Twilight Sparkle lived the same way that she died: calm, collected, and covered in blood.
Rarity couldn’t blame her much for the blood though—it wasn’t her fault manticores were full of the stuff, nevermind the fact she cut quite a striking figure standing there drenched in a crimson that bled so starkly through the once-white fabric of her blouse.
The air around them tasted like copper.
The manticore was dead.
“Right,” Twilight said, and turned to Rarity. Her voice was level and unbothered, as if they were merely discussing the weather: cloudy with a chance of showers, especially for those in range of ruptured arteries! “Should we head back to the library now?”
Rarity shot the manticore’s body a pointed look, and then Twilight an even sharper one. “Like that?”
“Like what?”
“You— You know!” She gestured up and down. “Like that!”
They’d be the talk of the town if they returned looking the way they did, wouldn’t they? She, Rarity—the vampire, the dangerous one—and her, Twilight—the human, the victim—emerging from the Everfree a bloodsoaked pair? Nothing to see here! Don’t mind the mess; it’s not hers, I promise! She’s perfectly fine!
Ponyville would play hopscotch with conclusions, they would. Rarity refused to ever supply them chalk.
“We’ll go to mine,” she said instead, and crossed her arms for good measure. “You’d have eventually come to me to salvage what you’re wearing anyway; Celestia knows I’m the only one of our friends who knows or cares enough to get any sort of bloodstain out of fabric.”
“Oh.” Twilight wrinkled her nose. She reached one hand down to peel her soggy blouse from her stomach with a wet squelch. “Honestly, at this point I might as well throw these clothes out.”
“WHAT?!”
Rarity’s voice might have shattered glass, had they not been in the middle of the most feral and uninhabited forest known to monsterkind.
“Or, maybe Spike could burn them? I could ask.”
“No, no, no! A thousand times no!” In her shock Rarity couldn’t stop herself from trying to defend her case: flitting circles around Twilight; pulling at her sleeve here, her collar there; maneuvering behind her to take the yoke of her blouse between her fingertips and tug. “I can’t possibly let you destroy such a lovely shirt. The construction of it alone speaks to both the price and quality of its design! And your trousers”—she hooked one finger through a belt loop to turn Twilight back around—“barely caught any of it; plus blood is hardly ever an issue to clean from black, you know, and—”
“Rarity,” Twilight interrupted, now nose-to-nose with her and wearing the barest traces of amusement in her eyes, “if I say yes, can we start heading back?”
“Hm?” Rarity blinked. “Oh!” She removed her hand from Twilight’s hip and cleared her throat. “Well, I mean, if you do, then I suppose we can. We came for the manticore, and the manticore is dead, and so as long as ‘yes’ means you agree to not go waltzing through town in such a way as to paint me as some sort of woman-ravishing opportunist like that bastard Bluebl—”
“Rarity,” Twilight repeated, and nearly smiled. “Yes.”
It was hard to think thoughts sometimes, especially when exhausted, but it was also sometimes equally as hard to not think thoughts. Their trek back to the boutique had Rarity firmly in the latter category—Twilight didn’t seem in the mood for conversation, and that meant Rarity’s thoughts had nothing else to do but think.
...Mostly about Twilight.
Rarity knew she wasn’t alone in that regard, though. Their whole circle of friends, the entirety of Ponyville, and almost all of Celestia's court surely thought about Twilight Sparkle just as much. And who could blame any of them?
Who could blame anyone for being curious about the human who willingly lived in a town of monsters?
Well, if she truly IS one, Rarity thought to herself, then immediately wished she hadn’t. That was a pesky one; a thought her mind had planted the day she’d first met Twilight—nearly a year ago now, wasn’t it? It must have been, yes. The Summer Sun Celebration was just a month away.
She’d first met Twilight Sparkle the so-called human nearly a year ago, and yet in all the time since then Rarity hadn’t managed to shake off the suspicion that she wasn’t.
Because humans and monsters didn’t mingle much, of course. Humans didn’t trust monsters and their fangs and furs and feathers and other not-human traits, and monsters trusted humans and their magic just as much. Sure, they were civil, and no one went round shouting slurs at the other kind if they saw them in the streets—if they wanted to keep their reputation, they’d do it in private or preferably not at all—but with Ponyville as one of Equestria’s last remaining monster havens, Rarity couldn’t fathom why any human would stay for more than a moon.
(Unless, perhaps, that human wasn’t really one at all—)
Well, what could she even be, then? Rarity snapped at the voice in the back of her head. Not out loud; she was still with Twilight, after all. It bothered her to be so suspicious of a close friend, but oh did it bother her even more to not be close enough of a friend to know why.
She risked a glance at Twilight out of the corner of her eye. The stars and moon above them shone down cold, but bright. Moonlight cast Twilight’s profile in a rather fetching silver, Rarity found, then snapped her gaze back to the trail in front of them before she found anything more.
No visibly inhuman traits. Just like always, and like every time she’d checked before.
Perhaps a vampire, Rarity decided. Though, she didn’t put much confidence into her guess—she knew too well how to spot another of her kind; could too easily sense both bloodborne and turned alike.
Twilight Sparkle showed no signs and raised no flags. Vampire was a truly terrible guess.
She guessed it anyway.
Just in case.
“Here,” Rarity called down the hall. “These should fit.”
“Should?” Twilight called back. She stood in the boutique’s foyer wearing blood and uncertainty, too polite to walk her mess any further inside and too callous to care about the stench of gore sticking to her skin. She’d been able to walk through the front door without an invite, though that didn’t mean much—Rarity had surely invited her inside dozens of times before.
“It’s the best I have on hand,” she answered, knowing full well that everything else in her closet was too tailored to fit anyone else, and made her way back to Twilight with what she’d found. “We’re two different monsters, after all. People,” she quickly corrected. “Don’t take that the wrong way, though. I certainly don’t have the figure to wear what you’re wearing right now, you know.”
“You don’t have to be polite,” Twilight snorted, a smile in her voice but not on her face. “I’m pretty sure it’s impossible for anything to look bad on you.”
“But I can’t just say that about myself,” Rarity teased. “Though I certainly won’t stop you from saying it.”
She passed the neatly-folded pile in her arms over to Twilight: a plain, slightly oversized blouse she sometimes wore as a nightshirt, and a pair of trousers she’d last worn three New Year’s resolutions ago. They were only as close as they’d been in the Everfree, but the scent of blood seemed even stronger inside. Rarity could hardly keep her fangs from forming at arm’s length; Twilight still remained focused—and fangless—nearer to the manticore’s blood than her own.
“You know where the washroom is, don’t you?” Rarity managed.
(Of course she knew. Rarity had put her up for a night just the month before.)
“Mhm,” Twilight nodded, then slipped one bloodied, muddied loafer off after the other on top of Rarity’s doormat and went to the bathroom to change.
She was alone for a bit after that, save for the few fleeting seconds she’d taken to knock on the bathroom door and request that Twilight hand her the Outfit before she got into the bath. After all, she certainly wanted a good soak after that mess of a mission, and she hadn’t been the one who’d done all the heavy lifting—so if Twilight was going to take some well-deserved time to unwind, then Rarity thought she’d better get started on the Outfit in the solitary meantime.
Blood never did like to remove itself.
The motions were all too familiar; ones she’d had to perform not only for herself and the bedsheets she’d never buried with their corpses, but also for spilled wine on tablecloths and paint on Sweetie’s brand-new-everythings and the general mess and muck of life that came with following orders penned in dragonfire and sent directly from the Divine.
Rarity wrinkled her nose at that, and sat herself down beside the washbasin.
A year ago she’d been but a seamstress. Well, look at me now, she thought dryly, with all the bitterness of someone who’d gotten exactly what she’d wished for. She rolled her sleeves up to the elbow and spun the faucet on. Immediately the water heater sent its protests through the plumbing in response.
Hot water for both the washroom and the laundry room? Unforgivable.
She tossed in Twilight’s underclothes as the basin filled and clutched the bloodied blouse tight between two fists.
Her, Rarity, as one-sixth of some Plan that not only had her fighting ferals in the Everfree on a near-weekly basis, but also doing laundry afterward out of her own free will?
Unbelievable.
The basin filled. She turned off the tap, listened to the sound of running water tap-tap-tapping in what was surely a shower and not a bath, and set to work.
It was just as easy for Rarity to lose herself in chores as it was in anything else she set her mind to. On one hand, it was a blessing: time passed quickly, and she soon found she’d finished with everything except the dreadfully sullied blouse.
On the other hand, getting lost meant it was far too easy for Twilight Sparkle to scare her out of her skin.
“What should I do with my towel?”
Contrary to some humans’ beliefs, vampires did indeed have heartbeats. In that moment Rarity was certain hers had nearly jumped right out of her throat.
“Don’t do that,” she hissed, then twisted around to give Twilight the sternest of glares before answering, “And you can leave it by the sink. I’ll throw it in with the rest of my linens tomorrow.”
Twilight met her gaze with an all-too-familiar indifference. The towel in question lay draped over her shoulders like a cape. Her bangs were damp. They stuck to her forehead in a way that made Rarity want to run a comb through them once or twice. “The clothes fit me,” she said eventually and redundantly—redundant, because Rarity had already glanced over her clothing before she’d looked for the towel. The trousers were a bit too loose at the waist; too short in the leg, and the neckline of the shirt veered lower than it ever had on her. And, the half-length sleeves hardly reached—
“Your arms,” Rarity blurted out before her mind could catch up with her eyes and mouth. “What’s happened to them?”
“Hm?” Twilight blinked. “Oh,” she realized, and raised one bare arm up from her side so Rarity could see it better. “I didn’t realize you hadn’t seen them yet.”
Thin white lines marked her skin from wrist to elbow and then above. Rarity had thought them scars initially, but now with better light she could make out intricate geometry and script-like markings that could only have been intentional.
“I suppose you could call them tattoos,” Twilight continued, and flexed her fingers absently. The markings shifted slightly against her skin.
Can’t be a vampire, was Rarity’s first thought—they healed far too fast for even piercings, much to her disappointment. Then came her second thought: “Why?”
Instead of answering verbally, Twilight hummed under her breath and tipped her head to the side. Then, she gave the index finger of her extended hand a twirl, and suddenly a familiar magenta light lit up over the towel slung around her neck.
“It’s a human thing,” she explained. The towel rose from her shoulders and began to fold itself midair. “Well, a magic thing, really. We can’t just pull it from thin air.”
It gathered to halves, then quarters. And for the first time—because it was the first time Rarity could remember Twilight in a shirt without long sleeves—Rarity could see that the markings on her skin pulsed faintly with the very same magical glow.
Then the magic faded and the now-folded towel dropped gently into Twilight’s waiting hand. She held it out to Rarity, then hesitated. “This was kind of a pointless gesture.” Her brow creased. “It still needs to be washed. I didn’t really save you any work.”
Rarity snorted. She took the towel. “Darling, if I were human, I’d fold as many unwashed towels as my heart desired.”
“Oh.” A pause. “Why would being human have anything to do with that?”
“I can already fold towels by hand, Twilight,” she said, and resisted the urge to refold the one she’d just taken to emphasize her point. “I meant with magic. Just like you humans can.” A sigh escaped her lips before she could catch it, so she kept going: “You can’t fault a woman for being a bit envious of your kind’s natural inclination.”
Twilight’s brow somehow creased further at that. “It’s hardly natural.”
“Hm?”
“I— You know most humans can’t use magic like I can, right?”
That was news to Rarity. “...I didn’t,” she admitted, and sent a silent curse to her past self for making such an assumption. “Though to be fair, you’re the first and only human I’ve ever befriended. And as you probably know, when it comes to humans, us monsters aren’t exactly...” A memory of Twilight’s first day in Ponyville sprang to mind—more specifically, a memory of how Twilight’s normally-neutral expression had cracked to irritation when she’d skimmed some of the literature her new home held. “...accurate,” she finished lamely.
“Oh, I know,” Twilight agreed. Thankfully she seemed to relax a bit, and the furrow between her eyes faded back to a crease. “But, yes. Most humans go their whole lives without ever using magic.”
“Because they don’t get the opportunity to learn it?”
“Well, that, too, but...” Her voice trailed off, and for a moment Rarity thought her eyes looked much farther away than they should have. “Even if a human wanted to learn magic,” she said quietly, “they’d always have a threshold. It just varies from person to person.”
Rarity frowned, and tried to ignore the oddly nervous feeling twisting in her gut. “Yours must be quite high, then.”
“...It is.”
“After all, you beheaded that manticore with hardly the flick of your wrist! I’d say Applejack works harder chopping firewood than you do slaying those dreadful beasts.”
“If it looks easy,” Twilight said carefully; coldly, almost, “then I should probably consider a career in acting.” Suddenly the air in the laundry room turned electric; charged. “Because I promise you it’s not.”
Silence.
It held for a while, if not a bit longer than that. Then—
“I’m sorry,” Twilight mumbled. She exhaled sharply and ran one hand roughly down her face. “I—”
“No, I should be the one apologizing,” Rarity interrupted. She brushed the towel off her lap and got to her feet, taking just enough steps to put Twilight within arm’s reach but not any closer than that. “You must think me disrespectful for assuming that being good at something makes it easy.”
“You were just curious,” Twilight replied, her voice still quiet. “And... I know I don’t exactly wear my heart on my sleeve.” There it was again—that foggy, distant look that on anyone else Rarity would have called sad.
“You don’t,” she admitted, then took one step closer and tugged Twilight down for a hug. “But that’s not an excuse for me to trample on it. I’m terribly sorry.”
Twilight’s hands fumbled against her back, then gently squeezed. “Me too.”
Rarity held their hug a second longer than she should have before finally pulling away. “Do you have an idea of the time?” she asked, careful to move the subject away from magic, but not too far. “Don’t let me keep you. I’m sure Spike will worry if you’re not home by dawn.”
“Oh. Right.” Her gaze drifted around Rarity to land on the washbasin. “You don’t want me to stay until you finish?”
“I’m a vampire, Twilight, not a sadist. I won’t have you waiting hours for me to do laundry.”
“But—”
“I'll take it by the library when it’s done. Tonight at the earliest, I’d think—perhaps we could do dinner if I’m up in time. Does that work for you?”
“...That sounds nice,” Twilight managed, whatever protests she’d come up with never making it to Rarity’s ears. “Alright. How much do I owe you, then?”
“Pardon?”
“For the cleaning. I’ll need to send Spike to the banker today if you’re coming tonight.”
Rarity couldn’t stop a surprised laugh from leaving her lips. Emotions were such funny things; hard for her to handle and even harder for her to keep at hand. “I shan’t accept a single bit for it,” she said to the tail end of her laugh. “Just consider it a gift from me to you.”
As always, Twilight Sparkle remained calm and collected even while confused. “But why should you give me a gift?” she asked slowly, as if she’d somehow forgotten the very element Rarity now was blessed to bear.
Because you did all the work on the mission today, she could have said.
Because you let me save such a lovely outfit from a fire pit, she could have said.
Because you folded your towel, she never could have said, but nearly considered.
“Because you’re my friend,” Rarity said instead of anything else. She smiled with her mouth—not just her eyes—and put one hand on Twilight’s shoulder to guide her to the door. “I don’t think I need more of a reason than that.”
It was only later, when she turned it inside out to assess its sorry state, that Rarity noticed scorch marks in those same tattooed patterns seared into the lining of Twilight’s shirt.
vam·pire
[bloodborne]
1. a fanged nocturnal monster sustained through the consumption of mortal blood
2. not Twilight Sparkle
[turned]
1. a human cursed to vampirism by the bite of a mature bloodborne
2. also not Twilight Sparkle
What do you mean by that?
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this was supposed to come out in july
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Some intriguing worldbuilding so far. I'm wondering what sorts of monsters the rest of the Mane Six are. I just got the mental image of Pinkie as a Dullahan juggling around her own head as her main party trick.
Wow I'm just on chapter one but so far this is a great interplay between AU worldbuilding and RariTwi.
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ooh, i didn't realize there was a specific name for this sort of creature! that's a really cool idea for pinkie, it suits her well ^^
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in typical lili fashion i have created an entire au just to share 1% of it in a fic, so im glad you're enjoying what little i put in!
Now I wanna now what kind of monsters the others are going to be. Are you going to have the others pop up in this or only be mentioned?
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some of them will pop up! i didnt want to tag since theyre very minor appearances ^^
Amazing
i'm such a sucker for opening lines like this. hell yea
SICK fucking metaphor. both gets across the childish playfulness of the rumor mill and rarity's perceived maturity of herself in comparison and also is just strong imagery
this is a really fun bit of worldbuilding to make humans more than just 'not monsters'!
love this line as establishment of the Flavor of this twilight... doesn't understand the appeal of being polite but does it anyway out of habit/training. the honesty of this twilightype (which manifests as often in insult as in compliment) is a great pairing with rarity to cut through her etiquette and social dancing. like peanut butter and chocolate
more a side note than anything but i love that this is an ongoing motif in your work - people desiring something (whether they suppress that desire or not), finally getting it, and then having to deal with having it
i love this little hint of the gap between them, how she earlier didn't even think to question her assumption of twilight taking a bath and now she knows she's taking only a shower to wash the blood off she's put off both by the difference in cleanliness and desire. rarity hears of humans all her life and this girl is nothing like she expected
the mono influence 🙏🙏🙏
i was shocked at the end to find the prompt was "write a character you can't get into the head of"!! your rarity is super good. i like that you focus on her workaholicism, that's a fav rarity point for me too! i also like the bits of her anthropomorphizing plumbing, projecting her own fussiness with work. especially the bit of her feeling and discarding reasons for her act of generosity feels so rarity.
also idk if you're up for Guesses but if you are i'm calling lich-type (any kind of dead human whose soul is bound to an object (philactery?) which animates their corpse.) (hey i had forgotten the bio mentioned liches. it'd be really funny of celestia to put her dead sister's soul in her student's body imo. anyway) ex-human hence magic and stuff, and being 'created' (what's the term for liches??) by celestia (presumably) means she's far more artful than any rarity would've known, so all the usual tells are absent. also assuming the opening line is omniscient pov rather than some inside joke of rarity's, and dying calm would make sense if you know you're gonna get resurrected. plus undead is a good 'both human and monster' line-straddling. [already going off on mental tangent about liches] hey if she isnt a lich i'll write a lich twilight story. okay maybe she is just human but she did specifically kinda skirt around calling herself that when rarity brought it up!! what's goin on sparkle
great stuff eve!! really intriguing. i think with this kind of concept it's tempting to start from the start, but i like that they already have history - it adds to the mystery, and it's fun to uncover just how some things went different. looking forward to the rest. also appreciate the seasonality, as loath as i am to be reminded that october is somehow nearly over
Oh, that is such a wonderful line.
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waaah holy moly, what an incredible comment!! tysm for taking the time to write all this out, ive got just the biggest smile on my face sitting here reading your thoughts kkfkffkflkd especially since youve noticed a lot of the lines im super proud of!
actually, there wasnt a prompt in particular, mono was just starving for content haha. but i am terrible at coming up with fic ideas, and… well, to be honest, rarity is a character i really struggle to write. also romance lmao. but, when i finally managed to come up with the ghost of an idea, it wouldnt work if i told from twi’s pov, so i had no choice sobs,,,,, kind of why this took so long to finish, it’s been rotting in my gdocs since july :clown emoji:
as for your very interesting spoilered-out section, youve got a bunch of cool thoughts on liches, and connected a lot of dots! not gonna say if the dots are connected correctly, mind you, but it’s an interesting picture regardless ^^ i will say (and not to confirm or deny your theories), that one of my writing pet peeves is twists that come from nowhere. i dont like blindsiding readers, and i find that “figuring things out” before the charas can give a lot of anticipation instead of confusion. it will always be possible to figure things out before the final chapter in my fics, though perhaps with just a few pieces still missing. so yeah! i’ll quite look forward to your lich-fic if it comes to that :3
thanks so much again for reading, and i hope u look forward to the rest of the story!
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im glad you noticed it! it’s one of my favs in the entire fic :D
I love that I can read this fic and instinctively see Rarity and Twilight in the style of your art.
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ahh that’s really cool! how i draw them in general is how i picture them, so i guess some of that must come through with words as well ^^
This is sooooo good. I love the vampire rarity vibes and a the not quite human twilight. It reminds me alot of the fim story Final Corruption with similar premise. Cant wait to see all the cool creatures this town is home too. I just love monster worlds such diversity can only be a blessing once you inevitably get past any bigotry and or fearmongering @sprout
I will be with you twi as you are an enigma that cannot be left uninvestigated
Also what happened to the nightmare/litch was it pushed or purified
Also i really like that humans have magic to even the field to the physically superior monsters alot of animes just have monsters with both like what the heck why has the border stood so long then amongst hate
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Keyword monstergirls go read thier books
Then all the anime monster mosume has a dullahan eventually join the squad
Theres alwase the monster brothlel review club for the horn dogs
Dont forget about the monster doctor
Oh and that sweet one about the last human being sheltered and conceled by a golem thats apporching his experiation date in a super monsterfied world
Gosh humans are just so boring in comparison and we cant even get along with each other the outlooks for a monsterfied world irl are slim but i have hope japan may be our only hope for some irl nekogirls <3
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hey, thanks for the comment ^^ not to disappoint, but i wont be going into too much details about monsters, or the world of au—i prefer to just give readers pieces and let them figure the rest out for themselves. sorry if that’s not what youre hoping to get out of this story!
My song was already in the grave, already cold, -
The blood felt - it looks out from under the ground -
And like a ghost, it rises hungry for blood:
And it demands blood, demands blood, demands blood.
-beginning of Konrad's song a part of Mała Improwizacja from A. Mickiewicz's Poem Dziady cz.3 poorly translated to english.
Polish high-school-but-we-call-it-middle-school is a absolute state of mind an the reason I'm writing this over 12h after I read this chapter.
Example of what you can learn here : An actual exorcism.
Ok to the actual comment.
I mean what else did she expect. Falling for a vampire. (Assumption made based no the tags and that line rares said about sheets).
At least It wasn't like Midnight in Twilight Theory... Just fell down a flight of stairs and died.
The Lich mentioned in the description is is well Nightmare obviously... right?
Hm... this is a monster and magic world... Zecora is a Baba Yaga!
Yet ot figure out what the story title means... if anything at all.
The chapter Title Xenia. Means a short story (usualy two verses) attached to a gift given by a guest to thier host (home owner) Usualy lighthearted. (Yey re-writing stuff from wikipedia while translating it)
So thoes "tattoos" work as some sort of a heatsink-radiator dumping waste energy in form of heat from casters body to thier surroundings in order to prevent it cooking thier insides? {Asking this becouse it is how it more-or-less works in my thing except instead of small works of art they have a adjustable semi-translucent membrane around backs of thier head ["high power modes" make thier hair fall out (It grows back tho)]}
That was more of a tangent than a comment but it's late I have a english exam tomorrow and need sleep so I can't be bothered to write anyhting more coherent right now.
Have a nice day.
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oh, that’s a lovely poem! thank you for sharing it ^^
and wow, a lot of theories already; i cant confirm or deny any of them yet, though i will clarify that the bedsheets line was more about rarity not wanting to bury bloody sheets with the bodies of the people she kills—she finds it a waste of perfectly good sheets, and would prefer to clean them instead :P
as for the chapter titles / fic title, it may become more clear as time goes on! and, the way magic works for twi might also become clear soon too, so i hope you look forward to it.
thanks for reading!
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The Potem is ~95 pages long. This is just one verse.
People say that it's one of the best things to come out of Polish romantism.
Intresting, can anyone scare the vampire to death?
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perhaps only metaphorically
I am in love with this sassy wit! I can't wait to read more! I am so fascinated with this.
I am Very Late to this fic, but I'm enjoying it a lot so far! Your Rarity voice is excellent--distinctly hers even as a vampire in this different setting. Very good world building scattered in the character work. Excited to read the rest.
Did some little writeups as I was reading so I'll post them here lol I have most of them done but I'll post little by little so I don't spam your notifications lol
A+ intro
Also A+ which I apologize if the rest of this comment is me going A+ at my favorite sentences
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Also, on a side note, I didn't quote it but earlier you described something with blood as "a wet squelch" and i'm still thinking about it because it was very evocative in a gross way (which i say in a good way). Also, I recall you saying you struggled writing Rarity, and I was thinking the entire time how well she's written! Especially the narration surrounding her is very good.
Spent the last ten minutes trying to google the "I know what you are" scene from the Twilight Saga but I can only find transcriptions from the movie which ruins everything. Anyway, I wanted to guess what Twilight is, but I can't think of any thing she fits except maybe a high-functioning zombie??? I'm going with that.
NECROMANCY ZOMBIE
As I begrudgingly tuck away my necromancy zombie theory, I wanted to say I really love this. It's always neat in human AUs when magic is reflected in cool ways, and the tattoos kinda remind me of veins. Magic veins?
Wait, is Rarity going to suck her blood and beCOME MAGICA--
/immediately brings back necromancy zombie theory/
/PUNCHES WALL/ I LOVE ANGST
FIRE NECROMANCY MAGIC ZOMBIE
the writing here was v nice, and I'm still surprised you think you're unsure at writing Rarity because she was great here. I really felt her character in every sentence, and it was really nice to read. I'm excited to find out why Rarity has to go monster hunting every week or so, and especially what Twilight is. Which I assume she is because it's heavily hinted. Unless that is a misdirection??? Hm.
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:3c :3c :3c