This is my spooky writing blog, a side blog to my main ( @californyankat ) (a follow from me will be coming from that one). I like writing about monsters! Spooky monsters, not so spooky monsters, and sometimes you get my unrelated stories and poetry.
I do lots of dialogue, it's not good probably but I do it.
I like being tagged in things, but I'm not great at following up (working on it)
I like when characters interact, so mine live in the same world(s).
I like monsters a lot, and so I write about 'em.
A comprehensive list of the things I write can be found HERE, and a summary of the main 6 that are categorized on that list can be found below the cut.
10 out of 9 times I have no clue what I'm writing about, or writing towards, and everything I write is by the seat of my pants. I have """vague""" concepts of where things will go, and even those change as I write more.
Other things about me:
Uh... idk despite the name i think that vampires and werewolves are equally hot
I despise the Twilight franchise
My top 5 vampires are Dio (Phantom Blood), Alucard (Castlevania), Alucard (Hellsing Ultimate), Matt Berry as Laszlo, and Dracula (Castlevania) IN. THAT. ORDER.
Ok here are the story summaries as promised:
The New Wallachian Paranormal Hunters Department is an anthology series where two employees of dubious relationship to the government work to slay and contain the magical, supernatural, and mythical creatures in and around the city.
The Corpse of the Corporate Ladder is about a zombie presumably named Siobhan who lives in an office building as their janitor and takes out more than the trash.
To Hunt a Vampire was the first thing I did on this blog and I'm not all too proud of it! But it's here anyway! And it's vaguely told through in-universe storytelling methods (journals, emails, newspapers) about a crazy guy who's determined to find the vampire in town.
All of those stories take place in New Wallachia, around the same time as each other.
There's also the Fantasy World, which is loosely based on plans I made with a friend for an alternative to DnD.
The Moon's Favorite is about a guy who is possessed by an old monster who's got a grudge with the gods. He's sorta bland I think, and I gotta rewrite this one and then pick up where I started.
The Blue Knight is about the titular character, an old weapon of years and wars past forgotten by their kingdom. Now they just want to see the people who used them for so long burn.
Finally, Till Death Duel Us Part is about Necromancy fight clubs. Maybe I'll finish that one someday...
The closest thing to smut I've ever written was a joke description not 200 words long about the horrible hate sex between Overwatch and Counter Strike that created their horrible bastard child, Valorant.
I return from my expidition into ao3 because it's down and I wanted to write something that wasn't fanfic. So behold: my cyberpunk depression creature. I go more in depth on his character in tags. If you're experiencing emotions similar to this irl, please see a professional for your own personal health, safety, and happiness. Especially if your body does what his does.
That face… that fucking face… It's always that fucking face. Of course, he can't say it, they won't allow him. Nothing to even tarnish that face's brand is allowed out of his mouth. But they can't control his body. Not yet anyways. That was never a part of the contract.
He stood at the edge of the building, tips of his perfect shoes lined up at the precipice of concrete and air. He closed his eyes and breathed in. Surely this time. He opened them again, meeting gazes with that face on the billboard across from him. It was everywhere.
He couldn't escape that face, not at work—especially not there—not on the street, not on products, not even at home. He stared back with his signature smile. White, perfect teeth glowing in straight lines. He wished his teeth didn't look like it's. It made him want to think. Want to remember more than he normally did, and that always hurt, because nothing was fucking left.
He pulled his face away from the billboard, looking down. Surely this time. This is the worst it's been. 20 floors'll do it. He leaned forward, letting gravity take him, descending off the building. He's heard that your life is supposed to flash before your eyes before you die.
God he wished.
His pain receptor module had shut down as soon as it felt his fall, but he'd welcome any bit of pain. It reminded him he was himself. He didn't feel it when he hit the ground; when he landed, shattering bones and chrome alike. He landed hard onto some trash or detritus. He hoped it hit something vital. Something so important they'd never fuck with it and just let him go. He laid there, optical sensors off as soon as he'd passed the 20th floor down, no sensory input. Couldn't feel. Couldn't see. Couldn't hear. He was fading…
…thank god…
The beating in his chest slowed, coming to a rest.
Then he heard—odd, considering he should be dead—a whirring. Something was charging-
…no…
It was charging up. He could hear it charging. He knew what came after the charge; the zap. Like a science project in a horror film, a disproportionate amount of lightning seemed to shock him, lighting up the street. No storm clouds lived overhead to deliver the shock, but it instead came from within him.
“…no… no… no no NO NO!!!”
He could feel. He could feel it all. Not the pain, never the pain, but every unfortunate other thing he'd hoped to make defunct this time. His optical sensors flickered back to life, confirming the worst.
When a human body falls from a certain height, they don't splat. They don't become a mist and a puddle. They crack. Skin splits and flies apart. They shatter, like a glass dropped from 5 feet up. He wasn't- couldn't be very human anymore. Sure, he still cracked, but he didn't stay that way.
As his eyes opened, he greeted an unwelcome but familiar sight. Silvery tendrils slowly collected the bits and pieces of himself strewn about. He felt every broken cell within be replaced by the machines, sewing him back together like a ripped puppet.
He'd survived. Again.
God fucking damnit.
He twisted himself around for a moment in an attempt to slow the perfect healing, to prevent himself from becoming increasingly more machine, but it never helped. He sighed, placing a perfectly manicured hand on his knee, and standing.
“Oh well… if I have to live, I might as well do it at home.”
He called a taxi and took a ride home. One the way, he saw that face again. It pissed him off. It was like a message from the universe. ‘You'll never escape it. You did this to yourself, and you'll never know why.’ He slumped into his apartment, undrawing his hoodie. He hobbled into the bathroom, and braced himself on his sink. He looked up to meet the man in the mirror.
Thank you to @leahnardo-da-veggie for the tag! I been writing fanfics on Ao3 instead of original works here to tumblr, so I have plenty to share.
The hunger—or rather, thirst—was always present in those few blissful short days he'd been just a vampire. But on a full belly, full to the brim with blood, vampirism was serene. He chuckled to himself as he unknowingly chewed on the bear's spine. He remembered thinking vampires were awful evil creatures, feral and hungry. Never sated. He'd known better after turning, of course, but it was apparent now. Whatever he was now—covered in lightless void, hungry to no end, never satisfied, and driven by such pure instinct that he couldn't even recall those numerous hunts and meals he'd made of the local fauna—was far worse.
I'm tagging scingglesdob, normalstamp, lampposty, tired-towel, yimyamyop, feachering-the, first-name-gwomp, kelsey-lewis-grahem, and @, all of whom are my imaginary tumblr mutuals that I made up last time I got tagged. And open tag.
I've been writing a lot of fanfic for the first time so i havent been as active here, but boy do I have wips. Thanks @leahnardo-da-veggie for the tag!
Scott embraced Avid. Sure, he was different; his heart pumped again, he was... ravenous, and was most definitely working with who the rest of the town would consider 'the enemy', but Scott didn't care. He had Avid back.
The corrupted man looked back at Scott with wistful eyes, hesitant to return his hug, "Scott..."
The vampire met his gaze, tear ducts welling up for the first time in what may have been a millenia.
"Scott... can- can I eat you?"
(Guys I promise its not weird or anything he's just the reincarnation of the Demon of Gluttony guys I promise its not wierd)
I don't have any writing moots so, if you see this, uh... I tag YOU! (Open tag)
They see death as such an evil thing. The opposite of life must be, surely. And yet it happens, as inevitable as life itself. The death of a thing is not evil, or wrong; it is simply next.
Such is the Cycle.
To live is not unnatural, and is neither right nor wrong. To live is to persist, to experience, and then to die. Without death, there is no punctuation. A book without sentences becomes simply words, and only with such strange symbols as marks of exclaimation and of question, do they inherit deeper meaning. A period marks only the sentence; not the covers.
Such is the Cycle.
Death nourishes the ground so that the lives of those flourishing might thrive. And those who live do so to ultimately die. The living propel the dead, and the dead, the living.
Such is the Cycle.
And so when these immortal gods do find themselves questioned in their authority. When the heavens above do tremble with the rage at the mere thought of usurpation. When that which is infinite simply exists, thus too, it must someday find it's end.
This is my greatest DnD character of all time. And hes cool. And will perish from this mortal realm when he eats an orange.
I think of him as a Universal Constant. He's my dnd character. he's an enemy in a completely unrelated campaign I ran. he's gonna make an appearance in the next NWPHD. Captain Nick is a pile of bones, alcohol, and a dream.
Danny and Jake were in the break room at the NWPHD headquarters. The former was filling out a crossword on the back of a local newspaper, and the other was clicking on his pen, staring into the panel ceiling.
"Maybe... I don't really care. 3 letter word: band that released the album 'Fragile' in the 70s."
"Yes; like the word Y-"
"Yeah, yeah I know. I know 'Yes'."
"Ok man, alright," Jake said. "So if there's a god or whatever they do, and they narrate people's lives. Do they narrate past tense, just sort of observing and relaying, or do they determine the future?"
"I'll tell ya what, they can go and suck it," said Danny, holding up a middle finger vaguely towards where a 4th wall might be, "Four-letter word that means 'disrespectful' or 'impolite'."
"Mean?"
"No ends with an 'e'."
"Rude?"
"That's the one."
"Do you think they narrate other people's lives? Or just the people they find interesting? Are we interesting?"
"Not entirely sure. Maybe it's like a multiple-perspective thing where there's a bunch of different simultaneous versions of them all telling different stories? 5 letter word: name of a farmer's dog, usually spelt out."
"B- wait, are you fucking with me?"
"Hmm? Whaddyou mean?"
"You know; there was a farmer had a dog...?"
"What are you on about?"
"B-I-N-G-O? Bingo was his name-o? Danny, this is like... preschool knowledge."
"Apparently not," said Danny, indifferent.
"Do you think that they interfere?"
"Interfere? Interfere how?"
"Like, y'know, 40 days and nights of rain and flood interfere."
"Hey man, I wouldn't go crediting everything to them, it could have been the wind. But maybe?"
"Could have been the wind?"
"My point is that you can't keep thinking about it. It'll keep you up at night. It'll rot away at the wood that supports you. It'll-"
"It'll what, Danny?"
"I've got more definite answers for some of your previous questions," Danny's face had turned a unique shade of sour dissapointment. He got up from his chair and walked out of the breakroom, shoving the crossword into Jake's chest, "36 across."
36 across was a 2 letter word. Its second letter was 'E'. The clue read: "Hey, it was absolutely not the wind. 100% __."
Must. Draw. Two men. Beating up ostrich-sized dragon. Cannot get it out of my head. Ive created a visual too powerful for mg mind. Art incoming (i hope) (probably tomorrow its late)
Day 1: Today I finished the sketch and the lineart and blocked out some of the colors. Not looking forward to trying to figure out how to render.
Heres my reference i created for the anatomy
Also: I dont have actual faces that would make the characters stand, because I've never throught abiut what their faces look like. Perhaps that will be tomorrow.
Days 2–4: i forgor... playing too much warframe with a pal. Perhaps tomorrow?? Idk no promises except for i will have improved it, if only slightly, by the weekend.
Heres a picture of my splatoon weapon usage over the past 3 months, which is the second closest thing I've done to art in a while.
Days 5 + 6: "Tomorrow", he says, knowing damn well he's going to play warframe again. My ass is gonna get this thing done for sure before like idk monday or something. For sure.
Days 7-12: I worked on the thing!!! A bit... but progress is progress. Currently I am working on 2 completely different projects because I want to. 1 is a cover of a song, and 2 is a mock music video using stock photos for a different song. Also how the fuxk does one render in digital art
Must. Draw. Two men. Beating up ostrich-sized dragon. Cannot get it out of my head. Ive created a visual too powerful for mg mind. Art incoming (i hope) (probably tomorrow its late)
Day 1: Today I finished the sketch and the lineart and blocked out some of the colors. Not looking forward to trying to figure out how to render.
Heres my reference i created for the anatomy
Also: I dont have actual faces that would make the characters stand, because I've never throught abiut what their faces look like. Perhaps that will be tomorrow.
Days 2–4: i forgor... playing too much warframe with a pal. Perhaps tomorrow?? Idk no promises except for i will have improved it, if only slightly, by the weekend.
Heres a picture of my splatoon weapon usage over the past 3 months, which is the second closest thing I've done to art in a while.
Days 5 + 6: "Tomorrow", he says, knowing damn well he's going to play warframe again. My ass is gonna get this thing done for sure before like idk monday or something. For sure.
Days 7-12: I worked on the thing!!! A bit... but progress is progress. Currently I am working on 2 completely different projects because I want to. 1 is a cover of a song, and 2 is a mock music video using stock photos for a different song. Also how the fuxk does one render in digital art
Must. Draw. Two men. Beating up ostrich-sized dragon. Cannot get it out of my head. Ive created a visual too powerful for mg mind. Art incoming (i hope) (probably tomorrow its late)
Day 1: Today I finished the sketch and the lineart and blocked out some of the colors. Not looking forward to trying to figure out how to render.
Heres my reference i created for the anatomy
Also: I dont have actual faces that would make the characters stand, because I've never throught abiut what their faces look like. Perhaps that will be tomorrow.
Days 2–4: i forgor... playing too much warframe with a pal. Perhaps tomorrow?? Idk no promises except for i will have improved it, if only slightly, by the weekend.
Heres a picture of my splatoon weapon usage over the past 3 months, which is the second closest thing I've done to art in a while.
Days 5 + 6: "Tomorrow", he says, knowing damn well he's going to play warframe again. My ass is gonna get this thing done for sure before like idk monday or something. For sure.
Days 7-12: I worked on the thing!!! A bit... but progress is progress. Currently I am working on 2 completely different projects because I want to. 1 is a cover of a song, and 2 is a mock music video using stock photos for a different song. Also how the fuxk does one render in digital art
Must. Draw. Two men. Beating up ostrich-sized dragon. Cannot get it out of my head. Ive created a visual too powerful for mg mind. Art incoming (i hope) (probably tomorrow its late)
Day 1: Today I finished the sketch and the lineart and blocked out some of the colors. Not looking forward to trying to figure out how to render.
Heres my reference i created for the anatomy
Also: I dont have actual faces that would make the characters stand, because I've never throught abiut what their faces look like. Perhaps that will be tomorrow.
Days 2–4: i forgor... playing too much warframe with a pal. Perhaps tomorrow?? Idk no promises except for i will have improved it, if only slightly, by the weekend.
Heres a picture of my splatoon weapon usage over the past 3 months, which is the second closest thing I've done to art in a while.
Days 5 + 6: "Tomorrow", he says, knowing damn well he's going to play warframe again. My ass is gonna get this thing done for sure before like idk monday or something. For sure.
Days 7-12: I worked on the thing!!! A bit... but progress is progress. Currently I am working on 2 completely different projects because I want to. 1 is a cover of a song, and 2 is a mock music video using stock photos for a different song. Also how the fuxk does one render in digital art
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