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Occasionally I write (vsmp) fic! Find me at my AO3 or find all my fics tagged under #cat writes!
Ongoing:
The Work-Afterlife Balance - Legs & Owen survive VSMP and are employed by Abolish's organisation. Nobody is remotely normal about this. Regular updates.
Remains to be Seen - After surviving an attack on his life, Louis follows after Owen, only to find Oakhurst empty. Very much an AU, with an epistolary-styled, found media narrative. Slow updates due to the style of the fic.
Oneshots:
Bloodlines - an "almost au" where Morcant takes Abolish in, with plans to raise him for the slaughter - only to come to care for him.
i've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel - an AU where newly-turned Legs catches up with Owen and Abolish on their way to the beacon.
make a mercy out of me - fake vampire Legs gets shot, and help comes from an unexpected corner.
Reapercussions - post ep 5, multiple people have Opinions on Legs' recently announced 'vampirism'.
Tabula rasa - Owen turns Legs, in an AU where being turned erases all human memories, and gets more than he bargains for.
we're not getting out of this dead - the humans of Oakhurst discuss their inability to die. The implications are not reassuring.
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Haven't done as much drawing as I have writing for the past couple of years, but I'm still genuinely chuffed with this portrait of Cleo that I did. Learning a few rendering tricks made such a huge difference.
I really should get back to drawing more regularly again!
Sometimes I'm like. "Nah Bloodletting isn't really that canon or anything." And then I remember Owen literally compares Legundo to Louis and says he wants him to be like him and (even though I think it was delivered poorly) Owen literally says "it was wrong of me to think you could replace Louis" and TBH I think I need to hit myself over the head because literally. What the fuck else are you supposed to take away from that. That bitch was GAY FOR THE DOCTOR FOR REAL.
I think it's funny that IRL Legundo says he was the one who leaned into it more, because meta-wise yes, he did. He talks about shipping and hints to it in video titles and stuff, while to my knowledge Owen doesn't talk about any kind of shipping at all.
But in the actual episodes themselves? Owen is the one feeding it. Legundo, in the actual series, basically just rejects Owen (even though Owen was mostly done with him at that point anyway), and that's the extent of his thoughts we actually get.
I mean, IRL Legundo can say the Doc was queer (not that he's said it explicitly but if you've seen the first thirty seconds or the Veinbound stream, you know. So take that with a grain of salt) but in the actual series itself, he doesn't express any kind of feelings towards Owen. Legundo doesn't do anything that made me go "yes, he has some kind of non-platonic interest in Owen" but Owen does that several times.
Owen genuinely was such a freak for Legs lol. A lot of other people have said it before but Legundo could have had what he had with Owen with multiple other people in the cast (Cleo and Pyro come to mind) had the circumstances shook out in the right way. At the end of the day his main goal was just to help everyone he could, no matter who it was, and perhaps find redemption in those who shared a similar past or mindset to him.
Owen on the other hand? Itâs hard to think of *any* other character he couldâve had such a similarly intense dynamic to with Legs, that weird mix of⌠hostility but also (to begin with) tenderness, possessiveness almost to the point of objectification, all at the same time holding him to a higher regard than anyone else in the cast. Maybe Shelby if sheâd stayed human a bit longer? Maybe Ren if he hadnât rejected Owenâs offer so harshly and refused to be on good terms with *any* of the vampires?? But even then I think their dynamics still would have been notably different, I think Legsâs personality and position in the town played a very important role in how Owen interacted with him.
Even post-episode 6 when Owen gave up on thinking Legs could be a replacement Louis, itâs obvious he didnât really get *over* him. There are multiple instances where the camera lingers on him in silence, he becomes overly defensive when Avid guesses that he has a soft spot for the doc, he specifically names Legs as the person he wants to talk to about the responsibility of Avidâs murder, and he immediately takes his answer of ânoâ as final when all the other townsfolk were collectively like âyeah sure why not.â And he does risky things that could be interpreted as trying to draw Legs out too, like deconsecrating the town beacon all by himself. (all of this is so funny to me too because like. you murdered him Owen. youâre basically leading the charge in pushing the vampires into an all-out war against the humans Owen. why are you acting so confused and desperate that Legs isnât going out of his way to talk to you like he was before).
Donât even get me started on the finale. Even in their Ultimate Final Divorce scene he just isnât capable of being normal about him. Forcing vampirism on him and screaming that you want him to live forever with his sins and you wonât allow him to die and then, after seeing how upset he is, immediately changing your mind and offering to âundo it nowâ even though itâd ruin your plans to have Oakhurst massacred in your absence. Why.
It really makes the docâs story all the more tragic but in like a funny way. His only mistake was pretty much just being nice to the wrong person in the wrong place at the wrong time and then he found himself caught up in this whirlwind of a situationship with the most homicidal and clingy man on the planet. Sometimes I wonder if he ever regretted chasing after him in episode 3
Man. I haven't watched enough of any of their perspectives to have a good opinion on it, but those transcripts that highlight just how much hunger Shelby cuts from her perspective, and how much bad Drift hides in hers, have me thinking about that happily ever after.
Because feeling a craving and pretending you don't isn't a recipe for staying strong against it. It's a recipe for catastrophically failing to resist it, and then pretending you didn't.
Anyway. Post-canon where Shelby and Drift occasionally mess up and eat people, and Scott, who is trying to convince Abolish he's not up to his old tricks, has to juggle convincing Abolish that no, he didn't kill this guy, really, I promise, and keeping Shelby and Drift calm about it.
It's fun if he's not really interested in changing and is mostly just biding his time, because he still needs to do that.
But it's really fun if he is trying to Be Better. Because how is someone who is better supposed to manage this? What would Shelby say doesn't work if Shelby is freaking out / deep in denial. What would the doctor do? Well the guy is pretty solidly dead dead, so presumably not much...
Anyway. Scott, who as a centuries old vampire can manage the human blood craving even if it's annoying (especially if he, say, seduces people into letting him have a snack when it gets bad). And his fledglings, who can't but are pretending they are.
Drift's perspective in all this could go crazy, incidentally.
Imagine: She's a vampire! a creature of the night! She's immortal, and so she no longer has to be afraid of the worst of humanity. So, as penance for running away from the Orchid Killer, she starts getting involved in solving homicide cases.
And then she picks up on the trail of a serial killer.
And then the serial killer has a distinctly vampiric MO.
(And then, the coincidences start piling up. And eventually, she has to confront the question: why does the trail lead back to her?)
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I have a migraine, so I can't expand on a bloodloathing au thought I had any further than, "what if Legs knew Louis? What if Legs *turned* Louis?"
Fig, i think your migraine is because your brain is simply TOO BIG
FUCK
Have Louis be someone Legs met while doing the travelling doctor thing. I dunno if it's more painful to have it just before or just after the everything that is Scott. Maybe we give Louis and Owen some more parallels and have Louis be sick in some way, and Legs offers him vampirism as a cure.
They travel together for a bit while Louis adjusts. It's nice. But they end up in a run down little town and Louis gets distracted helping out around the place and next thing they know, Louis is the mayor, and Legs is getting restless, because there's people out there who need him, but he's not sure if he's ready to leave his fledgling on his own.
OH maybe that's when Scott tracks him down to come 'treat' his mother, and *that's* why Legs eventually leaves Louis to do his own thing.
Legundo felt when Louis died. He was far away from the town, because it was too close to Oakhurst, he couldn't be there.
He meets Owen, and eventually Owen opens up about Louis and Legs is like "surely not...... that's too much of a coincidence" but then he asks Owen the name of the town where he lived, and it's the same town.
I... don't think Owen would react *well* to that information (Mostly cause he doesn't react well to *anything* even vaguely related to Louis)
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⨠Choose three adjectives to complement your own writing.
To, uh, borrow a word from @uncannyfig answer to the same question: rhythmic. When I write, I can feel like a, uh, pulse or a melody to the words? Different genres/moods have different rhythms, and sometimes I can 'hear' when the beat is off. I believe I'm good at conveying that.
Adjective 2: creative? I think I'm good at finding creative or unexpected ways to express the story I want to tell. And fun. Like, I am just here to enjoy myself, and I hope that shows, even in the more angsty/horror stories.
đ What inspired you to write [insert fic here]?
Let's go with i've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel :)
The thought process was something like "oh man, I loved the tragedy of the finale, but I really wanted Legs & Owen to encounter each other one last time before they went to their respective ends >:D"
I really wanted to dive into that messy, messed-up thought that Owen would probably be thrilled to see his plan come to pass - to reduce the doc down to a monster - and would find his own death at Legs' hands a fitting way to ensure the cycle of violence continues. I wanted the horror as he realises he's failed, and the desperate, last-ditch attempt to goad the doc into murdering him. I wanted Owen to go to that final beacon knowing he was wrong, and that, when shit finally hit the fan, Legs still choose to be the person he was trying to be, not the person he was.
(I can also cite that fic as being The Fic to make me realise how much fun Abolish's character was to write, and without it I probably wouldn't have started TWAB)
still on my bloodloathing divorce au nonsense, these awful men are consuming me.
have this, a look at the early days of Scott and Legundo's relationship.
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It had been another long evening of conversation. Legundo worked away in the room that had been converted into an improvised laboratory, while Scott sat on the couch and pretended to help. Mostly he just pestered Legundo, asking countless questions and throwing far too much flirtation his way. But Legundo could not bring himself to begrudge the young man. He knew what a mask over deep loneliness looked like, he saw the way Scott's brow would furrow as they sat at his mother's bedside and watched another attempt fail. Legundo could weather the young man's misguided affections, if it meant he could keep trying to help. The Lady Goldsmith was not his only patient in the Castle, after all.
That night, Legs had been testing a new concoction. He had taken a small sample of Lady Goldsmith's blood â he'd held his breath as he made the delicate incision, he would not let himself be distracted by the intoxicating scent of human blood â and was applying small drops of the mixture to it, watching how it reacted. Scott had joined him after dinner, as he usually did, bringing a plate piled high with decedent foods with him. He had placed the plate at Legundo's side, and reminded him that he was always welcome to join him at the dinner table. Legs lied easily, that he had already eaten, and that he needed to focus on his work. Scott never took the cue to leave. Instead, the noble sat himself down on the couch, lounging comfortably, and easily picked up wherever their last conversation had left off.
The conversation that evening had dragged on long into the night. Despite his frustrations with the young man's eccentricities, Legundo had to admit he found Scott very easy to converse with. He was educated and quick witted, and matched Legundo blow for verbal blow. Scott seemed to take Legs' disinterest as a challenge, and every eye roll and heavy sigh was met with a further cheeky comment and a laugh. It was⌠frustratingly charming. But as night began to threaten to turn closer to morning, the conversation had been interjected with longs stretches of silence, until finally Legundo looked over his shoulder and saw that Scott's head was tipped back against the couch cushions, and his eyes were blinking so slowly they were more closed than open.
"You should get some sleep," he said softly. Scott lazily lifted a manicured brow at him. Legundo tried not to be endeared by the gesture. He gently set down the vial he was holding, and turned to face Scott fully.
"But, Doctor," Scott muttered, "I find myself simply too tired to walk. However will I make it to my bedchambers in this state?" The slur of his words was clearly performative, but he could not fake the bleariness of his eyes. Legs scoffed softly.
"I'm not carrying you, you fool," he said, and internally cringed at the fondness he heard creeping into his own voice. He shouldn't be letting himself grow attached like that. Even if he ignored everything else, Scott was so young, barely half Legundo's physical age. The flirtatious teasing was just that, teasing. An annoyance that he could endure. He couldn't let it get under his skin, couldn't let affection worm it's way into him. He was a monster, in more ways than one, and he could not inflict that on anyone else.
Scott smirked up at him from the couch, and Legundo clenched his jaw.
"Come now, Master Goldsmith," he said, once the initial swirl of emotion was sufficiently contained. "I will deign to escort you to your chambers, but you must walk on your own two feet."
He extended a gloved hand in offer towards the noble. Scott swung his legs gracefully off the couch, and placed his hand gently on Legundo's outstretched palm. The warmth of fresh blood seeped through the thick leather of Legs' gloves, and he clamped down the instinctual roll of hunger. Scott held heavy eye contact as he rose slowly to his feet, teal eyes sparkling with mischief even through his weariness. There was a different edge to the next wave of hunger that hit Legundo, and he shut that down just as firmly as the last.
Scott did not release his hand once he was on his feet. Legundo could not bring himself to separate them either.
"You are a kind man, Doctor," Scott muttered. There was an interesting inflection in the words, like it was something Scott was only just realising, and he didn't know how to feel about it. His eyes â those unnaturally bright and brilliantly sharp irises â searched Legundo's face, brow pinched with curiosity and confusion.
"I try to be," Legundo replied softly, weariness of his own beginning to seep into his bones.
Neither of them moved for a moment, until Scott slowly titled his chin. He was appraising Legundo, like he was fine portrait he wished to add to his collection. The scrutiny made Legs' skin crawl, but not in the way he expected. He felt Scott's gaze like trailing fingers across his skin, a caress of attention. Legundo did not like to be observed. The more people looked at him, the more likely they were to see the truth. Scott could obviously see the discomfort he was causing Legundo. After one more long look, the noble smiled and slowly, deliberately stepped back.
Legundo was almost drawn with him. He had not realised just how close they had become, until space appeared between them. He resisted the magnetic draw that was Scott Goldsmith. But only just.
Or so he thought.
.
A near millennium later, Legundo would look back on that moment as the point of no return.
Despite it all, despite the lies and the bloodshed and the fury, he would think back to those quite evenings. Before he had revealed the truth of his nature, and Scott had revealed the truth of his intentions. Before the kisses and the bites and the mistakes and the screaming matches. Back when he had been trying so desperately not to fall in love with Scott Goldsmith.
'You are a kind man,' Scott had said.
'You could have been, too,' Legundo still thought.
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A/N: I'm gonna put the snippets I've written for this AU on AO3 at some point for archival purposes, just trying to figure out if I should post each as a separate fic in a series, or just as chapters of a single fic. They're all pretty short so I dunno if they justify having their own fics, but they're all different enough they could work individually. I dunno. Anyway, hope you enjoyed, I'm sure there'll be more, this au is BURNING in my brain rn
Idk man but the more time passes, the less I can see the vsmp finale as a real compromise in anything other than name. One (1) person walked out human, out of at least seven who wanted to. It feels like a token effort, which makes it really difficult to take the stated themes of redemption and cooperation and healing seriously. The vampires won, guys.
AU where thralling someone causes them to act as whatever you want most out of them, instead of just whatever you command. And obviously, OBVIOUSLY Scott tells Owen to thrall Legundo, using the lie that it could make turning him easier, when really he just wants to stir the pot.
Owen only really wants Legundo to be Louis.
So after blood is traded, Legs begins to act exactly as Owen remembers Louis. Gentle. Soft. He doesnât raise his voice. He invites Owen to his house, and they share tea.
Owenâs mind is constantly whirring between i) Legundo found out more about Louis and is doing this to mock me, ii) Louis is possessing Legundo, and iii) Legundo is the living reincarnation of Louis.
But eventually, Owen asks to turn Legundo again. And he says yes, of course, I would love to live eternally with you, my dove. And when heâs turned, the thrall is gone. And heâs just the Doc again.
Crack headcanon: The reason Owen is Like That is because he's the type of person to get hangry. And with the way vampiric hunger is...
He's hangry. All the time. If it could be sated he'd stop with the dramatic monologues and the 'everyone hates me' and 'everyone needs to die' but he can't. He can't.
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