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Eyes are the window into the soul
I for some reason have had a Vampire kick so I've decided to write something with the ideas I have. I am going FERAL
TW: Blood, religious symbols, gore, torture/hinted torture, dismemberment
It's said that eyes are the way to truly see someone's soul. It's also said how God is this merciful being. The "Creator of all". The Creator of us. It's also said how when He was creating all those living he made a being so truly beautiful that he punished the thought of those beings. He made them disgusting blood sucking creatures of the night, destroying the beauty of their souls by taking their vision. He took the beauty He created and made it into pure unfiltered wrath, fueled only by the very thing that keeps the human race alive. The beings he made, Vampires, were told by their own creator they were disgusting. The same creator who swore to live everything that He's created had told them how they deserved to live in the shadows, secretly feeding. They tried to step out of the pits of hell and show how they're living beings too. But Eyes are the window into the soul. And how can you have a soul when you have no eyes ? How can you be alive when you have no soul ? You've got to be heartless to expect us human beings and Gods perfect creations to welcome in those without a soul.
So they were hunted. It was considered a luxury to have their skin on tarps, a blessing to have their teeth made necklaces and crucifixes, a showing of wealth or showing you're an expert huntsman to have their claws as toothpicks. But the most impressive was to have one of their heads out on display. Even more so if it's paired with their heart. The heart that hasn't beaten our blood since its creation. The heart that the soulless and lifeless creatures are supposed to have. As the time progressed the Vampires became a dying species and slowly were forgotten. When people went pissing it was assumed just random murder. Eventually they were completely forgotten, even when they left their prey bloody and broken, their fingernails missing, teeth torn from their cheeks, heads missing from a case here or there. The bodies of their victims always lay in a religious position.
The most recent case a body of a hyper religious woman was found. She was missing her fingers, her cheeks and gums torn to shreds with her teeth missing, her head was removed and drained of all blood, but the worst part is her eyes had been removed. Her next door neighbors found her on a cross, crucified out in her own front yard. No one knows how she was killed in such a short amount of time and hung up but they knew she was tortured. A note was left nailed to her wrist. 'If God loves all. Then why punish us ?' It was in messy hand writing, almost like a toddler just learning to write. The town was thrown into a panic.
Stories of vampires started resurfacing as possibilities on who killed her. The church stayed out of the case for as long as they could. That was until another body was found. The same thing has happened to him. Except this time there were two notes. The first one was the same as the first, but the second was a date. '12/22' was all that was wrote on the second note. As the days crept closer and closer the church revealed vampires were real. They shared ancient scriptures, their own 'memorabilia', and even went as far as revealing a vampire they had crucified themselves. The town was sent into an even deeper panic, putting everything they could to "protect" themselves from the evil coming. But it didn't work. It never worked. More and more bodies were found. That was until the vampires got too cocky. They broke into the church. One was caught, the supposed 'leader'. Even with her caught they didn't stop. But now she was put on display, locked into a room full of crosses, garlic, whatever they could think of. The only thing that truly worked was the preaching of God, and the lack of food but oh well. She was locked in that room nearly 24/7 before someone from the church had decided she needed to pay. They grabbed her, forcing her squirming body onto a cross. A blood curdling scream was heard throughout the entire town.
She was hoisted up on top Of the church, her skin being exposed to the harsh sun as she screamed and screamed. Whoever cared to listen to her babblings heard her praying and reciting religious text, her body shaking and convulsing. Children threw rocks at her, aiming for her bald head, or more specifically. Her eyes. Or- the lack-there-of. Nightly the pastor climbed up to her cross and stabbed the flabs of skin, "cutting a soul" into her. They had also burned her with metal, engraving crosses into her skin. Yet nothing stopped her babblings and begging. " God does not forgive you! You are evil incarnate. He does not love you. " The Preacher yelled, sliding the knife down her neck. The Vampire screamed again, her back arching off the cross she was nailed too. Blood had trickled down her cheeks from the fresh 'windows' the male had made. " God forgive me. I've done nothing to deserve this punishment. You are my creator. Why must you hate me so. " She screamed, her head turned up to the sky, only to be met with another knife carving into her skin. God was not there to help her. He had abandoned her species when he created them. So now she is left to the mercy of the preacher who was currently carving crosses and religious titles into her skin. It wasn't long before the vampire had died. Her body wasn't even removed, it stayed above the church, decomposing for all the public to see.
Vampires are a creation from God. But they were abandoned for the 'sin' they were. A truly beautiful creature left out for all to see. The creature never loved by anything. Something that deserves love but Nevers gotten it.
Pov me when Religious symbolism with Vampires: AHSKSISGAGSKEUSVW
I love how i can make them so TRAUMATIZED, IT'S SO JUICY.
Anywayssssss thank you for reading :D
Hi guys! Im looking to recruit some other writers and editors to be apart of my long term project im working on! (PLEASE REPOST)
Level of expertise doesnt matter as long as you have some writing to show me!
ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS!
This particular project has inappropriate scenes.
Someone who is very diverse in their writing! Please dont bother interacting if you refuse to write nsfw and gory scenes! (Not a dark romance story. I promise.)
I know i said level of expertise doesnt matter but if you dont use quotation marks and bold or center your entire work? Don’t interact!
If write for everything. Please shoot me a message! And make sure you have discord so we can talk their and maybe create a server for our projects!
I need someone I can trust not to pull a mark zuckerberg on me.
A hint about this story is that i want it to give "Interview with the Vampire" (the series) vibes.
I need someone i can bounce ideas off of and someone who can help me piece this story together!
Little hints about this story. First off its and original story!
Its a romance story. Real romance. Not edward and bella but ian and mickey real.
A villian-rumory orientated story about hellhounds. (Bc why are vampires and werewolves so much popular than hellhounds?) when i say villian i dont mean like marvel and dc supervillian. Just a bad guy.
My version of hellhounds will be born as wolves and later shift into their man (short for human not man) forms when they’re ready.
The name of this story is called "Reckoning"
I was originally going with FXM but with the story especially the romance/death part it makes more sense for it to be BXB. So if that makes you uncomfortable dont interact!
Please only serious inquiries only! I’ll share more later on! ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS!
Be ready to introduce yourself and have your works and links ready!
I hope to be friends for a long time and i wouldnt mind helping on your projects as well!
ORIGINAL PROJECTS
“Every night I lie in bed, the brightest colors fill my head,”
“A million dreams are keeping me awake.”
PROJECT.HORSEMEN
A four-book romance series set against the glamorous backdrop of the art world. The Daigo family, pillars of the industry, navigate love, ambition, and legacy. From art galleries and exhibitions to movie premieres and high-stakes heists of stolen masterpieces, the series intertwines romance with the intrigue of the elite. Each book focuses on a different member of the family—including the patriarch himself—unveiling their personal struggles and desires as they face unexpected twists in their pursuit of love.
Ranging from:
Writing - male x fem (Fem dom x Male Sub)
Sculpting - male x male (body guard)
Painting or Music - male x fem
Collecting - male x fem (flashback, set before the first three books.)
OUTLINE - DRAFT ZERO
“I think of what the world could be,”
“A vision of the one I see,”
PROJECT.RECKONING
A romantasy trilogy about a hellhound on a mission to retrieve the relics of her people and find her fathers remains. She crosses paths with one of the world’s strongest warlocks, who grows suspicious of her after she washes up on the shore of his village. Set against the backdrop of an annual party that attracts both supernatural and human elites, where fortunes are made overnight, the real magic happens at the after party—revealing a ugly underbelly of myths, supernatural soldiers, and unexpected romance.
OUTLINE - DRAFT ZERO
”A million dreams is all it’s gonna take,“
“Oh a million dreams for the world we’re gonna make,”
PROJECT. AVATAR
In a dystopian world where the entire population was turned to stone eons ago, the remnants of technology have fused with the planet and statues. When the OC awakens, she finds everything she knew about her world was a lie. As she navigates this eerie new reality, she discovers that history is doomed to repeat itself.
OUTLINING
“They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy,“
“They can say, they can say we've lost our minds,“
PROJECT.ISLE
A dystopian trilogy where a group of people are dropped onto a mysterious island, alongside some of the world’s most dangerous criminals. The island has one rule: join them or die. Unbeknownst to the newcomers, the island is broadcasted live as entertainment for the rich, who pay to control the inhabitants, forcing them to do anything for the right price.
OUTLINING
”I don't care, I don't care if they call us crazy,“
“Runaway to a world that we design,“
PROJECT.WOMAN
In this mystery thriller, a woman wakes up handcuffed to a hospital bed with a detective at her side. Her first question is about her husband’s whereabouts, only to discover that not only was he was he dead; she is the sole suspect of the crime. Thus begins the investigation, unraveling the events that led to this tragic moment.
OUTLINING
— All rights reserved ©CAUQHTZ2024, do not steal my work.
hey, hey, so, UHHH
im thinking about making an arg??? i dont know how far i'd be able to go with it and i would of course need time to Plan It Out, but i kinda want to get a general vague idea of if people would be interested in that???
(especially if you are Following Me i'd like to know because then you will be more likely to get updates on it)
(im thinking vaguely creepy themed but nothing too bad and almost entirely based in tumblr/things that you can be linked to FROM tumblr)
hey, hey, so, UHHH
im thinking about making an arg??? i dont know how far i'd be able to go with it and i would of course need time to Plan It Out, but i kinda want to get a general vague idea of if people would be interested in that???
(especially if you are Following Me i'd like to know because then you will be more likely to get updates on it)
(im thinking vaguely creepy themed but nothing too bad and almost entirely based in tumblr/things that you can be linked to FROM tumblr)
Good luck sending me mixed signals, I dont even understand the direct ones.
Why theme is more important than plot
A super important lesson about writing that completely changed my mindset a few years ago, and I hope it helps you get there yourself if you’re stressing too much about the plot.
Worried about your plot not being good enough? It might be time to switch gears.
Any good story that stays with the reader will have compelling themes. You might not remember exactly what happens in the book, but you’ll remember how it made you feel. Wanna know why?
Because it had a strong theme, message or story question. So let’s break this down.
The theme → the true meaning of the story and its existence The plot → a device that delivers the theme in a digestible sequence of events
Do you know what your theme is? Do you know what question you’re asking with your project?
To figure this out, you need to understand why you chose this specific moment in this specific character’s life to tell the story.
What sort of change occurs in them?
What sort of message do they learn?
Why is this a pivotal moment in their life?
This is how you’ll learn what your story is truly about, underneath the plot. Think of your plot as the vehicle, and your story question/theme as the driver.
If your plot doesn’t carry the subtext of your theme, it’s going to have a hard time sticking in your reader’s head.
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Blue Serenity
a poetry project written by Dan Roberts.
Blue Serenity is a story-based project created by Dan Roberts to be published through online platforms. It was written from the ages of 17-21 years old originally in the form of music and lyrics that have now been repurposed into a poetry format. Through six different parts (dubbed phases), you will be taken on a journey through different life chapters and extremes that lead into the perspective the writer currently harbours.
These confessional and fantasy-based stories represent different emotional extremes the author has experienced as they navigate the themes of teenage development, young adulthood, depression, loneliness, substance use and misuse, romantic relationships, emotional and sexual abuse, death, healing and self-improvement.
“Darkness looms about everywhere but so does beauty.”
Blue Serenity: Phase 0 Pure Life; Conditioned Into Darkness. (the prequel)
Blue Serenity: Phase 0 Pure Life Conditioned Into Darkness
i. trapped. ii. pure life, interrupted. iii. the elders. iv. forbidden beauty. v. butane games. vi. cast away. vii. detention. viii. breaking out.
Prologue
Deep in the darkest point of the Midnight Valley existed a facility with a purpose of despicable evil. A place ruled by once innocent creatures who had been mind controlled into absolute obstruction, re-enacting the lessons they believed to be true.
We were pure lights filled with endless possibilities that had the power to cure the world of its anomalies. But those in power would not tolerate such good deeds and instead chose to lock us under the rules they declared, with chaos hovering over us in intimidation. Under such cruel management dictating who we were destined to be and surrounded by dark corridors with windows consistently blacked out, we often dreamed of the possibilities outside of the realities assigned to us. This was outlawed and the longer we stayed, the sooner we would succumb to believing the lies being fed to us by those with intentions misaligned.
We prayed to open the doors and be acquainted with the outside world, free of all the dark control that consistently rendered us motionless. But sometimes you must be careful what you wish for when every door leads to a new nightmare unfolded.
Pure Life; Conditioned Into Darkness
written by Dan Roberts
Trapped.
Welcome to the land of opportunity It sure is a sad tale to tell; the endless stories of how we all fell Let down by the forces who reined in superiority, we perished beneath the flames, locked away for simply breathing as the beings we were always meant to be
We are locked down for ages with all our pretty faces barricaded in dimmed corridors of expectations, harming our non-existent foundations We are left defenseless under this chaotic order where nobody asked to stand upon the precipice of the only life we have ever known to be true
We are trapped in a globe that once shined with youth but has grown old and corrupted too Is there anywhere else that we can be? Siblings sold their souls and destroyed their inner truth If it has not yet, it will happen to you soon
Pure bright energy locked in a black hole for eternity
We are all trapped for what feels like forever
—
Blue Serenity: Phase 0 Pure Life; Conditioned Into Darkness #1
written by Dan Roberts
Pure Life, Interrupted.
Idle minds dreaming of highs found in times of past, longing for sunshine underneath future’s bright breath Effervescent wishes not yet born into light with insistent desperation calling into the night Broken children craving lands they have not seen, residing in the sewers of lost hopeful dreams Incessant demands of what life should mean, as functionality becomes frozen from harmful misdeeds of those who claim ownership of their souls
They sit still in waiting for a timely escape from the hell they know too well haunting them every day
They sit still, patiently hoping to one day be met with the visual of what life looks like outside the blackened windows that keep them where they are
—
Blue Serenity: Phase 0 Pure Life; Conditioned Into Darkness #2
written by Dan Roberts
Forbidden Beauty.
What is beauty is what they have forbidden It is what they admire within us and all they have ever aimed to destroy
We were outlined a path to colour in and had no choice but to betray our fingertips in order to portray what would be rewarded We became the evil we swore we would never be after following the instructions subjected to us We were at an early age taught the act of conformity that eventually erased our true beauty
But what is beauty is what is natural It was what we possessed all along but lost at the hands of those disrupting the joy of a life lived pure and true
What is beauty is the rough edges of a life lived natural, true, ugly and unclean All the things we were forbidden to be
What is beauty is all we lost early on and it meets us at our point of suffering that continues to exist actively
We are all broken reflections of beauty, stolen
—
Blue Serenity: Phase 0 Pure Life; Conditioned Into Darkness #4
written by Dan Roberts
Butane Games.
Sparks’ flame sets a fire to far purer days where we were quiet and naive, fulfilling all the requirements of the image they taught us to be
Time passes as we witness how we now behave, rebelling against the very systems that lead us to the pain we are now actively remedying
We clutch our fists and inhale anything that leads us to leaving this present space
These grand risks taken by minds ever idle are defiant acts created within the struggle that persists in the wake of a hypnosis leading us to our inevitable downfall We know enough to access our survival using each other to combat the tidal that leaves us gasping for the very air that has destroyed our souls all along
We are escaping the establishment in perfect places and hidden corners where we can be rendered invisible From basement make-out sessions to unified wild intoxication, we are on a grand mission to forget what we are all running from The truth is, it is the very same force that keeps us together Little do we know that this is what they wanted for us all along and our many footsteps into rebellion and escape keep us latched onto the pain they intend for us to feel
It is a losing game we willingly play, convinced we are winning the strategy they created Once again, we remain at the bottom, yearning for a different reality than the one we live in everyday
It is all a losing game
—
Blue Serenity: Phase 0 Pure Life; Conditioned Into Darkness #5
written by Dan Roberts
Cast Away.
They are searching for me because I continue to breathe as I am Now, they are hunting me They want my blood on their fingertips I am a runaway easily found within plain view because the reasons I was cast away were for expressing my many beautiful hues
They withdrew me from my outer space and held me captive for a hundred days The grand opportunity to create a life for myself holds no meaning within a deceitful world that delivers me nothing but continuous harm
What did I do? I always mind my own business yet find myself locked within these spaces where I am punished for authenticity
What did I do? Who did I anger? Why is it that I must suffer?
Whenever I start doing what is best for me, I find targets latched into my back, reminding me how conformity will be chasing me forever
It is a miserable fact I resent everyday
—
Blue Serenity: Phase 0 Pure Life; Conditioned Into Darkness #6
written by Dan Roberts
Detention.
My friends are in the corridor while I am trapped inside a room with the elders who think they possess the power to groom each and every thought that stimulates my cloudy brain They all look down upon me as though I am the one to blame You would not know that I have been trying my very best for this environment we are trapped within is one I completely detest How could we possibly succeed playing their holy games when every single one of their sins burns like the hottest flame?
Lately, I have not been able to ever get my own way in the midst of the terror that has turned my world grey I expressed all the contents that have lead me into hysterics hoping my honesty would help but instead, they chose to barrack
There is something deeply wrong with you, they said We must convert you so you do not wind up dead They punished me for simply breathing, forcing dreadful pills down my throat We have saved his dark soul, they proudly gloat
I was excused from the room where I proceeded to get high, hoping to numb myself, forgetting their kindly-veiled lies They could never care about me even if they dare tried because even the best of intentions tend to be swallowed by the ego of those who feel they have done things right They named themselves the saviours of my tumultuous fight But the war I reside within will never be their victory to claim for every time I tried to scream aloud, they peered the other way
The next day, I returned to the same old detention room It is the space that carries all my impending dooms Things were back to normal as though nothing was ever amiss That is how I know they do not care if I cease to exist I leave my body, searching for life outside these dirty walls, wondering how far I could go if I could indeed have it all I sit very quietly, impatient for the clock to strike noon, praying all this destruction will be over soon
but my cycle of punishment always continues
—
Blue Serenity: Phase 0 Pure Life; Conditioned Into Darkness #7
written by Dan Roberts
Breaking Out.
Breaking out after years spent in these dark corridors We made sure to cause a commotion because we refuse to escape silently
Defiantly rebelling against those who stole our light High as hell, we knew well enough that our time was coming
We paid our dues and sacrificed a life so true when we existed in the basement where we were forced to comply and our dreams were made to die
All our perfect hues turned to gloom as our lives were depleted of any meaning Who we were meant to be went to die by cause of false character building
But now, we have escaped from the only place we know, opening the doors they kept locked and closed Finally seeing the light we imagined the world outside to be, we ran out of the dark we were enclosed within
We think we are free, but the world outside is unknown to us and despite breaking out, we still exist in the Midnight Valley finally being revealed to our hopeful eyes that have been constantly deceived
We may be many things but we are not yet free
—
Blue Serenity: Phase 0 Pure Life; Conditioned Into Darkness #8
written by Dan Roberts