#PLEASE I'D DO ANYTHING FOR THIS TO HAPPEN

[inkskinned]

it took me 964 applications. i've been counting, but not well. i don't always add every quick-apply to the spreadsheet. this one was five rounds of interviews. saying my elevator pitch like a parrot, peppy and happy. for a long time, i didn't hear anything from them. i thought it was the same as always - they say where did we find you, seem excited, then ghost me. i had sent three follow-up emails hi, just checking in! excited for this opportunity!

i have a master's degree and over 10 years of work in the industry. i've worked 5 jobs at once. i have worked hard and i tried hard my entire life, no matter how burnt out i got or whatever else happened to me. i am the representation of the american dream.

but i'm not a good fit for an entry-level job, i guess, so i get told a lot we just don't think you're be happy. but they fill other positions internally, instead saying - well, there was another candidate who had 6 more days of experience. if i'm lucky, i get this sad little email back from the recruiter, all saying the same thing: we liked you, but we went with another option, good luck job hunting. that is - if i'm lucky, and they even communicate at all with me.

what a waste of fucking time. i've been counting interviews - i am a fucking master total of 42 fucking hours. can you fucking believe. i would have made rent if they'd fucking paid me.

and now nobody does remote, even though this is a job that for the last five years has been remote-completely. now they are paying 14 an hour for a job that used to be 33.50. now they are saying we are looking for rockstars and mean we don't give you health insurance. "we need someone motivated and a little crazy" translates to you will have one day of PTO annually. every job board filled with the same AI-generated bullshit of "our values/join our family/Make Waves With Us". they need to be constantly growing. who knows if they're genuinely hiring.

sometimes i want to write did you know i saved a life once into the cover letter. sometimes i want to put a little secret in there, a little short story about how when i was a kid i used to dream of speaking to my plants. i have the same six conversations with people and answer the same eight questions. sometimes at the end they'll throw something in there that's completely irrelevant. what is my go-to belting song (and yes, they say, there is a wrong answer). what animal would i turn into. what's the most reactive element i've had direct contact with. do i know how to lift an elephant.

964 feels like a nice number, somehow round and pleasing. sometimes i have nightmares where the spreadsheet grows arms and strangles me to death. i saw an old friend in one of these recently; he said the earth will end and you'll still be applying until you run out of breath. 964 is a lot of time to spend filling out an application on a site that doesn't load properly and just steals my information.

one time in desperation i applied for a supermarket position. just anything to make the ends meet, good lord, i'd take anything. i was rejected from it. i'm not, like, proud. i'd take anything so i can afford to live again. and meanwhile, god! our fucking president!

i can't think about it without shaking. i had to beg for help. i paid my own way through college - i have been working (under the table) since i was 12.

nine hundred and sixty-four. and finally! something! and here's the fucking thing: i had to turn it down because it's in your city. how pathetic to think that 2 months ago, i would have agreed to move out to DC, my hands in your hair. my life splashed on your sheets. how pathetic that 2 months ago, you said you wanted me. 964 fucking jobs later, and how pathetic! i can't say yes because my life is entirely different. holy shit.

it's just hell. because god fucking protect you if you have a breakup or a mental breakdown or health issues or need your meds. you can try for a year and still hear fucking nothing from the job market. i have no idea how many times i've said i give up and i still fucking kept doing it. every moment like sandpaper against a raw wound. lowering and lowering my expectations. watching my savings dwindle to nothing. thank you for submitting your application!

back into the frying pan. over and over again.

[dailyralsei]

Why is ralsei your favorite deltarune character?

okay so when i started this account 3 years ago ralsei was not my absolute favorite character, he was just really neat to me. i didn't think he was evil, but it was hard to deeply connect with him because we didn't have a lot of characterization for him outside of "sweet and nice little guy that is just figuring out how to make friends and doesn't really know who he is yet, cheerful and naive. self worth issues only slightly peeking through". he was just nice and a cute character to draw! my favorite character before this account was actually spamton and i only started this account because when i redrew a really old ralsei fanart it got a lot of attention. imagine. alternate universe daily spamton. also tangent burgerpants was my favorite ut character so ALTERNATE alternate universe daily burger pants....

and then came chapters 3 and 4.. and it's as if toby fox looked me dead in the eyes and said "you dedicated so much time and love into drawing this character. now this character is dedicated to you" and he is. LITERALLY me. and that's not a good thing ralsei needs a self love arc please 😭😭😭😭😭 but yeah i relate to him so hard it's scary...

(yap session about ralsei as a character under the cut, deltarune ch3-4 spoilers)

- trans coded (ralsei is just so gender it's unclear which gender. the gender is so gender it's agender. gender stack overflow)

- self worth issues. i have one job! and that's all i am good for. if i can't be useful, then i'll either get cast aside again or hurt the people i care about. and i'd rather put them first. i don't need breaks except to sleep or eat! (ralsei probably didn't eat anything unless told to before chapter 4) maybe play a few games with my friends if i have time but that's like only for a few hours every week. the week before deltarune dropped i worked twice as much as i needed to so i could dedicate a week to playing the game without worrying about money

- perfectionist! things have to be in order and good or else everything will go wrong, everything has to go according to the plan i have, or else the big bad thing i'm trying to prevent will happen and it'll be my fault

- insecurities! if someone else is as good as i am at the thing i am the best for, then i will get replaced. i won't be important anymore. i'll be thrown away again and i think this even though none of my current friends or peers treat me this way because i'm scared of it happening again

- pretending things are fine and hiding my problems to not worry my friends, because i just don't know how else to deal with my problems! and then one more bad thing happens and everything comes crashing down and i explode

- not feeling like i deserve to give myself the good things i do for people i like because i'm used to not having anything or simply just not feeling like i deserve good things because i'm content with what i have (often the bare minimum) and then susie knocking some sense into me

- being dependent on the opinions and commands of others, but slowly learning to form my own opinions

- people pleaser. how do you think i kept up this account for so long without any new chapters

- will learn skills and hobbies for the happiness and wellbeing of others but never doing those hobbies for yourself (95% of my art is commission work that i use to pay for my partner's living expenses and helping my mom with bills, 4.9% is ralsei, 0.1% is personal art that isn't ralsei, but my ralsei art has become more personal due to the new lore. this account used to feel like an obligation a few months before the new chapters ngl so i am so glad the new chapters fed me good)

- having really good friends that teach me how to be a good friend and to love myself better. my partner is my susie (ralsusie is queerplatonic in my heart but it's insane how much like susie my romantic partner is, i mean me and my partner would be best friends for life if we weren't romantically involved)

[channieskies]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖁𝕴𝕴: 𝕬𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖞

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader, Jeong(Jung) Jaehyun x Reader (Fem/AFAB/Curvy/Plus sized)

Genre: Smut (eventual), Angst, Supernatural Romance, Urban Fantasy

AU: Supernatural AU, Vampire Au, Werewolf AU, Witch AU

Word count: 8900+ [Reading time: 40+ minutes ]

Networks: @neverendingdreams-net & @mirohs-aurora-society

Synopsis: Christopher reflects on his past mistakes. Dr. Jay attends an annual Doctors ball with a plus one.

He remembers the day like it was yesterday, the day he realized it was more than just a platonic love he felt for you. Because even if friends did love one another, the feelings he felt pushed way past the boundaries of a regular friendship into something more akin to wanting, longing, a profound sense of attraction that you just didn't have for a friend. He could still feel the breeze in his hair and hear the seagulls in the distance, their chirps mingling with the sounds of the water gently brushing against the shore. The sun was beating down on his skin, but he didn’t have a care in the world. He was there with you. And yes, there were other friends and beach goers around, all he could see that day was you. 

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A.N: Please reblog and leave a comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks to @3505a and @therhythmafterthesummer Dividers by @saradika-graphics. This chapter has not been proof or beta read, so please forgive any major error.

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids or NCT. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.

Warnings: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost here or on other sites. This chapter contains use of explicit language, mentions of domestic violence, mention of a miscarriage, & domestic violence.

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There were so many thoughts swirling in his head. Christopher hadn't been away from you for a full three days and yet, it felt like he was dying. Even in your previous absence, he was never too far away. 

In the past….

He was always coming to visit your town under the cover of night. Even when he came to visit during the day, he kept as much distance as possible, knowing you had cut ties with him because of that loathsome man you called your boyfriend. As much as he hated that man and the choices you made because of him, he knew that forcing his way back into your life would only push you closer to your boyfriend and even farther from his own grasp. 

He honestly waited patiently for you to end things with that creep. Taking a back seat, while heartbreakingly hearing and watching you learn your lessons the hard way. It took every ounce of his willpower to stay hidden the first night he put his hands on you. That- and all the strength of his pack to keep him from kicking down the door of your apartment and killing your ex in cold blood. He’d do it for you. He’d do anything for you. Chris had a strong belief system, treating people with kindness and you could usually expect the same thing back. But your ex didn’t know what kindness was. No, he was anything but kind. 

The red flags had been there from the start, but the love goggles you had one gave you the impression that the flags weren’t red at all. When he told you that he saw a girl coming out of your apartment, you gave your boyfriend the benefit of the doubt and believed him when he told you that the girl was his cousin. Chris couldn’t be completely sure, but he was sure normal people don’t grab and smack their cousin’s ass. Or the time there was the rumor going around that he had gotten a side-piece pregnant, there was irrefutable proof. But when he didn’t claim the baby, you went with it. You couldn’t convince Chris that the alleged child didn’t belong to your boyfriend. But the worst of it happened when he put his hands on you.

Now, he’d be the first to tell you that he was wrong for low-key stalking you. But how else was he going to know if you were okay or not? It was like you’d disappeared off the face of the earth. If it wasn’t for him knowing your scent, he probably would have lost you forever, or until the guy eventually left. He was sitting in the parking lot of your complex, he had heard from a friend in town that your boyfriend had been getting deeper into drugs. Almost everyone he knew had done a little weed, maybe a few things stronger, but your guy was getting even deeper than that. His friend told him that a girl he knew, a lady of the night, introduced your boyfriend to some new drugs. He had met with her earlier that night and came stumbling in way past midnight. Chris tuned out the noise of the surrounding street and all of your neighbors in the complex. He could find you in a crowded room, just based on your breathing, or the way your heartbeat. You had made dinner, cleaned a little, it was your anniversary after all.

But as time ticked by, minutes late turned into hours late. He could hear the sadness in your voice as you begrudgingly put away the lovely steak you’d made with all the fixings. The sheer melancholy when you settled on the couch and subsequently fell asleep due to waiting too long. Something told Chris to stay, even if he wanted to leave. His heart ached because it was evident yours did too. Shared sadness. He reached to turn his truck on when he saw your boyfriend pull up. He should have known there would be issues just by how he pulled into his parking spot. He slammed the door and trudged up the stairs as if the world was weighing on his shoulders. He wanted to fight, mumbling as much when he got in front of the apartment door. He opened it harshly and slammed it even harder. The sound caused the wall to shake and jolted you from your stress and sadness induced nap. 

“Why are you fucking sleeping? Shouldn't you be making yourself useful or some shit?” He slurred his words.

“I got tired of waiting for you.” Your voice was sleep riddled.

“Tired? From doing what? Being a whore all damn day?” Chris hadn’t realized he’d even moved until he was seconds away from knocking on your door. The only thing that stopped him was the thought of putting you in deeper trouble with the man you shared a home with. Chris knew very well how your boyfriend felt about him. How he didn’t trust you to be alone with him for any amount of time. How he swore up and down that the two of you had shared more intimate moments than you admitted to. He hated the ground Chris walked on. Which was something the poor guy didn't understand, he'd been nothing but nice to the guy. Despite him being in the place he wishes he could be in. In an intimate relationship with the woman of his dreams.

Chris didn’t care about your past, or who you were friends with, he just wanted to be with you, in love. He could hear you struggling to get up, just for your boyfriend to forcefully sit you back down. “You fucking slut. Was he here? Is that why you were too tired to greet me? Too busy fucking that bitch ass best friend of yours?” The man was seething with misplaced anger. He was projecting his transgressions towards you as if you committed them.

“Wha- what? I haven't seen Chris since you told me how you felt. Why are you even bringing him up?” Your voice was shaking and Chris wanted to do nothing more than kick down the barrier between you and hug you tight. “Why is it that you come home well after midnight, missing our anniversary, just to blame me for it? Huh? Tell me that-” the words barely made their way out of your mouth before his hand met with your face, slapping the rest of your sentence out of your mouth.

“Don't you fucking dare blame your failure to keep me happy on me.” Anger boiled in Chris. His wolf cried out for him to ruin the man that hurt you, to save you from the shity situation you found yourself in. But if he did that, everything that your boyfriend said about you would be true. There would be no need for facts or evidence. It would be clear that everything he blamed you for doing, you might as well had done

Chris sighed, trying to internally bargain with his wolf. “Our mate is hurting.. must save her.” He ran his fingers through his curls, tugging at the roots.“We can't.” His chest rumbled. “Coward! Bad alpha! Bad mate!!” He had to physically tear himself away from the scene, grappling with the wolf inside him that wanted to kick down the door and force you to come with him. He had to fight his inner wolf to stop himself from shifting. 

The guilt and shame he felt for leaving was all consuming. But his human side had to rationalize this. If he stayed, he would have done something that could possibly turn you against him forever. Because he was sure if he got his hands on your boyfriend, he’d rip him to shreds with his bare hands, and that was without shifting.  It felt like the longest mile as he walked back to his truck, his pack waiting for him when he got back.

“Somehow we knew you'd be here.” Minho spoke, hands stuffed into his pocket. 

“Hyung..” Felix spoke, seeing the dark yet sad look on Chris's face. He reached out for his leader only for Changbin to pull him back.

“Le-lets go home.” Chris spoke. His voice was so broken it was unrecognizable. None of them bothered to protest their orders, but Changbin did take the keys from the leader, volunteering to drive them back. Chris didn’t speak a word the whole hour back home, mind racing with his own thoughts as well as the wolf withins, berating him for being a cowardly mate. 

There was melancholy in his heart as he thought about how he could have saved you from your past. How he could have been the one to pull you into his arms and tell you that everything was going to be okay, that he’d be there for you no matter what, because he loved you. Unconditionally.

The old days is all he could seem to think about in your absence. The missed opportunities, the unsaid words. He could have prevented all of this if he would have just said what he felt when he first recognized his feelings. Because truth be told, he held back his feelings for the longest time. Unsure if a human could really be his mate. He’d been told that humans were beneath their kind and that they should never comingle. He’d seen old pack members back home who’d done things far worse than falling for a human given the right to stay in the pack. But anyone who fell for a human was ousted immediately. Excommunicated from their family, their friends, and everything they’d ever known.

He remembers the day like it was yesterday, the day he realized it was more than just a platonic love he felt for you. Because even if friends did love one another, the feelings he felt pushed way past the boundaries of a regular friendship into something more akin to wanting, longing, a profound sense of attraction that you just didn't have for a friend. 

He could still feel the breeze in his hair and hear the seagulls in the distance, their chirps mingling with the sounds of the water gently brushing against the shore. The sun was beating down on his skin, but he didn’t have a care in the world. He was there with you. And yes, there were other friends and beach goers around, all he could see that day was you. 

Spring break was always an exciting time and while his roommate had gone home to Seattle, the trip back to Australia would have been too taxing on Chris for more than one reason. His parents for one, knew why he’d come here. They knew his mate called to him and that's the reason he opted for college in the states. But what they didn’t know was that the one soul that called out to his own was a human. He feared having to tell them that little tid-bit, afraid that their alpha would tell them to turn their back on him, their first born son. Plus, who was the authority on what a real soulmate was, anyways?

Who said that you couldn’t have a platonic soulmate? One that made you feel whole with their presence. One that knew almost everything there was to know about you? Well- maybe except the ailment that afflicted your blood of course. One that looked so beautiful with the sun beaming down on her as she frolicked around in the sand with her friends. The same friend that wouldn’t take no for an answer when he told her that he didn’t plan on leaving the dorms for spring break. The same friend he had to share a bed with tonight because his decision to come was so last minute they couldn’t find him a hotel room in the same hotel. Chris sat up at that. He had been lounging on the blanket, the one that smelled so much like you, so much like home.

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He wasn’t imagining just sleeping next to you like a normal friend. No, he was imagining sleeping with you. He should have said no when you offered the other half of your bed to him. But in the moment he truly thought nothing of it. It wasn’t like you hadn’t slept in the same bed before. You’d fallen asleep in his dorm room plenty of times. Curled up right in his side, where you fit perfectly. Times like that, he’d watch you sleep, lovingly moving your hair from your face, and making sure that you were comfortable above all else, even if it meant sacrificing feeling in his arm.

But now, his mind was much worse than being in just the gutter. All he could imagine was ripping that cute little blue bikini right off of you and making love to you in the middle of that single bed. Tasting every inch of your skin. Did you taste as good as you smelled? Fuck. He needed to know. Would your sweet taste melt on his tongue like candy? He wanted to know if you would make those delicious sounds for him that you made when you tasted your favorite foods. Would you be able to pull those delectable sounds from your throat? Because he needed that. He longed for it. She would melt for us. You know she would. Then to think of what you felt like? Having you wrapped around him in any capacity would drive him absolutely mad. Breed her. Breed her. Breed her. “No… I couldn’t….” Her body is begging to be bred. Look at those round hips… the curve of her ass… those full tits… smell her sweet scent….

He sighed loudly, running his fingers through his hair. His wolf was making its slow descent into madness, clawing to drag its human down with it. What was coming over him? He loved you. That was an irrefutable fact. But it had always been platonic, right? Until now. He cursed under his breath. When did his feelings change? They were always like this. You are just figuring this out. Mate. Mate. Mate. Breed. Breed. Breed. “Shut up.” He spoke to his inner wolf only to get a giggle in return.

“You could at least let me get the sentence out first. Damn.” You plopped down next to him, invading his personal space. “Did a crab crawl up your ass? What made you so grumpy, Christopher?” You teased, pulling him down with you as you laid back on the blanket. You tossed a leg over his center and draped an arm over his chest, laying your head on his shoulder, completely missing the semi he was sporting in his swim trunks. He stifled a moan as you absentmindedly rubbed your leg against him. You were driving him insane and you didn’t even realize it. Your heartbeat was steady in his ears, meaning you were at ease with him. While his heart was doing triplets in his chest. “I can’t believe the medal winning swimmer is just.. Sitting.. At the beach. This is what a ten hour drive gets us? A grumpy aussie?”

He had been subjected to watching you flirt and talk with Eric for almost ten hours, what did you want from him? It wasn't even jealousy, it was just pure annoyance on his part. That guy just rubbed him the wrong way. He seemed like a creep, even if everyone seemed to only say nice things about him. He’d been in locker room settings with this guy and he always seemed to say something borderline misogynistic or low-key racist and a tad bit homophobic, but would frame it as a joke and throw in a chuckle with a “Just kidding,” afterwards, like people would really think he was joking. Chris had done a brilliant job of separating himself from that type of energy, just to end up lumped in with Eric and his friends on this trip, just because he wanted to be there for you.

But if only you knew the real reason why he was being so standoffish. How would you react? What if the feeling was mutual and you loved him in more ways that you could count? But what if you didn’t see him as anything other than your best friend? What would happen to your friendship then? He unknowingly chewed on his lip, thoughts in turmoil. “Okay, seriously Christopher, what's with you?” You sat up slightly, the hand that was on his chest was now grabbing his chin to force him to look into your eyes, even if he fought strongly against it. 

“Is this about that girl?” He watched you as you searched his eyes. “You should have invited her! She told you she was going to spend her holiday on campus, that was your cue to say, "Do you want to come with me and my friends?” You pouted and his already erratically beating heart started beating faster. “I would have been the best wingman. I could have easily told her how great you are and how much my mom loves you. I’ll never tell her it might be more than she loves me, but I’d tell her something.” You let his face go and sighed, moving your body away from his to lay flat on your back.

“You deserve to be loved, Chris. You have such a big heart and you are the warmest person I know. Both metaphorically and literally. Like seriously, why are you so hot?” When you moved away from him, he felt like this void had opened in his chest, leaving him cold and empty. This is what love felt like? Like you needed the person to be around you because if by chance they weren’t you might die? Well this was shit. “I mean, you wouldn't have been able to stay with me. But I would have totally given up my room and slept with Ayesha or…” His heart stopped as yours started speeding up, he could only pray it meant you were nervous about something and not developing feelings for someone else especially not fucking, “Eric.” He could have sunk into the sand and buried himself alive at your admission.

“E-eric?” He could feel the heat radiating off your skin even at the mere mention of his name. 

“Mm.” You nodded, turning on your stomach to get a better look at him. “He’s the real reason I came on this trip. I was hoping I could get him alone so that we could.. You know.. Talk.” His heart broke with every word you uttered.

He sat there and listened as you went on and on about how much you liked Eric. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t mention his changing feelings, or how he didn’t think Eric was right for you. He was right about it too, Eric was the guy who got you pregnant and left you to deal with it. He hated himself for a while after you’d lost the baby. Because if he would have spoken up, maybe things could have been different. Maybe he could have protected you from the insurmountable amount of hurt you endured after that. Maybe he would have been the reason you didn’t date Tony. He wouldn’t have tried to ruin you the way he did. He wouldn’t have caused damage to your mental and physical being. Maybe-

“Mr. Chris?” Chris was pulled from his thoughts on the past as one of his summer mentees touched his shoulder. “Are you okay?” Chris let out an awkward laugh, looking away before meeting the kids' eyes. 

“Yeah, just thinking about someone.” He shook his head, “I’m here now. What do you need?” He needed to stop getting distracted by you when you weren’t even there. He had a problem and it seemed to be the same one he had all those years ago, he was in a one sided love with his best friend.

Jaehyun didn’t frequent the parties that the upper echelon put on, mostly because people were too pretentious for their own good. He hated having to put on airs to navigate in these circles. But with you on his arm, he felt he could be comfortable in his own little world, only socializing when he felt the need too. He'd asked you to this little shindig a few days ago after you told him he should attend and make some friends. Plus, it would drum up donations for the hospital, specifically his beloved children's ward. But why did you feel he needed to make friends? He had you. He also had Yuta and a few other long lived vampire friends. There was no need to make friends who thought of fundraising and charity as just a tax break and not a way to make fundamental change.

He didn’t want to have to talk to people who hid behind masks, and he wasn’t talking about the ones for masquerades either. Jaehyun used to hide behind a mask before he met you. But with you being your true self around him, he was free to be his true self, unapologetically so, in front of you. But for tonight, he had to don the mask he thought he had shelved for good, once again. Jaehyun wasn’t much of a talker, unless he was truly comfortable. For some reason, it didn’t take much for him to get comfortable around you. And though he could easily blame it on the fact that you looked strikingly similar to the woman he once loved, his growing infatuation had nothing to do with your face and everything to do with the person that you are. He was thankful that your mother was so adamant on the two of you meeting. Because he was more than glad he’d got the chance to get to know you.

He was casually leaning against the DBS 770 he had procured for the night. His crisp black prada suit was tailored to his body, his hair was slicked back, he’d even spritzed his favorite cologne on. He felt good and looked even better. For some reason he was nervous. This was the first time he’d be taking you out with him to somewhere to mingle among the people in his industry. He knew there would be assumptions as to who you were to him, and that part he didn’t care about. They could assume what they wanted about your relationship. He was more concerned about his feelings that had shifted over the last few weeks with getting to know you. It had been nearly a century, maybe two, since he’d felt anything for anyone, especially a human. He knew that with the passage of time, he stood to lose the person he cared for most. That was the worst part of this curse he carried.

A throat cleared, pulling him from his thoughts. He looked up, eyes traveling up from your feet with the strappy heels they were adorned in, to the flowy red fabric and split that extended to the very top of your thigh. His breath hitched when he saw where it stopped. His eyes scanned over the fitted corseted bodice, embroidered with crystals. He’d treated you to a custom dress at this well known boutique in town. But you’d insisted on him not seeing you in it until it was completely finished. It was worth the wait. His eyes finally shifted from the tops of your ample bosom up your neck to rest on your face. Your hair was pinned up, giving him an unobstructed view of your face. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Wow…”

“You are going to attract flies if you don’t close your mouth, Jaehyun.” Your voice wavered, as if you were just as nervous as he was. “Do I look okay? You’re kind of… staring.” He couldn’t help himself. Blush tinting his cheeks, thanks to him feeding just under an hour ago. He rubbed his hand over the back of his neck, a soft chuckled leaving his lips. He needed to get himself together, the two of you had places to be, even if his immediate thought was to take you back home with him, so that he was the only one who got to see you like this. It was shellfish, he knew that, but not everyone should be privileged enough to witness such beauty. 

“You look absolutely stunning.” He finally gained enough strength to push himself off the car, making his way to the fence with his hand outstretched for you. You couldn’t hide the shy smile that graced your lips that nearly melted his heart. If anything could bring him back to life, he was sure it was that.

“You don’t look too shabby yourself, Dr. Jay.” He shook his head as you joined him at the fence, slipping your hand in his. After all this time, you hadn’t invited him into your home, so he couldn’t pass the threshold barrier spell your ancestors had put on the house. It was already known vampires could come in unless invited, but your house was more than impenetrable. For good reason, he guessed.

“I’m not Dr. Jay to you tonight. Yuno, or just Jay. You aren’t allowed to address me so formally.” His eyes searched yours as if he was looking for just the right words to say. “You aren't just my friend, you are my date, so we can be a little more casual with one another.” He wanted to say so much more, but it was impossible while staring into your eyes. 

“You two are going to be more than just fashionably late if you keep staring at each other like you want to eat one another alive.” Your mother spoke from the door. He peeled his eyes from yours to address her.

“Good evening, Jennie.” She just smiled at him, thankfully biting her tongue. She shooed them off, waving her hand dismissively. He took the hint, taking your hand in his and leading you to the car. He opened the door and waited for you to get in. “Ever the gentleman. Just make sure it stays that way.” Jennie teasingly scolded from the porch. “No hanky panky, not after I spent so much time doing her makeup.” She joked. His ears burned from embarrassment.

“Imagine how I feel, I live with her.” You spoke just for him to hear. He chuckled, closing the door. He waved at your mom before he got in on the drivers side. He needed to push the nerves down so that he could at least pretend to be a normal human for the night. 

The 36th annual Louisiana Regional Doctor’s ball had been kicked off an hour ago. Jaehyun pulled up, hoping that he had missed the press and their incessant need to be in people’s business. His tardiness had been purposeful. But apparently he wasn’t lucky enough to miss the fanfare. Just the year before he had been voted one of the most eligible bachelors in all of the south east, much to his chagrin. He could hear the whispers of his name as he got out of the car. He buttoned  his suit jacket, taking a moment to collect himself before coming over to open your door. He could see the look of bewilderment all over your face. “Just ignore them.” The words came out harsher than he expected, his annoyance was etched on his face and bleeding into his voice. 

“Doctor Jeong!” 

His last name and professional title were repeated over and over, but he tried to control his ever growing irritation. 

“Doctor Jeong, are you no longer the most eligible bachelor in Louisiana? Who is this lovely lady on your arm?”

His hurried steps faltered, eyes moving from the place he was trying to help you out of the car. His brain started to work a mile a minute, coming up with a plan faster than it took you to get your bearings. His lips curled into a smile as you stopped and looked up at him confused. Your brows furrowed in question as he reached down and grabbed your hands, intertwining your fingers. He brought the back of your hand to his lips, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he pressed a soft kiss there.

“That’s correct, I’m a taken man now. Completely smitten with this beautiful woman that decided to accompany me to this gala tonight. I hope that in the future, she will always be the one on my arm, especially as I navigate the very complicated Louisiana social life.”  Your eyes widened at his words. What the fuck was he even saying? He plastered on a fake smile that looked genuine to everyone but you. Your face was hot with embarrassment mixed in with a bit of disbelief and absolute bewilderment. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have a party to attend.” He rushed off with you in tow, dodging the millions of questions he was receiving from the local press.

“You better be glad I’m nice, or else I would have totally blown up your spot.” You whisper shouted up at the man whose smile didn’t flather with your words. Truthfully, he looked happy with the lies he just spouted. “Don’t use me as your escape from dancing with some eligible socialite. I can’t help it if they want a piece of Dr. Jeong. I'm obliged to concede" You chuckled. If it wasn’t for him feeding just hours before, he swore that would have warmed his cold dead heart.

“Even if you don’t believe it, you are more than just an accessory to my arm tonight and I’d appreciate it if you acted like you weren’t. There is no one here or anywhere else for that matter that I’d rather have in my arms tonight.” He paused turning towards you, pushing a few wayward strands from your face. “I’m grateful that you took me up on this, because I doubt I would have actually shown up tonight. I would have probably made an anonymous donation like I usually do and stayed home.”

You looked up at him but said nothing. He often wondered what was going on in your mind when you made that face that said you wanted to say something, but decided to hold your tongue instead. He wished he had the same type of relationship you had with the mutt. One where you could come to him with anything and he would listen. Because if he was being honest with himself, he could listen to you drone on about the most mundane things in the world and would still find the conversation to be the most stimulating and interesting. He couldn’t blame that stupid mutt for falling for your charms, subsequently he’d done the same thing.

It had something to do with the way your eyes lit up when you talked, or the way your mouth moved. Or maybe it was the care and concern you had for the same children he’d grown to love and wanted to protect with all his might. How you’d make time to volunteer to read to them or wheel them around the courtyard when they needed fresh air. It wasn’t for some type of gain on your part, you just did it because you wanted to and that's what pulled him in. It could have also been that ridiculous sound you made when you laughed at his stupid jokes or how you could see him thinking of something funny before it even came out of his mouth. 

“Let’s get inside before they start asking more questions.” You nodded, wrapping your arm around his as he offered it.

Despite his original thoughts about this event, things were actually going very smoothly. For some reason there were a lot of young doctors in attendance this year, which made the task of actually holding a meaningful conversation that was more than just listing off his own accolades, a hell of a lot easier than it had been in his previous years of attending this God-awful event. It didn’t hurt that he had the prettiest woman in the room on his arm and that she was a more than decent conversationalist.

He had failed to see it before, honestly he would have denied it prior to this event, but seeing you in action really made him appreciate how well your mother had raised you. You blended in with this crowd while still shining like the crown jewel. It amazed him how you were able to jump from a conversation about disparities in the health community to your random thoughts about homegrown jazz musicians to whatever the newest broadway play was, but you managed to do it without breaking a sweat and that really impressed him.

But he was slowly growing tired of sharing your spotlight with the likes of these less deserving mortals. He wouldn’t openly admit it, but he wanted your time for himself. He wanted to hear your beautiful laughter as he made some joke you would inevitably call lame or have your eyes solely on him as he twirled you around to whatever music the band was playing.

Never in his four hundred years would he have confessed to being a jealous man, hell before tonight he never thought of it as a possibility. But right here in this moment with you laughing at whatever the second most eligible doctor in New Orleans was spewing from his lips, he could feel the disdain for another man bubbling up. All because Dr. Xavier Schwartz was occupying your time.

“So, what was your field of study? Because I've raised several topics and you seem to know a bit about a lot of them.” Jaehyun tried not to roll his eyes, but the little green eyed monster inside got the better of him. 

It was just a simple smile, just plain politeness on your part, but Jaehyun wanted that smile for himself. “Ah, nothing nearly as interesting as studying to become a doctor.” Your eyes shifted to Jaehyun's hoping he'd catch the drift and interrupt or change the subject, but his  monster decided to be petty.

“Didn’t you study to be a music teacher? I think that's terribly interesting. The arts need to be preserved, no?” He swirled the whiskey in his glass around the large sphere of ice, pretending as if that was occupying his interests when in fact it was nothing but pure invidiousness. “You should ask for a few song suggestions, Xav, we know your taste could use an upgrade.” Jaehyun’s eyes finally met yours only to be greeted by pure frostiness.

Xavier chuckled, “You are right about that. I can’t remember the last time I listened to a good song. My car is always set to talk radio or some medical or sports podcast.” He seemed to be oblivious to the mental conversation that you and the good doctor were engrossed in.

“I hope you know, I will make you pay for this.” You put on a pleasant smile as you turned back to the seemingly aloof man. “I can give you a few over a dance, if you’d like.” Xavier's eyes lit up, much to the chagrin of Doctor Jay.  The man seemed more than happy when he took your hand, agreeing almost immediately. He pulled you off, eyes trained on your own as your friendly doctor sunk down onto a nearby barstool. 

“What the hell am I doing?” He asked himself. He wanted to beat himself up. He’d never been in a situation like this before, not with envy rearing its ugly head like this. He’d been in love before and even when she moved on, he didn’t feel an ounce of deseriousness. As a matter of fact, he encouraged it.

So, what was his problem with you? Did he have budding feelings for you? Yes? But he wouldn’t describe them as love. But it had been over a hundred years since he had his heart stolen, he could be missing the signs that point to him being in love with you. He glanced over his shoulder, just for them to slump at the sight. 

You and Xavier had garnered the attention of damn near half the room as he clumsily spun you around. It wasn’t even the warranted curiosity that got to him, no, once again it was that damn smile on your face. He swore it was the same smile the stupid mutt would put on your gorgeous face and that ate at the very core of his existence. He didn’t even realize he’d gotten off of the barstool and made his way towards you and Dr. Schwartz until he was pushing past a small group of onlookers. He gave them quick muttered apologies, his body still moving as if there was this invisible string connecting him to you, pulling him in your direction.

Your eyes widened at him as he stepped into your field of view. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I would really like to dance with my date now.” Jaehyun didn’t even bother looking in Xavier's direction, his eyes solely trained on you. Piercing you with a heated look. “You don’t mind, do you, Xav?” The way the words dripped with petty amounts of disdain made the other man graciously bow out. Not to mention the deadly look in Jaehyun’s eyes that made the other doctor turn tail and run without even so much as a goodbye.

“Are you serious right now, Jay?” You frowned and chastised him, but still let him take you into his arms, to slowly dance you around the floor. “You could have been nicer to him, he seems harmless.” He subtly rolled his eyes, as he took one of your hands in his, the other settling around your waist to rest on the small of your back.

“Harmless. Right.” He scoffed. The jealousy was slowly making its presence known, much to his chagrin.

Your lips curled into a smirk. “Wow. I never expected to see the cool, calm, and collected Dr. Jay spilling in a fit of…. Jealousy.” You glanced up at him, searching his eyes for confirmation. He quickly looked away, he didn’t want to confirm that or anything else you might be suspecting. “Look at me.” Your tone was soft, captivating, making him give way to your words.

He looked into your eyes and immediately regretted it. Instead of you getting your confirmation of his feelings, he had to come to terms with his own. He was in love. His eyes slipped closed and he rested his forehead on yours. You chuckled, “Couldn't take me finding out your secret?” You didn’t sound bothered, quite frankly you sounded the opposite, amused.

“Maybe I just want to enjoy this dance without comments from the peanut gallery.” He spoke, just for it to be followed by more giggles from said peanut gallery. 

“Liar..” He could hear the smirk in your voice, he didn’t have to open his eyes for that.

The people in the room seemed to melt away as the night progressed. The way you fit in his arms, your calm heartbeat, the sound of you humming along to the music all set the stage for a beautiful night. He couldn’t have asked for a better companion, he didn’t only mean for the night either. He could see you by his side for the rest of your life and that honestly frightened him. He had been down this road before. Loving someone was dangerous for him. Especially when they weren't suffering from the same eternal affliction he had. 

He asked Yuta once if it was worth it to try and love and he'd told him in turn that anything that could give him so semblance of normalcy was worth it. They needed to remind themselves of the humanity they once had in order to remain somewhat human. Jaehyun so desperately wanted to keep his humanity. He'd seen what had become of vampires that had become feral. Like that thing that attacked you. It wasn’t far gone, but it was becoming feral. 

That was one of Jaehyun’s biggest fears. He didn’t want to be one of those vampires that ended up losing all humanity. Especially not the ones who did it by hurting or killing someone close to them. He could smell the death and decay on the vampire who attacked you. The putrid smell that seeped from his being. Humans would smell an off putting odor, sure, but those with more magical inclinations could smell something deeper than that. 

Werewolves and Vanpires alike would be able to smell just how bad the person's soul had rotted. In that particular vampire's case, it was nearly rotten to the core. It wouldn't take much to strip him completely of his humanity and push him right off the edge of being feral. Just the thought made Jaehun drift further into his subconscious. His thoughts had taken him back to the night where he’d decided to never drink from a human again. 

It was like any other night for him. Deep in the trenches of some seedy night club, heedy with the scent of sex, desire, and blood. He could never understand how any human in their right mind would risk their lives like this. Deep in a den of sin, packed with people who literally ate humans for breakfast. But if they were willing, he would partake. Human blood kept him satiated for days on end, whereas all the other alternatives gave him a day at max. He was situated in a parlor for the more established patrons of this lounge. There was a pretty - by human standards- woman on his lap, trying to coax him into making her his lady for the night. He could smell the drugs on her skin and the liquor on her breath.

There was even a whiff of death on her, indicating that if she didn’t start to live a better life, the drugs would take it from her. Seated in a corner adjacent to them was a guy that Jaehyun had known, due to them traveling in similar circles. He didn't like him due to his unsavory practices. He didn’t discriminate on who he drank from, nor did he care if he nearly drained them dry or not. But Jaehyun found out that night that draining them almost dry was the least of his worries. Right in front of his eyes, he watched him drain a teenage boy of his life. Despite the boy begging him to stop, despite Jaehyun trying to step in and stop the other vampire from killing the boy. His big burly bodyguards dragged him out, just as the light left the boy's eyes for good. He could still remember the sinister smile the vampire gave him as he was pushed out the room. The evil glint in his eye as he tossed the lifeless teen to the ground. 

His memory of the moment was so vivid that he didn’t even realise he was shaking. He could never understand how someone could be so cruel as to kill someone. After his awakening, he never wished to revisit the pain he caused others when he was a fledgling. He’d stopped dancing long ago, mind and body spaced out. You shook him lightly, placing your hands on his cheeks after calling for him and receiving no reaction. “Yunoh.” His eyes snapped to yours as his given name fell from your lips. His breathing was erratic and despite him being undead, his body was clammy, perspiration dotted his pale skin. “What’s going on? Talk to me.” His eyes darted all over your face as tears started to brim his eyes. “Let's go get some fresh air, yeah?” He nodded, even though his hearing was still slightly muffled from only what he could describe as a panic attack.

You grabbed his arm softly and ushered him outside, taking a cup of water with you. As soon as the cool night air hit his moistened skin he started to feel a little more like himself. You stopped when you got to the railing of the balcony, handing him the water. “Do…” You looked around, making sure no one else was out there with you before you finished. “Do vampires even drink water?” Your brows creased at the question and he honestly thought in the moment that you were the cutest thing he’d ever seen.

“I do. But I don’t need it like you do. I do it to keep up appearances. Just like I pack a lunch for work, or drink a concoction that looks like coffee in the mornings. I try my best to seem as normal as possible, so I don't raise suspicion and most definitely don’t want anyone to fear me. I like being viewed as human…. Being seen as just a kind doctor.” He hadn’t even realised he had grabbed your hand and started playing with your fingers until he heard you chuckle. His eyes followed yours, only for him to join in on the laugh. “Sorry, I didn’t even realize…” He trailed off, but didn’t bother to let go. “It’s not often that I.. have those…” He sighed heavily, the single breath was filled with so much pain and anguish. 

“Jaehyun, haven’t I told you that it’s okay? Yes, you may have done things to hurt people when you were in a state where you couldn’t control yourself. But you’ve been trying to right those mistakes for centuries. You are a good doctor and a half-way decent man..” You teased, giving him a soft smile. “You have to learn to let the past be the past. I know better than anyone that it’s not easy to move forward, but you have to. You can’t let those thoughts pull you under like that. Like you scared me back there. I didn’t know if or when you’d come back to me.”

“I’m sorry about that… I just.. I started thinking about the other night when you were attacked and things just came flooding back to me…” He stopped mid sentence. “Could you.. See it?” It was your turn to sigh and look away. He dreaded that damn connection the two of you had. How you could see his past and he could hear your thoughts. Even though he loved to tease you with the fact that he could hear your thoughts, he didn’t wish the nightmare that was his past on you. You deserved to see happy things not be tormented by the darkness that lay in his heart. “I’m so so-” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips to shut him up. Before he could lean into it you pulled away.

“Wow! Is that all it takes to get you to shut the hell up?” You laughed. “Well shit, I should have done that a week or so ago when-” He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, testing the theory to see if it worked contrariwise. It did. He intended to do the same thing you’d done to him, he was a tease in that way. But he couldn’t pull back. Your lips on his made him feel things he hadn’t felt in almost a century. There was warmth he hadn’t felt since he was alive. He pulled you in by your waist, pushing into the kiss a little bit more. Your body melted into his which only egged him on more. It felt like you were the cure to his affliction, the one thing in the world that made him feel whole. The one thing that made him feel human again.

You were electric. Magnetic. A force he couldn’t bother to pull himself away from. When you slipped your arms around his neck and laced your fingers into the hair along his nape, he knew it was over for him. Any doubts about his feelings for you were thrown off the balcony and had flown off with the wind. He pulled ever so slightly back, to nip at your bottom lip, earring a small smile from you. “God, I could do this all night…” You dreamily spoke in your head, causing him to chuckle. “Me too, baby. Me too.”

Nightmares have become a common occurrence over the last few weeks. A good night's sleep kept eluding him. It was like something in him knew that if he didn’t act fast, your feelings for him could fade entirely. Christopher tossed and turned in his bed, flashes of his worst nightmare playing vividly in his head as if it were happening in real time. Like a movie unfolding in crystal clear hd. His body was covered in sweat, despite the ac being on and him sleeping in nothing but his boxers. He unconsciously clawed at the sheets and at his body, more than likely as a way to ground himself. He moaned and groaned, face etched in a perpetual state of unrest. Deep in his dreamscape, he felt a sense of dread. He didn’t know where he was at as he stepped out of the heavily wooded treeline. The building in front of him was completely foreign, but it seemed as if an event was happening. There were limos and expensive cars parked outfront and littering the lawn. Large bodyguards and what he assumed were press, were hanging out by the entrance. He slowly weaved his way through the parked cars, making his way closer and closer.

The sense of dread beating him down even further the closer he got to the large double doors. No one seemed to notice him as he slipped inside, even as he passed directly by people, no one looked his way. All he wanted to know was what exactly led him here. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep to a video of you and him together. Now he was here in this unknown place, searching for something or someone. He sidesteeped as people danced around, making his way past the dance floor and towards the large french doors that led to what he assumed to be the balcony. Just like the front double doors, he slipped right past them and out onto the expansive balcony. The first quarter moon was high in the sky, shining brightly and illuminating the two people huddled close together in a kiss. The looming dread he felt all came forth at once as he slowly started to recognize the people in front of him.

There you were, dressed beautifully, the moonlight beaming down on you, making you look even more ethereal than you already did. Your dress hugged all of your curves while remaining so very tasteful, your hair framed your face beautifully. He would have been taken aback by the sight of you if it wasn’t for you being locked in a kiss with his enemy. Jaehyun held you close, his lips gliding over yours as you leaned into it. Were you enjoying this? His stomach churned. His heart clenched. It felt like he had been stabbed in the heart by you while you looked him square in the eyes. The way that vampire cradled you in his arms was enough to make him sick. He wanted to back away, run to wherever it was he came from, but his body was rooted in place. “Our mate…” His wolf whined, feeling as if the tie between them would soon snap if Chfirstopher wasn’t careful.

He knew he had a right to be wary of that blood sucker. He knew he was trying to take what was rightfully his. Overcome with emotion, he let out a howl. He bemoaned the fact that he had seemingly lost you and to a vampire no less. He needed to escape this hellscape, but he couldn’t run. And now your eyes were set out on him. Confusion was written on your face as you slowly stepped away from Jaehyun and apprehensively towards Christopher. He shook his head, not wanting you to perceive him at this moment. He felt broken and didn’t want you to see him like that. To take pity on him for being this weak. “Chris?” You looked back at Jaehyun as if you couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Maybe you're just a bit tired, huh?” The blood sucking doctor came to your side, placing his hand on the small of your back. “It is getting late and I wouldn’t want to keep you out too long.” He rushed you off the balcony, barreling towards Christopher as if he didn’t see him. Chris braced for impact only, for you and Jaehyun to walk right through him. His wolf form appeared around you just to come back together. He’d heard of things like this happening to certain wolves, but he never expected this to happen to him. Maybe his wolf had been so worried about his mate that he’d found some way to astral project itself to you. He didn’t know the reason, but he suddenly wished it never would have happened.

The world started to shake as he lost sight of you in the dancing crowd, he didn’t dare follow. Was it too late for you and him? Had he missed the opportunity that had been given to him time and time again? The scenery slowly faded to white before his eyes shot open. He sat up, ramrod straight, body hot and perspiring. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. If that nightmare was reality, had he truly lost you for good?

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[Silvio 5th Bday CE] The Ferocious Dog Desires Immense Love - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

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Silvio-sama pinned me to the bed, his hand slipping under the hem of my underwear, sliding directly against my skin.

His hand stroked up my waist, reaching my swelling curves, and I unconsciously gasped.

Emma: ........ This way of extracting information is underhanded.

Silvio: If you don't like it, just confess already.

As the soft area was massaged, my body gradually grew warm.

Contrary to my firm vow to endure, my breath quickened as my sensitive tips were toyed with, almost in anticipation.

(Absolutely... I won't say anything.)

(Knowing how overprotective Silvio-sama is, if he finds out what I'm doing, he might stop me.)

(If that happens, this year's birthday celebration would just be ordinary, and I can't let that happen—)

I glared through my blurred vision, and Silvio-sama smirked, pressing down on my sensitive tip.

A piercing pleasure made my hips lift, and my toes stretched out.

Silvio: Hah, it'll be interesting to see how long you can resist, won't it?

Jeweler: Silvio-sama, lovely to see you. You're with Emma-sama today, I see.

Silvio: Yes. Since we're here, I thought she could help out with the business negotiations for a change.

The next day—Silvio-sama stepped into the negotiation room, still holding my shoulder.

Even the slightest movement from me would result in being pulled closer; he wasn't going to give me any chance to escape.

(I can't believe it came to this...)

Emma: Haa... hah...

Silvio: You know... you're too stubborn.

Silvio: To endure all soaked like this...

Emma: ........ Ah.......

Silvio: Out of respect for your stubbornness, I'll stop trying to force it out of you.

Silvio: However, don't think you'll be able to leave my side for a while starting tomorrow.

..

(He's stopped prying, but being physically restrained like this is a problem in itself.)

(I still haven't finished preparing his birthday present.)

Silvio: Emma, can you take the minutes? (*Minutes is basically notes)

Emma: Yes, leave it to me.

Even though he had an objective, Silvio-sama didn't seem to intend to just have me as an ornament. Since I'd been given a role, I couldn't abandon it and run away. His methods were too clever, and while I was happy to be relied upon, I also felt overwhelmed.

Jeweler: ......

The negotiation proceeded smoothly, and the contract terms were finalized. After about an hour, the discussion concluded peacefully.

(The first negotiation is over, but I'll probably be asked to take minutes for the next one too.)

(...This is troublesome.)

Maintaining a smile, I subtly glanced at Silvio-sama from the corner of my eye. Our gazes met, and he gave me a triumphant smile.

(How frustrating...)

???: Excuse me!

Suddenly, the conference room door opened—

(Rio!?)

Rio, Silvio-sama's close aide and my friend, appeared boldly and waved with a smile.

Rio: Emma, the Queen Consort is calling for you.

Emma: The Queen Consort is?

Silvio: What for?

Rio: Well, isn't it uncouth for us to stick our noses into conversations between women?

Silvio: Doesn't concern me. I'm going too.

Jeweler: Please wait, Silvio-sama.

Silvio: Our discussion is concluded, isn't it?

Jeweler: No, actually, I have one report regarding the market...

For a moment, my eyes met with the jeweler's, and he gave a slight nod.

(Ah, could it be—)

When I looked back at Rio, he subtly winked at me.

(..... He knew I was caught by Silvio-sama and arranged this.)

My cheeks relaxed at my friend's unchanging kindness.

Emma: Silvio-sama, if the Queen Consort is calling, I must go immediately.

Silvio: I don't care.

Rio: Don't be selfish.

Silvio: ........ Hey, you damn dog. Do you know what Emma's been doing?

Rio: Eh, I don't know. What are you talking about?

Silvio: .....

Silvio: Tsk, fine then.

Silvio: Hurry back before I lose my patience.

(He let me go surprisingly easily.)

(....It's probably because he realized Rio "knew.")

(This is Silvio-sama's current assessment of me...)

(That's precisely why I have to give him that present, no matter what.)

Even after that, with the help of those around me, I managed to evade Silvio-sama's scrutiny and avoid his surveillance, steadily continuing my preparations. My body grew more painful by the day, but in response, I gained a sense of self-satisfaction.

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Emma: Well then, once again...

Emma: Happy Birthday! And thank you so much for waiting!

Silvio: I really did.

The day of his birthday arrived, along with meticulous preparations—

It seemed Silvio-sama had taken measures against the storm of blessings that usually surged the moment the date changed this year, allowing only me to stand before him in silence.

(I heard that even the merchants have been mindful of his birthday lately...)

(It feels heartwarming, almost ticklish, to be acknowledged as such an important person to Silvio-sama.)

Silvio: You'll satisfy me after making me fret this much, won't you?

Emma: Of course. Shall I show you to the venue right away?

Silvio: Ah... so that's what this is about.

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Chapter 3

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🍒 Vampire (Aleksandr)

Dacryphilia, power-play, degradation, oral (fem receiving), dry humping, submissive vampire, dubcon-ish thanks to aphrodisiacs

I just love a powerful monster getting brought to their knees. A scene like this with your boss irl would be sooo awkward but luckily, this is fiction

It's sort of your fault. You clocked in to work at the club and got distracted by table seven, which was full of young, hungry vampires who wouldn't stop staring at you. You'd given blood just the day before, which meant today all you were allowed to do was be eye candy, wait on tables, and shuttle trays of blood-infused drinks.

That's why you didn't pay attention to what drink you grabbed when you were told to take a 'blood moon' to the owner of Club Crimson, who wanted to talk to you. You'd think an ancient vampire would be more wary about what he was handed, but he'd taken the glass from you and drained it in two swallows. He proceeded to talk about how impressed he was with your work ethic for all of one minute before he was abruptly collapsing into the chair behind his desk, eyelids fluttering.

"S-sir?" You begin to stand, but he lifts a hand to stop you.

"What did you put in my drink?"

"Nothing? I was told to bring... Oh no."

The memory of the drinks on the bar flashes into your mind and you realize you grabbed a 'train shot' instead. Aptly named, because the effects hit like a train. Just one is enough to put a vampire on their ass, especially if they drink it all at once like he just did.

"I... I gave you a train shot."

"You gave me a—"

"Accidentally."

He tilts his head back and opens his mouth. It looks like a yawn, or maybe even a silent moan, but the fangs that protrude are fully formed and terrifyingly sharp. Aleksandr Kominski was turned somewhere in his forties, a handsome dilf till the end of time, and you're not above his charm.

"I should fire you," he groans and rubs his jaw.

His face is getting flushed, and for a species that is always remarkably low on blood, that's pretty alarming.

"I'm sorry, sir! It won't happen again. Please don't fire me," you beg. "I like working here."

"I'm willing to let your carelessness slide just this once. But you will have to do something for me."

"Anything," you breathe out.

He smiles with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Insult me."

"Pardon?"

"You heard me." He leans back in his chair. "Call me names. Drag me out of my chair. Spit on me."

Oh shit. That drink is doing a number on him. You don't know what's worse, that your boss—normally a very put-together vampire— is falling apart, or that it's bringing all his secrets to light. Or is he doing this to test you? You clear your throat.

I just said I'd do anything, you remind yourself.

He's watching you with eyes that burn a bright red. Vampire eyes only get that color if they're hungry or horny. You take a deep breath and go for it.

"That was stupid. Drinking what I gave you, I mean. Aren't vampires your age supposed to be smart?"

His lips part. He's looking at you like he has just found treasure. Trusting your gut instincts, you press on.

"You're the owner of this place, but you can't even keep your shit together. Should you really be sitting on that chair?" You stride forward and wave your hand. "Off."

Sweat prickles along your hairline at your own audacity, but he slides bonelessly out of the chair and settles on the floor, staring up at you.

"Better," you hum, and plop your ass in his chair.

God, it's comfy. You get why he spends so much time in his office.

"You look good on the floor. I think you'll need to earn this chair back, Aleksandr."

"Yes," he says hoarsely. "Show me what I have to do."

How far do you get to go? What if he has a massive hangover the next day and forgets that he asked you to do this and fires you anyway? You bite your lip and reach out to touch his hair. From the first day you met him, you've wanted to know what it feels like, and you're not disappointed now. His hair is straight and silky, interspersed with gray. It's long too, sweeping past his shoulders. You take hold of his hair close to the scalp and give a good yank. This time he moans audibly, squirming as his gaze is forced to the ceiling and his vulnerable neck is exposed. That's like a cat's belly, and he fights against the instinct to revert to a more protected posture.

"You have to sit there and accept your punishment without complaint. But you've already fucked that up, haven't you?" You lean in to add in a murmur, "You're not supposed to be hard."

You trail your fingers over the bulge in his pants. "This is all you want, isn't it? Someone to pull your hair and make you cry."

You add that last bit because his eyes are glossy, and a teardrop even rolls down his cheek. You didn't know he was capable of crying. He usually gives off a tough-as-nails aura.

You scoff. "Are you really that weak? Do you want me to stop?"

"No! Please," he says, his teary eyes fixed on you.

"Well, you can start by apologizing for enjoying something that's supposed to be your punishment." You scoot to the edge of the chair and part your legs.

You're thinking you've finally hit his limit, but you're wrong. He presses his lips to your knee in a quick hungry kiss, then nudges between your legs, pulling you even closer till you're nearly falling off the chair. Cool air brushes over your inner thighs. You don't have much time to consider the consequences of what you're doing, because he nips at your sheer tights and then decimates them with his fangs so that he can press his eager tongue against your clothed pussy, discovering how wet you are. He lets out a ragged moan.

This is a bigger turn-on than you expected, you realize. You're soaked.

Aleksandr notices, of course he does. He hooks his fingers in your underwear and tugs it to the side so he has full access to what he's craving. He's got a couple of hundred years of experience, and he makes you feel every single second of it. He sucks your clit into his mouth and you see fireworks. You're vaguely aware of your leg positioned between his thighs as he ruts against it like a beast in heat, panting raggedly, so worked up that he's forgotten he doesn't need to breathe. You cum hard, your body stiffening as your nerves sing with pleasure. It takes you a moment to come back to yourself and hear his desperate moans.

"You're going to rub my leg raw," you grumble, yanking your leg away. "Take care of yourself."

He doesn't need you to tell him twice. He yanks his pants open and you hear a pop and then the clatter of a button rolling across the floor. He winces when he takes his swollen cock in hand, and you hum.

"Sensitive, I bet. Stroke yourself. Slowly."

You actually do end up making him cry as you instruct him to go slower and slower until his hand is barely moving at all. His hips twitch as he fights the urge to fuck into his hand. The bright red hue in his eyes has faded considerably. The effect of the drink is fading. You're pretty sure he's mostly himself but even so, his eyes are still fixed on you, holding himself back and waiting for your next command.

"Go ahead, I think you've earned it," you say softly.

All it takes is a few more strokes, and he's spilling into his hand with a shudder and a gasp. He presses his face against your thigh and you stroke his hair and for a few minutes neither of you says anything. Finally, you scrape up the courage to speak.

"So..."

"Mmph."

"Do I get to keep my job?"

He lifts his head. "I'm promoting you, starting today. Work directly for me."

It sounds more like a plea than a demand.

You can't help the grin that spreads on your face. "I'll think about it."

You get up and saunter out of there, playing cool despite the way your heart is thrashing around in your chest. You told him you'd think about it, but you already know the answer.

Thanks for reading! Reblogs are appreciated ♡

@fangedforyou

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Supporting the Dream

Prompt #30 - Six Days on the Road | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Reference to Past Drug Use | POV: Gareth's Mom (Carolyn, Mama Jones) | Pairing: None | Tags: AU, The Boys Are Hitting the Road For The First Time, The Moms Converge

"It's just six days, mom," Gareth whines, packing up his drum kit in the back of the van, and that's exactly why Carolyn thinks he's not ready for this. He sounds seven, not seventeen. He's her baby. He'll always be her baby.

She peers into the van, ready to give Eddie the rundown, to make sure he understands the precious cargo she's letting him haul, but Jeff is behind the wheel. 

Oh. That's better. Much better.

Carolyn still holds out her hand through the passenger window, giving Eddie the opportunity to hand over anything he shouldn't have in his possession. 

The Quaalude Incident from last summer is still fresh in her mind. They think she was mad, and she was, but more than that she was terrified. For both of them.

Eddie grins, slapping her hand, teasing, giving her five. 

She knew he wouldn't cough up any contraband he might have, but she had to try. Had to let him know she's not fooled in the slightest.

"I'll look after him, Mama Jones. Don't you worry. I won't let him do anything I wouldn't do," Eddie says with a big grin. 

"That's what I'm worried about," she says, raising a pointed eyebrow. He flashes her those dimples, and she shakes her head.

He's grown into a true charmer, and that's part of the problem. She's watched him grow up. Watched him shed the false bluster and bullshit, spinning it into true confidence.

Eddie knows how good they are, and she does too. She's just not ready for it, and she's afraid Gareth's not ready for it either. That's all.

She reaches in and cups Eddie's cheek. He's a good boy, and she loves him dearly, like he's her own, but he's experimenting. Growing up fast in ways that she just doesn't want for Gareth. Not yet, not ever, if she had her way.

She knows she won't have her way.

"I'll look after him. Make sure he stays out of trouble. You know I'd never let anything happen to him."

She starts, "Eddie—"

Jeff interrupts.

"—and I'll look after Eddie," Jeff says, and she smiles at him. She's sure she's got a little bit of wool pulled over her eyes, but Jeff Williams can at least make it seem convincing. Eddie Munson? Not so much.

"Be good. Be careful," she settles on, "Watch for deer."

Jeff nods, and she hears Gareth bickering with Goodie about god knows what. It's been two minutes. Goodie is clearly less than pleased and is letting everyone know, loudly. She sighs. She knows these boys. They might try to kill each other before the six days are over. 

Well, that would solve the problem, she supposes. If they'd realize right now they can't be trapped together in a moving vehicle long-term. That'd kill this whole touring band dream.

Gareth reaches over and grabs the handle to the van door.

"Bye, mom," he says, and slams it shut.

She takes a step back, and watches them go. Their first time on the road, all by themselves.

It scares her in a way none of this music stuff ever has before. 

It feels more real.

Carolyn smooths her palms over her pants. She doesn't know why she's so nervous. She knows Lana and Gloria. Has known them for years. It's just that they go further back. Goodie and Jeff have been best friends forever.

She's the odd man out, the newcomer. Just like Gareth's expressed he's felt like over the years as he's struggled to fit in. She gets it. You're never too old to feel a little bit awkward at times.

"Where are they today?" Lana asks, and Carolyn consults the map. If they go the way they planned, they'll always know.

That's a big if.

"Minneapolis."

They all nod, and get right to business. There's been talk of recording an album, and Gareth has been pressing, pressing, pressing to quit school since he turned sixteen. Complains he doesn't have the money for his share of the recording costs, that he needs to work full-time to make it. 

He thinks he's gonna be a rockstar.

She knows he's talented. She watched him grow up. Saw how easily drumming came to him. How natural it was.

Prodigy is a loaded word, but it feels close to true. How many ten year olds can hang musically with kids years older? 

But she can't let him quit school. They've all got to get on the same page, and she knows the other moms have less control, their boys are over eighteen. But she also knows they still have influence. 

They've got to get ahead of this before it gets away from them.

Away from her. 

"Should we have invited Wayne Munson?" Lana asks, and they all laugh.

"Imagine," Gloria says, "I'm sure he'd love to have tea with us."

Carolyn has known Wayne forever, and she can't imagine what it's like in that household. Him and Eddie, all alone. Eddie's mouth never stops running and Wayne barely says three words in a row. 

"This album," Lana says, and yes. That's the elephant in the room more than this six day tour they're on.

"Yes. That," Gloria agrees.

"Do your boys have the money for it?" Carolyn asks, and they both nod. She figured they did. They've all picked up jobs. They're serious. She knows they are.

"Gareth wants to quit school," she says, and they both make sounds of protest.

She relaxes. They're on the same page.

"Gareth doesn't. I'm thinking about offering to give him his share if he sticks it out and graduates. Is it bad to bribe him?"

"No!" They both say in unison. 

And she laughs. Okay. Good.

Now, they just need to figure out how they can help ensure this doesn't go sideways for the boys. If they want to try and make it, well, then as their moms they'll have to figure out the best way to support their dream.

Support their boys.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @corrodedcoffinfest and follow along with the fun! 🦇

Notes: Watch for deer is Midwestern for I love you.

This is vaguely set in my Tuesday's universe, if you're familiar. If not, it's totally fine as its own AU. But "The Quaalude Incident" definitely alludes to Tuesday's, lol.

Header image is from The Goldbergs. I was like, where am I gonna get 80s mom? That's where.

[thegreathomestuckreread]

cannot stop thinking about susie delatrune

so i finished chapter 2 last night and i posted about that but i also did the intro to chapter 3 earlier today, just up to them agreeing to participate in mr. tenna's tv time games

and susie. susie. why are you the way that you are. who hurt you i'm so ready to throw hands

like she responded positively immediately to the first person who showed her genuine patience and kindness and enthusiasm and support. IMMEDIATELY. like it's been barely 48 hours and she's holding on tight as hell and she's deeply defensive of ANYONE who may show derision towards her friends. she wants to bring ralsei and lancer into the light world so they can all go to school together and she never has to go back to how terrible things are in the light world

but like WHY are things so bad. what has made her feel like she needs to put up this hard defensive wall against the whole world, be the mean one first, hold the power in all situations. susie WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU

like out of all the main characters we know the least about her background. we know all sorts of stuff about kris's family and noelle's family and kris and noelle's childhood together, we know about berdly's childhood and his insecurities, we know about lancer's family relationships, hell i'd argue we know more about ralsei and his dark princehood than we do about anything to do with susie that isn't the stuff we seen on screen. we're told what her reputation is but nothing to the tune of actual anecdotes

what's her story. what's her deal. what's her family like? it's heavily implied that she didn't even call her parents when toriel asked her to before the sleepover. what's her home like? in a story where family relations are such a huge part of a lot of characters' motivations, lacking her backstory sticks out like a sore thumb. please i need to know ur story

[maras-mischief]

Damnation & Deliverance

Every night is the same. She is there, in the darkness, waiting for me. I can see her sometimes—a hint of hair, a shimmer of lips, a glance of an eye. More than anything, she is a presence. A feeling of menace that is inescapable. I've tried to run from her since I was a little boy, but she is always there.

When I was little, I would wake up screaming, my body covered in sweat and my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I called her my boogeyman, the dark lady in my dreams. My parents took me to psychologists, psychiatrists, sleep doctors, faith healers, and priests. They all said it was just the overactive imagination of a little boy. Even the priest said that. I thought he'd want to do an exorcism or something.

In my teen years, I learned to stop talking about her. She was still there, and I still dreaded night and sleep. Nothing ever went further than the overwhelming sense of malice. It wasn't until my last year of high school that things changed.

The malignancy was growing. I could feel her stalking me in my dreams like a silent killer who knew she would eventually catch me. But I felt her during the daytime, too. She was a whisper in my ear, a glimpse around the corner, a smell of musk and roses wafting past me in the halls. I couldn't escape her. I knew, in my soul, she was my ending, my damnation.

"Babe, talk to her."

"What?"

"Talk to her."

I'd told my girlfriend about her a year ago, before she started to invade my waking hours. Alexis could see the toll it was taking on me. I was a nervous wreck day or night. She didn't believe me, just like everyone else, but she humored me.

"It's like those ghost stories. Talk to her and find out what she wants. She's been with you since childhood. Maybe she's lonely."

"Babe, she wants to kill me. I can feel it. She wants my demise, my damnation."

"Don't be silly. Talk to her tonight, and I'm sure everything will be fine."

That night, I did the unthinkable. I stopped running. I stopped cowering. I stopped hiding.

"What do you want?"

"Your life."

"I knew it! I told Alexis you wanted me dead. Who the fuck are you?!"

"You misunderstand me, Brother."

"Brother? I don't have a sister."

"You did. Our parents never told you about the twin girl they lost, did they?"

"No. I'm an only child."

"For 40 weeks, you weren't. We shared everything, Brother. We shared a womb. We shared a soul. But only one of us was strong enough to survive."

"But if you're dead...are you haunting me?"

"No. I am a part of you. When you were born and my body died, I linked my soul to you. I've been with you all this time."

"Why do you want me dead?"

"I don't. I don't want us to die, but I want to be alive."

"How is that possible?"

"You embrace me, and you and I become one."

"That's not possible."

"It is. I know in my soul that we can become one whole being in body. Haven't you felt it? All these years, something was missing? Did some part of you feel incomplete or out of place?"

"Yes. How do you know that? I've never told anyone that."

"I'm your twin, Ethan. I know you better than anyone in this world or the next. I'm that missing piece."

"Then why do I get this sense of malice and hate from you all the time?"

"How would you feel if you didn't have a body but a will to live? A yearning to breathe air and feel the earth under your feet. To hold someone, to be held by someone, to make love to someone, to be loved by someone; to be relegated to a shadow life and not feel those things is Hell. So, I was angry for a long time. Now, I know there is a way to have those things. Embrace me, Ethan."

"I don't...what happens to me if I embrace you?"

"We become one mind, one soul instead of two split in half."

"I would still be Ethan, and you would be?"

"I'm Emily. We would be one. Not Ethan and Emily, but something complete and whole for once. Don't send me back to the shadows, Big Brother. I can't stand that nightmare anymore."

"Big Brother?"

"You would've been by 4 minutes. Please, Ethan. Help me. Help us. Embrace me."

The sense of malice and hate was gone. All I felt was a pleading sorrow from my sister. I knew if I didn't embrace her, she'd hate me forever. I'd be damning her to a half-life trapped in my mind and never being free to live as she should have. She was right about not feeling whole and that something was missing. As I spoke with her, I felt that sense ease a bit. If I embraced her, maybe it would vanish.

"What kind of brother would I be if I didn't protect and embrace my little sister?"

I held out my arms and wrapped them around her. She was wrapped around me, and the sense of fear, damnation, torment, and banishment faded. Relief washed over me as I held her in my arms. I felt something else as I felt her mind and soul merge with mine—a sense of triumph.

"Emily, what's happening? What happened to my body?"

"You mean my body, now. You had 18 years to live. Now, it's my time, so I made some changes."

"I'm a girl."

"No, I'm a girl. You get to be the passenger this time. Don't worry, we've bonded. Soon, you'll merge into me. I'll have the memories and you'll fade away, like I almost did."

"You tricked me!"

"No, I gave you a choice. You choose this. Thank you, Big Brother. Your damnation is my deliverance."

"But Mom and Dad, Alexis, they'll remember me. They'll know."

"No, they won't. When you embraced me and let me gain control, the fabric of reality rewrote itself. I've always been here. Mommy and Daddy love their little girl. Alexis is the best BFF a girl could have. She's always my wingman."

"Wingman?"

"Look at me, Ethan. I'm always the Alpha. I always will be. Alexis is a beta, for sure. She won't mind my leftovers. Now, be a good big brother and go to sleep. I have a lifetime to catch up on."

"Good morning, Sweat Pea. How'd you sleep? Any more nightmares?"

"No, Daddy, I think the nightmares are going to disappear for good."

"Eden, that's great. Get ready for school. Chelsea will be here to pick you up soon."

"Thanks, Daddy. Love you."

"Love you, too, Sweat Pea."

"Eden?"

"I said Ethan and Emily would become one. Mommy and Daddy named me after paradise since that's what I bring them. They love their daughter.

I felt Ethan shrivel inside me. Daddy's obvious concern and care for me showed Ethan I was more treasured than he ever was. He would fade away quicker than I thought.

"Thanks for everything, Big Brother."

Nothing, just a faint echo and then silence.

[thehussargeneral]

Fontaine: Certainly, it is not an easy life, otherwise there would never be any shortage of recruits. But a senior officer rank, a knighthood and the Légion isn't exactly nothing to show for it, sir. All I got was the medal and a lonely, painful death in a foreign country.

Fontaine: If you would permit my opinion, sir, not all of us are born to be great in the way that our Generals are; it simply isn't possible, and to think of them as the only ones who have accomplished anything is useless and dangerous to morale.

He glances over at the commotion caused by the return of the dead men, then turns back to Demongin and continues.

Fontaine: None of us were born officers or soldiers, as much as it might sometimes appear so, and thanks to the Revolution we all had to prove ourselves to get to where we are. I may be only a Captain, but if I were not a Captain then I would still be labouring in a field, unknown to anyone and having done nothing to better myself. That would be to accomplish nothing.

Fontaine: It's all relative, sir, so instead of comparing myself to those destined for greater things than me, I think of it only as it relates to myself. I may not have gone far on an objective scale, but I made something of myself that I wouldn't be otherwise, while doing something honourable. And I am pleased with that.

Fontaine: You survived 29 years in the service - plenty don't, not even General Lasalle in the tent over there - and enjoyed a retirement. How many ranks does one go through to reach chef d'escadron from the ranks? Six? How many stories do you have for the young man who asks about your time campaigning? I suspect you have much more to show for yourself than you think.

At some point Bossin returns, having duly apologised to the horse, and Fontaine now leaves him alone. He does look over to the rather obviously written-off cuirass, noting some slight sizzling where the substance is thicker. It would be intriguing to watch if he did not know that it is actively eating away at the metal, but as he looks at it he's suddenly taken by an embarrassing feeling that he's spoken out of turn. It happens on most of the relatively rare occasions that he becomes so animated.

Fontaine: I apologise, sir, I've said too much. But I'd fail the Thirds miserably, I'm sure it's easy to guess.

General Kellermann, now confined to a cot in a darkened tent with the old Marshal beside him, sits up painfully, staring around him with a dazed expression, muttering a few words incoherently to his father before noticing Grandjean passing by and weakly calling for him. No one would fault him for not hearing it.

Eventually he can no longer resist the thoughts. He must return, although he hardly knows why, the compulsion seemingly having no reason. Sneaking out is rather simple, since he has done it so many times already, and quite soon he is on his horse.

He has heard discussion of the fog around General Lasalle's encampment, that it can take one to various parts of their life and death, and it seems that if he wills it enough, it might allow him onto the battlefield.

The beginning of Lasalle's domain is marked by the beginning of a dense pine forest. The constant obstacles do not deter him or his horse from the flat out gallop they maintain, barrelling straight towards the white void in the distance. But a gunshot interrupts, and although he continues to spur the horse it stops and turns towards the source of the noise.

It is a soldier, probably one of Lasalle's sentries. Of course he wouldn't leave the border unwatched, the General is a smarter man than that. For all he knows they probably saw him coming long before he even crossed over. The man tries to question him, but he becomes defensive, refuses to answer or cooperate and kicks his horse back into the gallop as soon as it will obey.

Lasalle will probably kill him when he finds out; he has had men shot for forcing his sentries, and he has never had any issues with treating anyone entering his domain as under his command. But his mind is not rational now, the only thought being how he can get back to the battlefield as soon as possible, and he'll get his wish soon as he disappears into white nothingness.

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

I've decided that Yorick isn't dead. I don't want him to be. So he's not. I decided it.

In the beautiful world that exists in my head, Kayne destroying Yorick's skull just unbinds Yorick and sets him free. That is the last thing tethering him to his role as Vanguard and it is gone so he has autonomy now, he can do what he wants forevers <33

[naomiknight-17]

How dare DS9 leave an episode on a 'to be continued' cliffhanger and then the next episode is NOT the continuation!??!

How dare. How can u do this to me

Yeah alternate-universe Sisko adventures are all well and good but we were right in the middle of Odo and Garak caught up in a Cardassian & Romulan plot against the Dominion hello!? Can we get back to that please?

Can we FOCUS

[beclight]

im known for being THE bec light fan of the fandom, so i feel like im in the right place to say this: YOU DO NOT OWN FANDOM CHARACTERS AND CANNOT PREVENT OTHER PEOPLE FROM LIKING THEM JUST AS MUCH AS YOU DO, and if that makes you uncomfortable (which is fine, and for any reason), THE THING TO DO IS BLOCK NOT HARASS THEM!!!!!!! ive seen too many ppl in this fandom disrespect others over DARING to say, even as a joke, that they're the number one fan of X character. If someone having the same favorite group of pixels as you genuinely angers you, to the point of feeling the need to insult them and having concerning thoughts about them, then maybe it is time to log off

[thevioletscout]

I have a weird question for the FL community and to be honest I'm not sure I should be asking at all, but I've been having a rough week and I want to get it out of the way.

Spoilers for Light Fingers and a specific ending under the cut.

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Soooo... How do we feel about fankids with Poor Edward? I ask because for the hell of it I did make a concept of what one might look like in picrew and tbh- I'm kinda in love with her. And I kinda wanna give her a more fleshed out design.

However before I get too excited, there is a LOT that would make this awkward. And I'm just going to get straight to the point; Edward being under the influence of a love potion makes the very existence of a kid kinda questionable. For the most part in the game's canon and fanworks it's easy to look past that since Poor Edward is so villainous by default it's hard to feel bad for him given he's forced the moon milk onto many such as Clara (my friend even mentioned that he was intending to use it on the player to stop their meddling) and overall its just an extension of that villainy since he uses the obsession with the player character to further torment them. So I kinda just wonder where we draw the line.

One thing I can definitely say is if this kid exists she has it rough. At the very least, Edward's been absent due to being stuck in Parabola. At worst though, he's actually had an influence on this kid.

EDIT: Thank you to all the support on this post. It's done a lot to ease my nerves. Since you've all mostly said you're down for this idea, I'll probably be drawing this kid soon just to show you guys what I had in mind.

I also didn't mean to imply that I thought I would get like hate mobbed. I just didn't want to be that one creator that took things too far, ya know?

[asgardian--angels]

....idk in a fandom this gigantic how are people already coalescing onto a handful of popular headcanons and scenarios that just become the baseline now, when the source material gives us literally limitless possibilities to work with

[t-u-i-t-c]

make me choose

touma kamiyama or rintaro shindo → touma kamiyama

[sysig]

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