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#𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖗 private , selective , and headcanon heavy multimuse focused on the horrors that hide in plain sight. heavy mature horror content.

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MAIN MUSES: alonna gunn ( buffyverse ) , david powers ( the lost boys ) , jay abrams ( original character ) , eleni de landen ( the vampire chronicles )

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also armand and daniel got married on my tomodachi island, with eleni singing for them, and then moved in with eleni and their home is called theatre des vampires

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finished tvl btw. anyone else see the finale? whaddya think? about it and the season as a whole?

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sorry friends , i'm a little burnt out of tumblr rn but you know i'll be back..... i always come back......

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feeling my burnout dissipate little by little.......... maybe i'll even write today.....

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sorry friends , i'm a little burnt out of tumblr rn but you know i'll be back..... i always come back......

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reviving an old blog of mine but telling no one about it

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i just think he would talk during movies

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aaaaaaall the shit happening in this season of tvl would have never happened if louis toured with lestat

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rocky horror was so fun but also please someone give rocky some estrogen and let her lez out in peace

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seeing a show that isn’t tlb please clap

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Plant swap was a total success, only ONE of these plants wasn’t taken by the end. PLUS I got a couple cute clippings <3 now it’s time to collapse.

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gooood morning I’m hosting a community plant swap today and have no idea how it’ll go so…… wish me luck. then I might try to get a little more writing done , but no promises.

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i knew this would happen if i read the book , but like..... more and more i wish that this season of tvl actually..... cared about lestat's backstory lol

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     nora. no one calls her that. her mom didn't even call her that. mom didn't like shortening it even when lenny had felt silly: i named you lenora, that's what i'm going to call you! it's disarming, it's uncomfortable, it's exactly the kind of nasty little tactic she should expect. lenora's nose wrinkles: both at the notion of any sort of record, on or off, and at the smell of cotton candy. christ. ❝ that can't be doctor approved. ❞ and okay, she does smile a little as she takes another hit of her own certified-fda-label-on-the-packaging-death-stick. she wouldn't snitch on him to kate. for now. her eyes land briefly on the sunglasses in the dark. weird, but not unexpected if things had taken the turn she thought they had. easy way to hide a weird pupil situation or bloodshot eyes - she should know.

     ❝ yeah. ❞ silence. as if neither of them could manage to speak when it wasn't snarky. lenora chews on the inside of her cheek, shrugging deeper into the oversized denim jacket she wore. grow the fuck up, len. ❝ i've actually gotten a couple published. peanuts, but you know how it is. ❞ second-tier literary mags that only published annually, but it was still something. she has them taped to the fridge because she only owned like three magnets. her thesis project is . . . another story. she's been carefully avoiding all the advisor emails for the past few weeks, anyway. he didn't need to know that. ❝ i didn't figure you for a digital medium type. how's, um - how's that going? ❞

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it's the reaction to the nickname that radiates the strongest out of her , like a punch ricocheting from her straight to his gut. and behind his douchbag sunglasses , he winces. she's always been nora to him. his flawed and mishandled love tied to a name she thinks of as a weapon against her. but then the moment passes , the tension shifting and moving. the wall between them solid. that can't be doctor approved. daniel lets out a snort and smirks , " you haven't met my doctor. " but the expression warps to a grimace. yeah , he'd think he's using again , too. and in a way , he is. the pangs of addictions and the need to feed aren't all that different. though there's something he craves more , isn't there ? he turns away from her , looking into the glimmering darkness of the alley.

" don't sell yourself short. we all gotta start somewhere. " we. like she wants any sort of tie to him and his storied career. fuck , he wants to ask he if she's read the book. it's almost embarassing how much he cares , in this moment , what she thought it. not that he'll ask. look at them , what a messed up pair they make , huh ? the apple never stood a goddamn chance with the rotted tree that was daniel molloy. is daniel molloy. will always be daniel molloy. they'll talk around each other for a little while , then one of them will make up some bullshit excuse and that will be that. and he'll be alone again. he should just end it now , put them both out of this familial hell of his own making. instead , he scoffs. " you really asking me about my vape ? "

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THERE WAS A LOT THAT COULD BE SAID FOR DAVID POWERS, AND PERHAPS TOO MUCH THAT STAR HERSELF HAD LEFT UNSAID. the reality which she had always struggled to reconcile was twofold; first, that he was ( despite her many attempts to avoid the issue ) genuinely apathetic to the blood on his hands, and occasionally self-indulgent toward the same end; second, that he had found her when she had most needed to be found, and hid a smile behind his other smile. one that did things to her insides.

it would have been easier for her to think of david as a force of nature. a tempest, or a tidal wave, or even the angle of death herself ── then his voice cracked, and her resolve broke. it didn't matter if he bared his teeth because she knew him, just a little, and oh she recognized him now. it was the kind of face that was all teeth and hurt and raw edges; the most human one he had.

          " DAVID, DON'T DO THAT ── " maybe the whimper in her voice was pretty rich, coming from the girl who'd starved herself to the point of mutilation; what you couldn't say was that it was insincere. suddenly star reached out to enveloped his fist, frantic and warm and soft against the hardness of his heart. the fact was that she had never been strong enough to make david do anything ── and that made each time he lowered himself to her a marvel. it could have been shock, or disgust, or some predatory instinct in him that she had never shared, but what star did know was that when his hand fell from his chest, there was room for her to steal.

she pressed herself flush against him and only realized how much she was crying when taking note of the ugly wet patch against his sternum. she told him she was sorry, and repeated again and again a series of clipped and aborted thoughts that all seemed designed to tell him something he already knew. her heart was beating like a hummingbird and refracting off him all the while, until finally, finally, star landed on the most terrifyingly true thought of all: " i missed you, " she told him.

maybe later it would matter to her that being that honest was the beginning of another bad idea ── maybe it would matter to michael, and god, she had no idea what she was going to tell him:

hello, i found a ghost out near the shore today. i followed his voice and found a baby bird limping. i stuffed the worst half of myself in a bottle and sent it out to sea ── and it came back to hold me. i think it might bite.

suddenly star heaved, and for as quickly as she'd come when she saw him hurt himself, the subsequent disentanglement was slow. she kept her fingers to her lips and did not look at him as her head continued to swim with an excess of all things. her pulse ignited under a horrible sense of grief, terror, and joy, none of which were meant to coexist. star felt lightheaded as she tried to pull away; she was still shaking. " ... i missed you, " she repeated once ── and then again, even smaller, because it hardly even sounded real to her.

the last argument they'd had still played on a loop in her mind. she stood by the fact that i don't want to hurt you wasn't nearly as stupid as he had made it out to be ── that said, she had never intended to prove herself right to this extent. " david, can we ... " her gut pulled itself into a series of knots; she felt like roadkill. " ... sit down? "

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there's a moment of shock , paralysis taking hold of david's body as soon as she cries out. unexpected. and so heartbreakingly human. his bones , which a split second ago had cracked under the umpact of his own fist had already begun to mend. slowly , of course. he hasn't fed in... has it been two nights or three ? either way , his self-inflicted injury is nothing but a superficial consequence of his own anguish -- and yet , star's fingers curl around his fist , as though her feeble strength could stop him from doing it again. eyebrows raise , uncertain eyes glistening down at her , unsure of what to do. what to feel. for what does he know of tenderness ? there's a moment , measured in all the beats his heart cannot take , where david is once again that lost boy he's always been. desperate for the care of someone else , anyone else. but it passes soon enough. replaced by something else entirely.

hunger hasn't touched him since his brothers died , not in the way it used to. but here and now with star in his arms , her blood warm and alive within her body , david is hit with an intense , overwhelming need to consume. to sink his teeth into her , to take her life into him , to make it so that she will always be a part of him. his own arms , lacking some of the certainty they once had holds her a little tighter and he stared down at her. sobbing. for him. and all he can focus on is the hunger pangs of his love for her. it would be so easy to just--

maybe he is the monster.

maybe he deserves to be.

" you didn't miss me , star , " he pulls away , keeping her at arm's distance as he struggles against a million different parts of himself. near desperate , he meets her eyes , shining and red , and lets them be an anchor against his own nature. or perhaps the nature bestowed upon him by the monsters who made him. where does max end and david begin ? where does david the mortal end and david the monster begin ? is he doomed forever to live as different funhouse mirrored versions of a long dead boy ? he wonders briefly which david star sees now , which david has brought out such care from his murderer. " you missed a ghost. "

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continuation from here // @wolfkiler

[ to : maker dearest ] make 45% of the cut either way [ to : maker dearest ] that being said, black licorice is a good song. i like it. even if it is a bit gauche.

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sorry for the writing and existing burnout lately , i’m trying ( and failing ) to recover.