warnings; some gore, gun violence, and injury to mc
a/n; if y'all would like to see more of this dude, let me know!
This town hid its secrets well. It was a place close to the sea and flanked by an ancient forest with treetop peaks and canopies that stretched forever into the distance, melding into a somber oneness with a perpetually dismal sky.
At face value, this town was nondescript, no more significant than others where travellers and truck drivers stopped to refuel and lodge for a night before continuing their journey. A little novelty along the way, an overpriced fridge magnet and old coffee before hours of wet asphalt and yellow lines. But, you'd seen into this place's guts; its gross underbelly, and now it wanted to keep you there at all costs.
You were not one to be so easily consumed, spirited away; made to disappear by the will of others. When you realized that they were coming for you, you ran, and you've been running through the forest ever since with a wrapped bundle in your arms.
This was what they were after. They would not cease pursuing you until they had it, or you were dead. Or both. Perhaps the only advantageous thing from this entire situation was that you chose to run into the forest instead of on the road. The chance that a passing car would be willing to stop for you was slim, and the chance that you would survive climbing down the damp ravines into the forest if you'd been seen was even less.
So, the forest beckoned you inside its core with the precious thing in your arms that you'd promised to bring back a long time ago. It was round and nestled tightly to your chest as if you were a parent fleeing with an infant. Except it did not breathe life nor retain flesh, and it could not babble or speak to you—not as it was, anyway.
From nearby, a gunshot rang out overhead. A warning. A threat. They were coming to take back what they had stolen themselves, a humorous irony of fate. They had said that the town would cease to exist if you fled with it, that no good could possibly come from the outcome that you desired.
Perhaps, in the end, they would be right. But you loved him. Loved the way he caressed you softly despite his presence and strength. Loved all of his impatience and rage, his understanding that you would eventually be ravaged by time, and he would never, so he treated you tenderly.
Another gunshot sounded, but this one struck you in the calf. You screamed and fell down onto the wet detritus of leaves, moss, and mud with the precious thing still in your arms. You intended to hold it until the last, until you were cold and rigid, and they'd have to prise it from your arms.
The agony stole your voice, your breaths harsh pants as you tried to climb to your knees and crawl towards a tree without the use of an arm or leg. You couldn't bring yourself to look back at your leg, to investigate the warmth flowing freely from the gaping wound, and the smell of petrichor wrapped in earthy decay with a metallic tang.
"Told you didn't we?" said the Sheriff, unholstered gun at his side. "We keep our secrets here, honey. We'll be taking back the Horseman's head."
"No!" you spat through teeth and saliva. "It doesn't belong to you! It never has!"
He spun the barrel of his pistol, readied the next bullet, and pointed it at you—at your head. "Maybe not. But everyone will be a lot worse off if you get your way about things. You'd be willing to wipe out an entire town for that…thing? How sick are you?"
Sicker than most, but not sick enough to hide secrets like these for over two hundred years.
So, you said nothing when the Horseman approached from between the darkness of the trees, cloaked in weathered red and black armor, tarnished sword drawn and raised. You closed your eyes and listened to the Sheriff's shriek of terror end with steel cutting the air, flesh ripping, and blood geysering from his severed neck. His head landed some ways off with an underwhelming thud, like a tree branch hitting the forest floor.
You did not search for the head when you opened your eyes, nor did you seek out the body, though it lay there much closer to you than the head. It was the Horseman whom you were looking at as he sheathed his sword and came to you. His footsteps were heavy and precise, terrifying to anyone who did not know them.
It was getting colder, and your leg still ached, but you sat on your knees as you unraveled the fabric from around the bundle to reveal a pristine skull. While grayed and dirty from age and the time it had spent underground, the skull was without lost teeth or cracks in the orbital sockets. For all of the town's fuckery, they'd taken care of it remarkably well.
The Horseman took it from you once offered, but did not attach it to his empty neck. Rather, he attached it to the belt around his waist and turned his torso towards you. His thick, gloved fingertips sought your face and gently stroked it, smearing blood across your cheek while trying to rid you of your tears.
He reached around your body then, hoisting you up into his arms as he gestured somewhere off into the trees. A white horse with a torn face emerged, emitting an otherworldly whinny as you were placed in the saddle and he climbed on behind you.
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a/n; if anyone has ever come across the headless horseman story called "in a sleepy town" on here or AO3 in the past, that was by me and one of my first original x reader projects I ever started. it was never finished, but it holds a special place in my heart.
I'd like to fully revamp that story someday with a refreshed plotline. but, for now, this is fine
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This is actually very nice. I like the soda bottles as reference. (I remember when I was writing ‘Wizards of Ceres’ how I had to do a similar soda-bottle conversion to try to work out how much blood Fai could drink from Kurogane without killing him.)
On the topic of vampires incidentally, this basically means that there is no reason why feeding from someone should necessitate killing them, unless the vamp can chug two soda bottles worth of liquid in one go or carelessly leaves the bottle open when they’re done
Ooh, I like this! The bottles as a reference makes it quite easy to picture mentally - especially since, having previously experienced just how much mess a litre-bottle spilt on the floor actually makes, it gives a better idea of volume etc.
Incidentally, as a frequent blood donor myself (thank you, haemochromatosis), and thus being more aware of the volume of blood donated at each session (the average appears to be 450ml, or 0.45 litres per blood bag filled) and needing to know how long it takes red blood cells and plasma to recover after donation–
about 24 hours for plasma, and up to 8 weeks for red blood cells themselves, which is why the average length between donations is 12 weeks, to ensure the body is well recovered by the next donation (which is also why I was so fucking tired after having to donate once a month for the first three months of my treatment)
– I ended up doing a bit of reading re: blood loss, but this really is the best imagery for it I’ve seen without bogging down into too much science stuff.
Other crucially important facts relevant to vampire porn I have learned:
yes, you can get an erection after donating blood, as the body generally maintains blood pressure equilibrium even if the volume of red blood cells per liquid ml is lower, though if you lose anything more than half a litre you’re probably gonna find it a bit difficult;
erythropoietin is a funky chemical involved in converting stem cells to red blood cells which your body produces when you need more of ‘em, so if we’re going with the standard ‘vampire saliva is an anticoagulant and narcotic stimulant, and/or induces arousal’ conceit, it probably makes sense that said saliva introduces a similar compound into the human blood stream in the post-feeding stage to encourage their food to recover quickly for a repeat feeding, usually while licking the wounds left behind;
your vamp is probably gonna have a really full belly if they try and drink more than the average 450ml or so in one sitting. Blood is quite a bit thicker than water or soft drink; it’s more like drinking a hearty broth or soup. Can you imagine attempting to chug a litre of pressurised soup as it squirts into your mouth with considerable force? No thanks!
tl;dr the science behind blood loss is fascinating, especially in a vampire context, and the government agencies monitoring my search history probably think I’m a serial killer
And in case you aren’t writing about vampires, here’s a page with a neat video of visual rep of blood loss, liter by liter.
AND while I was trying to find that video, I also came across these visual aids:
And this shirt, which only has 250ml (¼th a liter) of fake blood on it:
They also say that even paramedics have a difficult time guessing how much blood was lost, and many of them will say they probably got it wrong. For people used to having our blood be on the inside, it can be startling to see so much of it on the outside- even when ‘so much’ turns out to be actually not as much as we thought.
(Art by Miked on FB and a picrew that I found and edited)
Name: Fujimori Sayuri
Race: Dragon - Celestial Maiden
Home: Celestial Court (located in China and Vietnam)
Height: 175 cm (5’9)
Age: 260
Dominant hand: Left
Likes: Sweets, reading
Dislikes: Rude people
Personality: Kind and gentle, but has self esteem issues due to her mistreatments in the Celestial Court
Love interests: Mitsuhide (Former), Shingen (Current)
Sayuri was a doctor from the Celestial Court and was tossed back 500 years into the past together with her snake companion Agata. Despite her circumstances, she tried her best to work as a doctor (and hide her magical healing powers as she doesn’t want to become a weapon). Her father was an executioner for the Celestial Court and was framed for murdering his wife and subordinates, however, Sayuri doesn’t believe he was guilty. Because of this, Sayuri suffered bullying throughout her childhood and was diagnosed with depression as a result. She was raised by her father’s older sister whom she called Lady Minh, who is a Qilin/Kirin.
She hides her draconic appearances while in the Sengoku period until her cover was blown and she was discovered by Mitsuhide.
i wonder if arlecchino returned childe's vision to him in person...
childe was used without his knowing in a scheme for a gnosis by yet another colleague haha, i wonder how he feels about it. and there's ONLY ONE gnosis left... if he wants to bring one to the tsaritsa himself he's only got one shot left. will he ever be a part of the gnosis club 💔
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I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔
The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war.
Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚
Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty.
What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️
I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍
If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support.
Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨
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I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.
If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.
A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.
If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.
Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.
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The Other Side of the Mirror (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/391951416-the-other-side-of-the-mirror?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=HoangNgocDieuAnh Lucille Beaumont, known as Kalos’ Smartest Person, is currently working as a Pokemon Researcher for Professor Sycamore’s Pokemon Lab. What would happen when she, a woman of science, and her Pokemon got transported into Night Raven College, one of the most prestigious magical academy in Twisted Wonderland?
Hey guys, so I decided to upload my fic onto Wattpad, hope y’all can give it a read and leave some comments for me
