Venus (#1 Mixi fan)

go my bloodletting..... save me bloodletting...... auauhaufhUAHFIOFHOF

otherwise known as the doctor and his wet rat of a situationship that he found in a gutter and they both have all the mental illnesses

Vsmp AU where due to some mess up with the beacon or even Louis attempting to prevent another massacre by trying to trying to give Owen someone similar to him so that he can find love again. But it ended up becoming a curse where Legundo and Owen become so in love and obsessed with one another that they barely even notice anyone else and the other town folks and vampires watch to people that they know changing in ways that they don’t even understand.

Just to give you a bit of a glimpse of how bad this curse is here’s a fun little quote that I come up with

Scott: Wow Owen and I would think that after all these years, you’ll be too loyal to Louis to find love again

Basically, carcinisation but for vampires.

This image has been sitting in my photos since forever ago (when doing research for Reversal). The article it is attached to is pay-to-access (and I didn’t bother), but perhaps the pictures will be helpful to you, too?

For visuals, have some photos from when I visited London's Science Museum's department on medicine.

a fact most people don't know about you

random fact (about anything you want)

favorite book

favorite movie

favorite TV show

favorite character

@biscotch @maliciousandlovely @booknerd2712 @epichermesholymoly @hawkeyedoodles @loch-nes-dragon @cams-rambles @chaos-triangle @b-does-arts @thetypogoddess @br1ght-1s-d34d-2ndaccount @bardorsomethinglikethat +open tags

I could read before I could talk

Armadillos are bulletproof

Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir

Project Hail Mary and TADC: The Last Act

TADC

CAINE CAINE CAINE CAINE CAINE

2: sunburn is a type of radiation burn, not heat burn, because the sun uses it's rays to move objects which creates heat (I learnt this at first aid, don't come for me if it's incorrect)

3: six of crows by Leigh bardugo

4: I don't watch movies much to be honest. I wouldn't even know where to start with that

5: the rookie or if the life series count than that

6: esmp lizzie <3

2: woodlouse aren't insects there actually crustaceans.

3: the hunger games

4: the hunger games (the books are better but l don't watch many movies)

5: l can't decide its be between quite a lot lol. It's between, the lifeseries, vampires smp, Empires smp, she ra and the princesses of power and jurassic world camp cretaceous.

6: Empires scott, vampires owen and catra.

2. Baby swans are called Cygnets

3. The Hunger games and Loveless

4. Dune parts 1 & 2, and Project Hail Mary

5. Arcane, Vsmp, Esmp

6. Vi, V!Scott, Bf!Nom, Tf!Legs, Katniss, lots more that brain does brain

2. A trade paperback dimensions are usually 148 mm × 210 mm

3.FUCK I CANT PICK ONE: The book of White, The Gilded Cage, Lady Midnight, The Raven scholar (I have far too many more)

4. I don’t really watch movies so the Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

5. Arcane and Hazbin Hotel

6. Life Series Grian Gem and Pearl, Vampires Shelby Drift and Cleo, Emma from TDA, Anna from TLH loads more I can’t think of right now

2. Languages can have sounds that are physically impossible for adults to learn perfectly if they weren't exposed to them as children. This is why some speech sounds remain extremely difficult even after decades of practice.

3. IT DEPENDS ON THE GENRE!! UHHH Probably We by Yevgeny Zamyatin I love this book and will talk about it for hours

4. My current favorite movie is Obsession however probably my all time favorite is The Silence Of The Lambs (explains a lot about me huh?)

5. What We Do In The Shadows is such a comfort series for me

6. Oh gosh um... I'm going to say currently I'm very enjoying NHTU!Legundo (he's such a guy I like writing him) and also v!Louis because I'm writing him for the first time as a pov and I get to play with his character and it's very fun (he's not having fun but shh)

I really like Scott Goldsmith as well I love whatever's wrong with that guy and I support it.

Also v!Apo but um my girlie is going through something definitely not done by me.

𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘭, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶

last line game: share the last line you wrote (and tag as many people as words, or however many you want).

I haven't written anything that's not acadmic articles in several days, so it took some searching but from an original novel:

“Okay,” Seven breathed even though it wasn’t. “Okay, that’s…” She swallowed heavily. “I guess that means we didn’t do as good a job in Chicago as we thought we did. But that just means we have to do better, right?” She wiped away the tears building in her eyes. “How many people died? Maybe– if it was only twenty-six miles, it could have been a forest, or a really big cornfield, or–” “It cut through the city-state of Esgan. There were no survivors.” “Oh.” Seven covered her mouth with her hands, doubled over, and sobbed.

I don't have a ton of writing friends on tumblr right now, but I'll go ahead and tag...

They don’t talk much after that, simply sharing in the mundane beauty of a moment that happens every day for lifetimes, before and after them. It’s not much in the grand scheme of things, but she has survived on less. Made a hearth out of meagre dregs. Hope is no old friend of hers, but it fuels anger hotter and richer than any spite or hatred she’s ever used before.

uhhhhh I'm tagging wildly since I dunno who's up for it

Patience wears thin. “Apo, you clearly have something to protest, so please, for my own peace of mind, just say what it is.” “I just don’t get why you want to meet any of them again,” Apo mutters bitterly.  “We’re meeting each other, aren’t we?” Legundo asks. Apo blinks at him before turning their head to the side. “I guess. Whatever. You can do what you want, but…” “But what?” “Since when are you two friends anyway?” Apo finally asks incredulously. “From what I saw, she went from telling me we should turn you to saying she trusts you and that you know she’s a vampire. Then she went back to saying she’s eating the townsfolk and against everyone but Pearl. But then she’s crying about some conversation you had and saying we need to talk to you. What am I supposed to think from all that?”

"What have you been doing with Owen?" Cleo asks, eyes narrow, pinning Legundo in place. Their tone is one of a parent who just caught their child sneaking out at night — a tone Legundo has not heard used against him in many many years. "I know you can tell I'm not actually a vampire, Cleo. Many in the town trust me, and if they can trust me as a vampire, they may be more willing to trust others who have been turned as well." He tries to keep his tone nonchalant, as though deflection has ever been an effective strategy against a determined Cleo in the past. They growl — it is not aggressive, but somehow chastising. "Don't pull that shit with me. I know that bite is real. You smell like him."

it's finally happening

"Legs," said Owen, feeling an urgency that he hated. "Wake up." Legundo did not wake up. Owen set him down, arranged him into a more comfortable position. A light breeze was following the river downstream with the falling night, and it played at a few stray hairs. What had he said? The airway? Legundo was breathing. It was a shallow thing. Owen imagined it painful, too. ... The smell of blood was strong enough now to sit, bright and metallic, like a fishhook against Owen's tongue. It was whetting his appetite.

The soldier doesn't know where the officer planned to meet the mortal, but that's no problem. The bond between them, now thrumming, acts as an anchor, drawing him in by instinct alone. And then, as the distance between them vanishes, even that is unnecessary.

He can smell the smoke.

“I’m sorry,” Scott murmured as he held eye contact. “This is going to hurt.” His hands hovered, trembling a hair above the wound. He cleared his throat. “Do you want a countdown?” Pyro shook his head, closing his eyes and digging his teeth into the bandage. “Ok.” Scott took a breath, and gripped the crossbow bolt.  He’d heard people scream before, he’d heard and seen his fledglings in pain, he’d felt every wound they suffered during the attack that left him the only confirmed survivor of his old coven.  The familiarity didn’t make it any easier.

I think this is what I wrote last? idk it's been a minute.

(Also, how have I not followed you up until now? It seems I have a major flaw in my decision making skills)

anxiety curls in my chest like something charred and burning

a ball of paper, shrivelled under the light

I write a lot of little tidbits like this, let them simmer and see if anything more comes of them, otherwise they can just exist on their own as I first wrote them trying to go to sleep 😂

Tagging wise, hmm…

The heady alcohol that was near enough to vodka as to make no difference went down as smooth as any top shelf liquor, and Legundo couldn't help but think whether the spirits had anything to do with speeding up the brewing process. If Ren had found some sort of book to allow him to speed up fermentation, he had never said— but if there was a way to speed the growth of plants, surely the bacteria involved in the consumption of sugar and the release of alcohol was similar enough?

I'm going to tag @badalloc !(unless you already did it! I'm having trouble keeping track lol.) Also @yoshiintheweb !

Louis wakes with the sun shining in his face.

He gasps, long familiarity causing his whole body to flinch backwards into the shadow of the wagon he’d slept under the night before, but a surge of anger overrides the fear.

Stop that, he tells himself firmly. He’d been human for ten days now. It was time for his flesh to get on board with the idea.

So Louis deliberately stretches into the light, forcing himself into stillness.

Owen's breath caught. Nobody had said that to him in a very long time. Something warm unfurled inside his chest. Embarrassing. Comforting. Dangerously comforting. "I wasn't very helpful." "You were exactly what she needed." "But she hates me." "No." Legundo's voice remained impossibly calm. "She hates what happened." His hand lingered against Owen's back. "It is much easier to mistake one for the other." Owen lowered his eyes. "...Maybe." "Not maybe." Legundo gently lifted Owen's chin again until their eyes met. "You have a kind heart." His thumb brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen across Owen's forehead. "Don't let other people's grief convince you otherwise." Owen nodded before he realized he was doing it. "I won't." "I know." Legundo smiled again. Only then did Owen realize the sour ache in his chest had almost disappeared. He couldn't remember exactly when it had happened. Only that, somehow, standing here beneath the doctor's hands... Everything felt quiet again.

(also i feel weird asking this but we used to be moots before my account was nuked can we perhaps be mutuals again you’re so cool and talented and i would be honored 👀)

Viva la bloodletting!!!

ALSO

Hi! Hello, Mixi! Omg yess ofc?!!?! I swear I followed ur new account like immediately after your other went down, dunno how I wasn’t but that has very much been fixed!