava ja kaikki mitä se sai aikaan on silkkaa kurjuutta!!"