Concept: a social hierarchy of vampires based on what negative emotions/experiences they feed on.
At the top of the heap, you have vampires who feed on pain and fear – your classic predatory monster types.
Next, you have vampires who feed on anger and jealousy; also high class, but a bit lower than the fear-drinkers because their idiom is missing that connotation of personal dominance – really going out of your way to piss someone off implicitly acknowledges them as your peer, after all.
Lower still you have vampires who feed on shame and disgust, both plentiful food sources, though held in little esteem owing to the fact that grossing people out is rarely dignified. Some shame-drinkers adopt the role of devilish tempters, but they’re generally seen as putting on airs above their station.
Finally, you have vampires who feed on anxiety and boredom. One might think they’d have the easiest time of all, but a vampire can only feed on emotions that are directed toward or inflicted by that particular vampire, so in practice they have to cultivate all sorts of strategies for being as creepy and tedious as possible. The next time an unfathomably boring person corners you at a party, see if you can spot the fangs!
Omg omg I got a bulbasaur at build a bear and I was kinda embarrassed about buying it for myself and stuff but there weren’t any other kids in the store or shoppers for that matter and the girl helping me said she was glad to here it was for me as she collects some plushies and has her own bulbasaur.
Well she was almost done stuffing him and then I noticed that you can put scents in your bear and fucking love cotton candy and the girl basically car salesmen style sold me on the scent pad and asked where I wanted the scent to go
And I didn’t know where it should go but she herself being quite the plushie enthusiast was like “you’re gonna hug him a lot right? may I reccomend right here” and pointed to his forehead
So I was like “awe cute yeah that sounds good” (my bulbasaur is totally stuffed mind you and I even had her make him extra firm )
and then the girl rolls up her sleeves and was like “alright bulbasaur! Here we go! I apologize in advance but this is gonna look very inappropriate!”
And she fisted my super full bulbasaur all the way to her elbow saying sorry to him and to me over and over again. It took her several tries to get the scent pad in place since my bulbasaur was so stuffed and she looked like she was straining and saying “I don’t know why they didn’t think about this design more, so many parents are gonna complain about this one day, I know it”
So all in all this was the best build a bear experience I’ve had since I was a little kid and I love my fat, cotton candy scented, anally inclined bulbasaur to pieces
if this post gets 50 likes ill tell you about what happened when thor and I did shrooms together one time like 400 years ago
wow that was fast. ok so full disclosure: did we KNOW we were doing mushrooms? no. were we attempting to forage for food after a mere 5 (five) hours out on a ritual stag hunt because we are two useless princes who at the time could probably not have boiled water successfully? yes. anyways i dont remember all of it but i think at one point i started crying because “the moon could see me” and thor tried to comfort me but almost strangled me because he was hugging me so tight also the deer we were hunting literally came like Up to our camp and started eating a nearby bush and thor was 100% convinced that it was a sign we had to best the stag in hand-to-hand combat and i kept telling him Thor You Can’t Fight A Deer and he was like Watch Me, Brother so he got up and tried to punch the deer and he punched a tree instead and it ran away obviously. and then we both got SUPER depressed and I started freaking out because I didn’t want to have a bad trip which if you know anything about psychedelics is exactly the way to have a bad trip so thor tried to make me laugh by walking around and punching different trees and it didn’t quite work but by that time i was feeling better and had also remembered that we had some jerky in one of our packs so we ate that and had like a long-ass philosophical conversation about the ethics of eating meat and then i saw that thor had literally worked his knuckles raw punching different trees so i bandaged him up and by that time we were pretty much on the comedown and decided to ask heimdall to take us home. not sure if heimdall saw me crying about the moon being able to see me but hes never mentioned it if so.
I'm a defeatist but I don't have to be 