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It’s that time for a SUPER-SPECIAL FOLLOWER EVENT again already?
I guess I’ll have to set up a live chat something for the big 200.

It’s that time for a SUPER-SPECIAL FOLLOWER EVENT again already?

I guess I’ll have to set up a live chat something for the big 200.


Reblog / posted 1 day ago

Hello.

I would ask what you are doing near my home. Unfortunately, there has been a lot of confusion lately. Tours of Eden Plantation have been permanently halted and this is a private residence. Don’t feel too put out though. Now that you are here you might as well stay a-while.

slowpoisonxbadblood


bloodanddye:

"And I thought that bras were difficult to adjust to" she said with a laugh. "Well, I can sort of understand about pants… But I’d worn bloomers before, so pants weren’t a big leap. I can’t even imagine." Emily’s smile slowly shifted into a rather nervous expression as she tried to sort her thoughts. "A-and I… I wasn’t worried… I was just- I don’t know… Sometimes it’s still difficult for me to think of myself as a vampire. I catch myself thinking almost… Outside of myself. I forget what I’ve seen and what I’ve done and suddenly things seem a lot worse than they really are. Just because- I don’t know… I can’t say that I wasn’t scared when I was human. I had nightmares and thought there were monsters under my bed and in the cupboard. My two worst fears were actually ghosts and fairies" she admitted with a sheepish laugh. "But I wasn’t afraid of much else… I got myself into a lot of trouble. I got myself into this-" she said, gesturing absently to herself. "But still, now and then I find myself thinking as though I’m still human."

Emily shook her shrugged, gave him a small smile and leaned into his chest. “I really do know that what you’re doing is good, though. Even if you drained them completely, it- It would be good. There are a lot of humans that have done absolutely horrible things- So many of them end up being executed, but it doesn’t serve any real purpose; it isn’t really a punishment since their suffering is over. And it doesn’t fix what they did… So why shouldn’t we put their deaths to use? Those with life sentences as well. They’re not of any other use to the world, but they’re of use to us.”

She bit at her lip nervously as she tried to sort her thoughts. She had never really spoken to anyone about anything like this. It was more than a bit daunting to try to express herself. It was daunting just admitting these truths and perspectives to herself.

When he opened the box, Emily knelt in front of it and began shifting things around inside. It seemed to be full of old tin types of people that were long dead and bundles of letters that were probably older than she was. Absently, she picked up a few and silently read the names. None of it held very much meaning to her, but that was partially because her thoughts had wandered elsewhere.

After a little while, she simply sat on the floor and looked up to him. “From talking to the strays, and from personal experience, I’ve found that… Most vampires, they didn’t end up as they are because they wanted to be” she said quietly as she began to take things from the box. “And if they did, most of them had no real… Comprehension of what that meant. H-how could they? It’s like trying to empathize with a fish; we have abilities and instincts that are simply far beyond their ken. A lot of us don’t know how to handle it. Especially not at first… We end up hurting people, and ourselves, even if we don’t mean to. A-and some of us- Some of us just can’t deal with the reality of what we are and what we have to do to survive. I don’t think it’s fair that we should have to suffer for something that we didn’t really get a choice in. If taking blood from bad people can prevent the suffering of others, then why shouldn’t we?”

He watched Em with a softness in his brown/green eyes that wasn’t often there and sat beside her as she opened up the trunk. The old faces in the photographs, some of them had been simply crowd shots, random streets and random faces. The portraits were another thing. Almost from the moment he had learned that the silver salts had been antiquated he had encouraged vampires to sit for portraits. Perhaps there was a moment of sadness as one was half visible. He plucked it out, looked at it then dropped it back into the trunk.

"For most of time, Em, that’s the way things did work out. As Our Kind spread we found is was simply good for everyone if we ran the prisons and jails. My sister’s idea actually. Crimes were repaid in blood - wither it was legal to bleed them or not - and a hungry vampire was welcome to mostly drain a prisoner prior to execution. Things rarely got out of control but it did happen.

"Hard line police would take too much blood for simple crimes. Military Prisoners were treated less than dogs. Rather than give up such a steady and dependable source of blood I began to put vampires in high positions with in the prison system and for a while things evened back out. Then came America with with it love of privatization and now I flat out own them.

"I did have to stop the practice of letting Our Kind run them, though. That came to a crashing halt with the second world war and I am sure you can guess why. It’s a balance Emily. We cannot exist without humans. We can’t have them turn on us and we can’t be too hard on them either.

"Letting things get so very far out of control is one of my greatest regrets. Seeing what the youngest vampire were going through, as lost and utterly afraid as I was and I knew it was my fault. My sister brother and I experimented in making others. When she bite me and turned, it wasn’t nearly so obvious as it now seems. No one had ever heard of such a creature as I.

"Once we had it down we turned almost without regard. We transformed our friends, our lovers, we turned to bribe, we turned to win battles. In just a few hundred years there were hundreds because they turned as they had been. It was out of control from the start.

"Once this new world was found, free of our kind I knew I had to set some rules and take responsibility for what I had let loose. I built Eden. I try to talk to as many of them as I can. Answer questions and take away the fear. I asked William to come over from England to help me with that. William, Henry and perhaps four or five others are all that’s left of the old vampires. Henry is actually older than them even, not by much but by enough."

He picked up the photo he had looked at and handed it to Emily.

"That was my sister. She died during the Civil War. She was the soldier of the family, even when we were human. And she really freaking hated the etiquette of the day. Scariest woman’s rights activist ever. Vadoma would have liked you."

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Reblog / posted 1 day ago

Hello.

I would ask what you are doing near my home. Unfortunately, there has been a lot of confusion lately. Tours of Eden Plantation have been permanently halted and this is a private residence. Don’t feel too put out though. Now that you are here you might as well stay a-while.

hollrvif


[text] 3 gallons in milk jugs in a cooler stuffed with microwavable heating pads are in the basement. [text] the one with the black marks on it is human from the prisons [text] the others are cow.

askhenrysturges:

vampireadam:

askhenrysturges:

askhenrysturges:

[text] thank you so much

[text] I fully intend to keep you updated.

[text] I may force Abraham to accept you into his life if only to handle this situation.

[text] just knowing you’re on the other end helps me feel significantly better.

[text] If you’re sure now’s the time, I’m still holed up in the old radio shack.
[text] How are the two of you doing?

[text] I just need to talk to him first.

[text] I love you”

[text] Okay ki-áñ 


[text] 3 gallons in milk jugs in a cooler stuffed with microwavable heating pads are in the basement. [text] the one with the black marks on it is human from the prisons [text] the others are cow.

askhenrysturges:

askhenrysturges:

[text] thank you so much

[text] I fully intend to keep you updated.

[text] I may force Abraham to accept you into his life if only to handle this situation.

[text] just knowing you’re on the other end helps me feel significantly better.

[text] If you’re sure now’s the time, I’m still holed up in the old radio shack.
[text] How are the two of you doing?


[text] 3 gallons in milk jugs in a cooler stuffed with microwavable heating pads are in the basement. [text] the one with the black marks on it is human from the prisons [text] the others are cow.

askhenrysturges:

vampireadam:

askhenrysturges:

askhenrysturges:

[text] thank you so much

[text] what does it say?

[text] rough translation?

*sends an email of a partial translation some 19 pages long. Part gibberish. Lots of allusions to batons, water hoses, cattle prods, a dangerous animal. Appropriate levels of punishment for it’s escape and to correct it’s behavior. Must be returned alive without serious injury but double bonus pay if it’s retrained.*

[text] I’m more than willing to let Vadoma’s friends loose.

Henry didn’t answer for a good long while. It took him at least half an hour to read the translations, having to fight off nausea, wanting to vomit and a few other things.

[text] no

[text] at least not yet.

As more of it was translated and obvious errors triple checked until he was confidant it was an acceptable translation he noticed that his cell phone, the only one outside of the brass wire mesh basket, was still and quiet. Perhaps he shouldn’t send the updated file. 

It buzzed twice. 

[text] alright Love. 
[text] let me know if you guys come out here. Plenty of buildings still left
[text] The old library even has a basement.


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Getting arrested for wearing a red thong and no pants on a subway train is no way to go through life.
Anonymous

Says You. stupid gray-face trying to judge me.

Watch me catwalk my way right back onto that train!


[text] 3 gallons in milk jugs in a cooler stuffed with microwavable heating pads are in the basement. [text] the one with the black marks on it is human from the prisons [text] the others are cow.

askhenrysturges:

askhenrysturges:

[text] thank you so much

[text] what does it say?

[text] rough translation?

*sends an email of a partial translation some 19 pages long. Part gibberish. Lots of allusions to batons, water hoses, cattle prods, a dangerous animal. Appropriate levels of punishment for it’s escape and to correct it’s behavior. Must be returned alive without serious injury but double bonus pay if it’s retrained.*

[text] I’m more than willing to let Vadoma’s friends loose.


[text] 3 gallons in milk jugs in a cooler stuffed with microwavable heating pads are in the basement. [text] the one with the black marks on it is human from the prisons [text] the others are cow.

askhenrysturges:

vampireadam:

askhenrysturges:

askhenrysturges:

[text] thank you so much

[text] that’s a terrible idea…

[text] what would I tell him happened to the town?

[text] I will just have to find another place close to Eden.

[text] thank you, but no thank you. I think I need to be the one to tell him…

[text]

[text] if you don’t want me to mention it then I wont bring it up again.
[text] Tell him post Katrina hell pit + forgotten in the bureaucracy. 
[text] Mostly true too. It was on it’s way out before we got here. 
[text] It was never even on Google Maps.

[text] he still doesn’t trust you. He trusts me and in trusting me will trust you if he has to, but still…

[text] No offense.

[text] but that’s a good idea… I’ll talk to him and let you know if we relocate.

[text] none taken.
[text] Henry… is this something I need to martial the troops for?
[text] If the translator software is any good this is some pretty fucked up stuff.


[text] 3 gallons in milk jugs in a cooler stuffed with microwavable heating pads are in the basement. [text] the one with the black marks on it is human from the prisons [text] the others are cow.

askhenrysturges:

askhenrysturges:

[text] thank you so much

[text] that’s a terrible idea…

[text] what would I tell him happened to the town?

[text] I will just have to find another place close to Eden.

[text] thank you, but no thank you. I think I need to be the one to tell him…

[text]

[text] if you don’t want me to mention it then I wont bring it up again.
[text] Tell him post Katrina hell pit + forgotten in the bureaucracy. 
[text] Mostly true too. It was on it’s way out before we got here. 
[text] It was never even on Google Maps.


[text] 3 gallons in milk jugs in a cooler stuffed with microwavable heating pads are in the basement. [text] the one with the black marks on it is human from the prisons [text] the others are cow.

askhenrysturges:

vampireadam:

askhenrysturges:

askhenrysturges:

[text] thank you so much

[text] I know.

[text] it’s mostly me fantasizing.

[text] We’ll do something together once it all calms down.
[text] that’s a promise Love.

*several hours later*

[text] Not taking this stuff home. 
[text] I sent for a couple of the strays to bring a generator and a disposable computer out to the village we killed.
[text] several of the buildings are still intact, enough anyway, that I can work from here.
[text] I’ll be in the old radio shack. Seemed appropriate.

*another hour or so later*

[text] two numbers keep coming up but I can’t read any of the texts.
[text] I hate it when it’s a language I don’t know.
[text] Two numbers are +373 22 24-51-04 registered to the address 152 Stefan cel Mare bd. Moldova and +7-495-690-21-92 registered to the address 11, строение 2 Moscow.
[text] I think someone called Voronoff was killed.
[text] I feel personally insulted to have to use a translator software but it’s not any form of russian that I know.

((if anyone thinks to call those numbers, they’re to Opera Houses in their respective countries.))

Henry stared at the information. He recognized it but at the same time he couldn’t figure it out. He skimmed the information over several times before finally realization dawned on him.

[text] I may have to relocate Abraham.

[text] I believe that is one of Abraham’s allies. I do not want to tell him he is dead…

[text] To where? Bring him out here. There are plenty buildings still standing.
[text] as promised, all wifi’s and pingers are disabled  Nothing electronic is leaving this place. Besides, I’m keeping them in a little Faraday cage.
[text] We could send Vadoma’s friends out. You know how they get. If anything you know that they’ll kill every last one of them.

*a couple minutes later*

[text] He’s going to want to know what happened. If you want I can tell him.


[text] 3 gallons in milk jugs in a cooler stuffed with microwavable heating pads are in the basement. [text] the one with the black marks on it is human from the prisons [text] the others are cow.

askhenrysturges:

askhenrysturges:

[text] thank you so much

[text] I know.

[text] it’s mostly me fantasizing.

[text] We’ll do something together once it all calms down.
[text] that’s a promise Love.

*several hours later*

[text] Not taking this stuff home. 
[text] I sent for a couple of the strays to bring a generator and a disposable computer out to the village we killed.
[text] several of the buildings are still intact, enough anyway, that I can work from here.
[text] I’ll be in the old radio shack. Seemed appropriate.

*another hour or so later*

[text] two numbers keep coming up but I can’t read any of the texts.
[text] I hate it when it’s a language I don’t know.
[text] Two numbers are +373 22 24-51-04 registered to the address 152 Stefan cel Mare bd. Moldova and +7-495-690-21-92 registered to the address 11, строение 2 Moscow.
[text] I think someone called Voronoff was killed.
[text] I feel personally insulted to have to use a translator software but it’s not any form of russian that I know.

((if anyone thinks to call those numbers, they’re to Opera Houses in their respective countries.))


[text] 3 gallons in milk jugs in a cooler stuffed with microwavable heating pads are in the basement. [text] the one with the black marks on it is human from the prisons [text] the others are cow.

askhenrysturges:

vampireadam:

askhenrysturges:

vampireadam:

askhenrysturges:

askhenrysturges:

[text] thank you so much

[text] I am so torn between continuing the joke and chiding you

[text] cosmic and divine delight my love
[text] God had a kid so you know he’s getting some
[text] :)
[text] May God manifest and give unto thee a blow-job

About five minutes pass.

[text] I’ve settled on laughing apparently.

[text] Only the best for my Henry. I’ll head out to the warehouse now.

[text] we should go away again

[text] just you and me

[text] for a few days.

[text] first things first, Love


Hello.

I would ask what you are doing near my home. Unfortunately, there has been a lot of confusion lately. Tours of Eden Plantation have been permanently halted and this is a private residence. Don’t feel too put out though. Now that you are here you might as well stay a-while.

vampirejxrry