#ts is NASTY i fear

[mimiiis]

Strangers (Remmick x Fem!Reader)

summary: “Dont talk to strangers or you might fall in love.”- Run away from home, you find yourself begging God to send someone who will love you.

warnings: 18+ mdni— !Not Proofread! , like a lot of religious trauma, heavy mentions/talk of death, death, mention of abuse, freaky ahh vampire, smut, sliight dry humping, boob play (?), munch Remmick, drool/saliva , piv sex, raw sex, creampie, blood, biting, blood sucking during sex, desperate and needy bitches, its a bit gorey and dark but nothing too much

word count: 14.5K

a/n: named after and inspired by the Ethel Cain song. I had a vision, blacked out, woke up to find about half of this written, then it took me two weeks to finish the rest 😔 Mostly because this is my first time writing smut! I hope it’s good as I’m still learning and trying to get the hang of it 😅!! This is lowkey also Nosferatu inspired but kinda of not? Idk, I hope you guys enjoy !!!

You don’t know how you found yourself out here. Alone in the dark, skin damp with sweat from the summer's humid and sticky air. Near an old dirt road, littered with flickering lightning bugs and the sounds of crickets singing throughout the tall grass and wheats. It was dead of night, when the only souls awake were creepers and those made of sin lurking within every shadow. The darkness surrounded you, covering you like a thick and heavy blanket under the night sky.

Your chest heaved, lungs burning and heels aching from how long you’ve been running. You could not even recall when you started running, so lost in your grief and guilt. At this point, you felt so far that you didn’t even care where you were going.

Adrenaline rushed through you, fighting and pushing back all the sadness and anger that wanted to burst up and out of your body. Your tears blinded you, eyes cast to the moon. You used her light as a beacon of hope, following and chasing its end for any kind of safety. Maybe it was the hot summer breeze, or simply your body burning from running for so long, but you swore you felt her rays cast a kind of warmth upon your skin.

You stared into the sky, combing through stars and clouds. Searching the high heavens for any kind of answer to where it was you were going. Distracted, dazed, and mind foggy, it all happened so fast. Just a second ago you were upright, head tilted high and unaware of the earth around you. But suddenly, it all came crashing into you at once. As if the world knew you were lost, it placed a rock in your path. You stepped on it without looking, only noticing when a sharp and jagged pain made its way through the sole of your foot. 

It made you fall, sending you flying through the air and landing onto the hard dirt floor. Pebbles and sharp sticks scrapped against the palms of your hands and knees, leaving the ache of parted skin and seeping blood in their path as you caught yourself.

You groaned, cussing out loud at the sudden fall. Your limbs were spread everywhere, cheek and forehead now resting against the ground and having scrapes of their own from the fall. Time had suddenly stopped, the wind no longer brushing your cheeks and the moon nowhere in sight. The realization sent a wave of panic through you. 

Your body begged for rest, but the pounding of your heart and mind yelled at you to keep moving. “I have to keep going,” you mumbled to yourself, quickly curling and lifting your body up until you sat on your knees. “I need to keep going.” The harsh burn of your lungs had finally caught up to you, leaving you dizzy and tired. You tried to collect yourself, to set your mind back into running but all that managed to come from it was the word where. 

Where were you going? 

The thought made everything stop. Your heart slowed its pounding, your breath began to steady, and the faint ache you felt in your heart exploded like a thousand tiny suns inside your chest.

What was your plan? You had run from home. Jumped out the window without a penny or scrap of clothing and didn’t think to look back. You just ran, fighting the feelings and consequences that now caught up to you in the middle of nowhere. Miles from home, you felt all the sadness and frustration you held on a tight leash being to break.

Your mama never understood, your papa didn’t care. No one else in the small town which you came from ever listened to you, they didn’t even want to look at you. So why did you run thinking they would come chasing? You thought they would send out the dogs. Wake every young man and boy to come looking for you when your mama realized you were no longer in bed. But the hours passed and you’ve heard no barks, no shouts of your names and haven’t even seen a single oil lamp since you left home. How foolish you are.

It all came crashing down and out at once. The sadness, the anger, and frustration that had been building up in your chest for years. It wracked into your body all at once, sending you crashing back down into the dirt with heavy sobs and whimpers. You were alone, always had been. But here, in the middle of a wheat field on a hot summer night, it was the first time you truly felt it.

Alone. The word rang like a bell throughout your body, twisting and digging itself deeper into the wound of your heart. A pain that had been there for so long and finally began to fester, infecting the rest of your body until it physically hurt. 

God, you’d been lonely for so long now, haven't you? 

As a girl, you remember praying for a friend. Someone to come and love and treat you like you were wanted. Someone to sweep you off of your feet, who would ride with you into the sunset for a happily ever after. Back then, you had so much faith in God. How delighted you felt to sit upon your bed and stare out into the night sky every single night. To softly clasp your hands together and talk to the Almighty. To whisper about your day and wants, hoping that he would answer, show you that he truly loved and listened to you. The years went by and you never made a friend, no one ever made you feel wanted. You prayed harder, begging to the point of tears for any kind of sign. But it never came. No one ever did. Not even God wanted you.

You haven't prayed in years. The desire to beg and pray to something you could not feel or see went away long ago. And yet, here, under the silver light of the moon, you felt yourself grasping onto any scraps of faith that were left in your body. Your hands began to clench together and your lips began to tremble. You were desperate, searching and clinging onto any kind of comfort the action brought to you.

 To who or what you prayed to– you did not care. As long as someone or something answered. 

“Please,” you whimpered like an injured dog,”Anyone.” 

“Come to me…” You whispered into the darkness, words so faint you could hardly hear them over the sniffles of your nose.

“Come to me,” You began to beg over sobs., whimpering the words over and over again between gasps. “Anyone… just save me. Show me I am loved.” Fat tears fell onto the earth as you bent over to place your head onto the dirt. All that you were is now gone, and all that's left is a scared little girl begging for a friend. 

In your desperation, you hadn’t a clue what you were calling for. Never believed in those dark spirits your mama and aunties warned you to be weary about. You did not know what was in the darkness and unknown. What it was that waited in the shadows. Had you known what would show up you would have never uttered the words. 

Out of all the prayers you ever muttered or begged, why did God choose to answer this one?

Of all the things to bring you, why him? 

☆

Minutes passed and exhaustion began to eat away at you. Sleep gnawed at your eyes and made you yawn, not caring about where you were. You stayed hunched over and on your knees, as still as a rock laying in wait. Tears still fell onto your cheeks, the feeling of hopelessness eating away at you.

You were sure you were going to die, letting your own misery and body eat away at itself until you were nothing but a shell. The only thing you could think of doing was to wallow in your shame and sadness, all you could focus on were the thoughts that ran through your mind. You were so lost within yourself you did not even realize that there was a man now standing next to you.

The sudden sound of the tall grass rustling made you look up, and the sight that you were met with made your blood go cold and had you jumping to collect yourself. 

He was pale, skin sweaty and glowing under the moonlight. His body was strong, compact and lined with soft muscles and broad shoulders. A white and blue striped button up clung to his body, suspenders coming from beneath his trousers and a glimmer of light caught on the necklace wrapped around his neck. His arms and body were bent in a surrendered position, palms away from his sides as if to show you he meant no harm. Your heart pounded from the fright his presence suddenly gave you. 

You hadn’t heard footsteps at all. Even in your state you surely would have heard the loud footsteps of a man his size. You almost blamed it on the loud chattering of crickets and cicadas, but when you listened you found that you heard none. As if the earth went silent, put on pause by the looming presence of the man before you. 

You looked up at him, still on the dirt floor. His face was strong, but with a kind of edged softness that made him seem less threatening. A soft half smile lingered on his lips, parted like he was waiting for you to ask something so he could reply. You didn’t, not yet. Did not know what to say. You were alone with a white man in the middle of a wheat field, in the dead of night– what could you even say?

The moonlight revealed him to you. Every fold and curve of his body, each wrinkle and twitch, you could see it all. All but his eyes. They were shrouded in darkness, a void of light and hidden beneath the shadows of his own face. It all felt wrong, too strange to be normal. 

Sweat dripped from your forehead as chills began to run up your spine. The sadness you were feeling was now long gone, fear creeping in slowly to take its place. You felt your mouth open, lips parting and searching for any words to say, but none came out. All you could muster up was the first thing that came to your mind.

“What’s a man doin’ out here…this late at night?” You managed to stutter out, voice hushed but loud enough for him to hear from the distance between you two. They were not the smartest words to say, but it was all you could manage to spit out . The hairs on your arm stood on their ends as you felt him look you up and down. 

The half smile of his lips formed a sly grin, and the sound of a chuckle escaped him. “It ain’t nun for you to worry ‘bout right now, darlin.” His voice and words were as smooth as honey. Velvet like and with a deep grumble that made you shiver. His words had no malice, in fact he said them as softly as a lover. “Was just walkin’ ‘round when I saw the path in the grass, followed it out here.” He began to step closer, as slow as a wolf stalking its prey. “What’s a sweet girl like you doin’ out here, all alone, at this hour? Hmmn?”

 Concern and kindness dripped in every word he spoke. He slowly bent down towards you, sitting on his haunches a meer foot away. You stared at him, holding in your breath. No man was ever this kind, such a thing didn’t exist. You followed every motion of his body, studying him and trying so hard to peer into his eyes. He was so close now, every dimple of his face and curl of his hair so close, merely a breath away. 

You should be terrified, start screaming and trying to defend yourself. Never talk to someone you don’t know, your mama always said. But he didn’t feel like a stranger, no. Despite the unease you felt being around him, he carried an air of comfort. A type of welcoming softness that made you want to spill all your secrets to him if he said the word. He looked like the type of man you woulda begged your mama to let you marry. He was rugged, hands thick and scarred from whatever labor he did. The sight of him made you shiver, in ways that were both good and bad. God, he was so close. When did he creep closer? 

“C’mon now… tell me what happened to ya, dove.” His hand was brushing your cheek, wiping away a tear that glistened atop your cheek. And that was it, the breaking point. With a single stroke, your fate was sealed the moment he touched you and spoke those words. It all came tumbling out from your lips. Incoherent and almost all mumbled together, the sobs that you had once stopped all came back from his kind words that were more than your poor and fragile heart could handle. 

“Mama and papa, they- they wanted to marry me to that ugly ugly man!” Tears began to blur your vision once more and your dusty bloody hands came to wipe them away. “He’s already had three wives. Beat all of ‘em senseless and left nasty bruises for the world to see after he took ‘em to bed. Then they all died in childbirth, along with the babies who were too big to even come out and take their first breaths… Oh those poor babies, sir.” You hiccuped between every sentence, struggling to catch your breath. 

“I don’t want that.. I couldn’t have that, I-i could never,” You leaned into his presence, “No one ever helped me, they never understood. I did what I had to, I swear.” You looked at him with pleading eyes, begging for any sign of understanding from him. Your cries steadied, the wave of immense guilt washing over you like a tide once you said the words aloud. Like a chain snapping free. You began to mutter something more, but he quickly shushed you.

His hands came up to cup your face, holding you as delicate as a flower. “Shh, It’s alright, it’s alright darlin’. You won’t need to be dealin’ with all ‘at any longer. I’m here, okay?” He holds your cheeks in his hands, face lining up with his. He was so close, you could feel your breaths mingling. His warmth seeped into you, deep into you as you stared into the dark void of his eyes. So dark, they practically absorbed all the light they came into contact with. They were as cold as an unforgiving winter, older and more rotten than everything you’ve ever seen before. 

It should have scared you, made you want to run and hide in the ends of the earth. But it didn’t. 

“I don’t know what to do now, sir.” You whispered, suddenly feeling so shy under his gaze. 

“T’s alright. I’m here, I’m here.” His voice was so low, you could feel the rumble in his chest as he spoke. It sent tingles up your spine and down between your legs. It was like a siren song, pulling you under the tide and sweeping you away. “I’ve come, I’m here. I’m all you need, you’re all I need.” The words come out like a mantra, repeating them over and over like he was trying to convince himself what he said was true.

He leaned in closer, placing his forehead against yours. You sighed and closed your eyes at the gesture, feeling his hands begin to wander down to your neck. Something about his hands so close to you made you want to run, to flee and escape the false sense of security you undoubtedly fell for. But you’d rather any false touch than return to the reality of what faced you outside of this moment. 

“You just needa feel good, sugar. I can make you feel good.” His tone was dripping with seduction now, each word feeling so sensual you weren’t sure if it was real. He shuts his mouth, moving in closer before placing his lips atop your cheeks, giving them soft butterfly kisses. Your eyes shut, lashes fluttering at the sweet sensation. You surrendered yourself to this unknown sweetness, not knowing it would damn you for all eternity. He kisses down your face, towards your neck, hands angling your neck back to expose more of the sensitive flesh. 

You feel his hands wander your body, gripping and searching for more exposed skin. And when he could not find any, his fingers made their way to the buttons on your blouse and began undoing them. His mouth latched onto your neck, leaving soft bites and long kisses along the base as he made his way further down. Your breath hitched at the sensation, a tiny whimper escaping from your throat and your hands came up to grip his shoulders. An attempt to ground yourself to earth, to this moment that felt like heaven hath come at last. 

Your body felt like it was on fire, hotter than any summer sun could make you feel. You were burning from the inside out, whimpering like a dog in heat when his hands exposed your chest to the soft night breeze. Ripping the fabric of your blouse, he squeezed the soft flesh of your bare breast. His calloused hands squeezed hard, fingers pinching at your nipple in such an achingly sweet way all you could do was arch your back. You wanted more, your body practically begged for it. You needed it. 

Your heart was pounding, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. He held you like if you were going to disappear in an instant, mouth stuck on you and kissing and licking all the flesh he could find.

You threw your head back, arms going limp as you surrendered yourself to the sweet pleasure he brought you. Flimsy scraps of clothing was all that separated you two from being flesh to flesh. Your soft moans and his groans filled the air, a symphony of damned and doomed souls not caring to hide this open, raw, and filthy desire. 

His mouth went further down, kissing along your collarbones and shoulders. His hand came back to your neck, holding it and craning it so you could still see him from the corners of your eye. His lips part from your skin, eyes looking up to search for yours. Drool dripped from the corners of his mouth, the bewildered and bewitched look in his eyes sent goose pimples rising all over your body. A wolfish grin formed after he took and savored the vision of your surrender. 

“I’ll try not to make it hurt.” He slowly whispered, diving back down to the junction of your shoulder and neck. By the time you realized what he said, it was already too late. A sharp and searing pain struck you, sending your body writhing and thrashing against him. You gasped, his soft grip had turned to iron as he pinned you down. You tried to cry, to scream, to fight and push him off but it was no use. You got yourself into this mess, how were you going to get out?

Stupid, stupid girl! The words your mother and father had screamed to you your whole life came rushing back to you. The little life you had lived flashed before your eyes, memories of being a girl and growing up. Soaking in the summer sun, hot meals on cold winter nights. Was this truly it? You felt the sticky liquid of blood begin to drip down your neck, sharp teeth biting and sinking into you. The man beside you groans into your skin, and you realize that this was it. 

You couldn’t even cry anymore, the exhaustion of your mind and body finally hitting you. This was it. Your sins had caught up to you and this was your punishment. You stopped fighting the moment you realized no one was coming to save you. God hadn’t come. Even at the end of your life, he sent no one to save you. 

Or maybe, he had. Maybe this cruel man sucking on your skin was really the angel of death. The sweet release he brought was your salvation. Lead you in with the feelings you always wanted to feel, the soft touch you always craved. Words were lost to you, but for some odd reason you wanted to thank the man. For ending your life, freeing you from the misery that shackled you onto this earth. But you felt so weak, so tired and just wanted to sleep. So you brought your hand to his cheek, your dirty bloody hand.

You caressed the side of his face, looking down at him as if you understood. He looked up at the sudden touch and met your gaze. And for a second, he stopped. His mouth parted from your skin, and he raised his head to meet yours once more. Shock seemed to choke him, making him forget what it was that he had been doing to gaze into your soul.

The moonlight glimmered and reflected in your eyes, all the sweetness your heart had left pouring out of them. You looked at him as if he had hung the stars, and in the darkness of his heart he felt a kernel of hope ignite. Familiarity, love, and something so old and forgotten that it no longer had a name struck him all at once– you could see the regret in his face. But it was too late. He began to mutter out some words, muddled as his grip fell soft once more and he tried to keep your eyes open. But it was no use. You shut them a few seconds later, succumbing to the darkness and exhaustion of your body, hoping to be far from this world when you opened your eyes.

But when you woke up, you were still here on earth. Still in that wheat field with your face in the ground with bloody hands and knees. It was around midday, when you felt a young man shaking you awake and pouring water down your throat. The summer sun had already burned your skin, making it feel tight and tender from how long you had been laying in it. Your memories flooded

back to you the instant you opened your eyes. You looked around frantically, heart pounding and breathing so heavily that the boy had to help calm you down. He explained how he found you, alone, saw no sign or trace of anyone else being here. You could’ve easily chosen to believe him–fall into a fantasy that the night was nothing but a dream. But the aching bruise and scar of teeth marks across your shoulder and breast made you remember it was real. His face, his hands, the tender kisses he gave you before he almost bled you to death. Even the look he gave you just before you passed out– all real.

You shook in terror, desperately trying to tell the young man your story. Unintelligible mumbles fell from your lips, he simply looked at you with understanding and gentle eyes. “It’s okay, Miss. How ‘bout we get you cleaned up and somewhere safe first?” Was all he said in response, quickly lifting you up and taking you away before you could say another word. 

You may have still been alive, breathing and blinking, but you knew that some part of you had died in that field. Marked for death and damned to hell, you knew he would come back for you. 

☆

5 years have gone by since that night. Your body grew into itself and the bruises healed, leaving only a faded scar behind. Your face was fuller, mind and soul grown into a woman that had finally made a place in the world for herself. You grew out of your timidness, taking what you wanted before anyone could steal it from you.

You found a home in a town west from where you had run from, living with an elderly woman who paid you to clean her home and keep her company. You made the young boy who found you your lover as well, snatched him up and made him promise to you that he’d never leave. He gave you a silver ring to place on your finger 2 years after being together. You finally had somewhere you belonged. You didn’t feel lonely anymore.

And after that night, you never allowed yourself to be. Never once let yourself wallow in pity or crawl back into the dark hole that led you here in the first place. But on the rare occasion when you would slip up and let the shadows creep in, you could feel him.

Shivers crept up your spine and made your hair stand each time you looked outside during the night. He followed where you went, stalked and waited for the day he could finally take you for his own once more. You could often feel him call you outside, singing a sweet melody meant for only you to hear. Sometimes you swore that the scar would begin to ache. Feeling like it would rip itself open and spill blood all over again, inviting him to come and finish the job. 

You knew what he was. A Vampire. A blood sucking demon. A human soul cursed and trapped inside of a dying body forever. Unable to walk in the sun, their hearts turning darker and more rotten with each passing year their bodies stayed on this earth. 

The old woman you lived with was superstitious, her house full of herbs and smelling of incense. She had been the one to tell you all of this. She knew secrets and the way the world worked. She would cast and brew spells that warded off evil every other moon. You liked to think that she kept you safe with them. Believed that she was the one that held him back from coming to you.

“If he had continued drinking, you would be one too.” She had once said, spilling the words over breakfast like it was nothing. But to you, they were everything. 

The words kept you up at night. Consuming your mind and every waking moment for weeks with the questions of What if? Was that the fate that awaited you? If he turned you, would your heart stop beating or would you still be able to feel its phantom pulse in your chest? How lonely was eternity? Were you ready to face it? At the time, they were all useless questions. Outlandish scenarios you convinced yourself would never come to fruit. 

But now, the old lady was dead. Her spells and magic were gone. The protection and security the woman brought to you had vanished. 

You confided in your lover with your worries, and he called you mad. He grew distant, never made love or kissed you anymore. You clung onto the scraps he gave you, convincing yourself it was all fine. Until one night, when he got up and left. You found out from the townsfolk he stole a case of booze and ran off. He took that silver ring with him too.

You spent the past few years building a life, then it all came crashing down on you. 

You started to feel like the girl in the field again. Cold and shivering. So lost and scared in a world that failed you time and time again.

Were you truly destined to be alone?

Your heart sunk into your chest, falling deep into the pit of your stomach, when something else began to take its place. Something so old and forgotten that it began to creep and crawl out of your throat, plaguing you with a truth you had been denying yourself of all along. 

You tried not to think about the way you cried and begged God to bring you someone who could love you. Made it a point to not even think about it. Embarrassed by the fact you felt so desperate enough to confide in Him. But for a long time, you truly believed it was your lover. You thought him to be heaven made, sent for you. His careful and sweet touch was just what you thought you needed. “He will never leave, he will always be here.” Words you would repeat over and over to soothe yourself. But he ended up leaving like you meant nothing to him.

You couldn’t ignore it anymore. The light was gone and the darkness stared at you dead in the eye. What you thought all those years ago was true then. That man who bit your neck and breast, the reason behind the scars and fear you carried with you all those years. He hadn’t marked you for death, he marked you as his.  

☆

You were always weak to your impulses. Ruling your body with feeling over logic. You did what felt right in the moment, not caring for the consequences. And now, at your most tired and lonesome, you weren’t going to make an exception. 

It was summer once more, and the familiarity of it all came rushing to you. Hot, humid air blew in the wind. The heat that had seeped into the earth during the day now rose up to greet the night, the sun's lingering presence not giving you a moment of peace. Every window of the house was open, welcoming the slight breeze that rustled the leaves outside. You sat on a pillow by the front door, leaning against the frame. You fanned yourself with a makeshift paper fan and breathed so slowly for fear of sweating if you moved too fast. You stared out into the sky, watching the last light of the sun fade away and dip into the earth before the stars came out to shine. 

Pink and blue hues began to color the world as the sun winked its final light, making a sudden pang of loneliness pull on your heartstrings. You had decided what you were going to do earlier that day. Felt no remorse or regret. But still, the sadness began to creep in and surprise you. Of all the things you could be feeling– fear, shame, or guilt– sadness was all that came to mind. Sadness and the worn out feeling of spending years waiting and molding yourself into what others wanted you to be. You changed and broke apart pieces of yourself to fit into a narrative that wasn’t even yours. Only for it to all crumble away within a month. You had nothing left to lose anymore. 

With a deep breath, you reached into your heart. Clung onto the desperation and small scrap of faith still hidden deep within your soul, and whispered the words you hadn’t dared to utter in years.

“Come to me.”

He didn’t take long to respond to your call. You closed your eyes only for a few seconds, and when you opened them, there he was. Walking through the tall grass, coming from the trees like he had been waiting for you to call. He walked like he owned the very ground he stepped on, purpose in his slow stride. The moon was out by now, shining in her full glory. She illuminated his path towards you, as if she knew where he belonged and led him there herself. 

He looked the same as he did in your dreams. Wearing the same thin cotton button up, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and unbuttoned at the top of his chest, exposing a dark colored tank top underneath and a gold necklace that clung onto his neck. He seemed disheveled, hair a mess and clothes wrinkled. Sweat dripped from his forehead, skin damp and making his clothes stick to his skin. Every curve and muscle contoured, you could see it all. 

He walked right up and onto the porch, the wood creaking and whining beneath him as he slowly made his way to the door. A smirk painted his lips when he saw you looking at him. So frightened, like a little lamb who called for her mother and instead ended up with a wolf at her door. Just as beautiful as when he’d last seen you. 

“Took you long enough, darlin.” His voice sounded just as sweet as you remembered. As gravely and thick as sugar. Your blood went cold at the sound. 

He was here. Truly here. Most nights you wondered if the light stubble of his chin and the soft expression of his eyes were things you had imagined, made up on the long nights you would think of him– but they weren’t. He was just how you remembered him, how you dreamed him. You weren’t sure what to say. You spent countless times imagining how this meeting would go. And here you were, mouth gone dry and at a loss for words.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come.” You managed to rasp out, voice catching and cracking slightly as you looked up at him. You were still sitting on the floor of the house, body curling into itself in response to your now pounding heart. 

That made him grin, “Now how could I ever resist you? Sweetest thing I’ve ever had,” He looked right into your soul, stripping you bare with just a glance, as he said the words. His eyes roamed over your body, tracing your curves over the thin nightgown you wore. “Sweetest thing to look at, couldn’t stay away. Wanted to come and take ya sooner, but the ol’ witch knew how to keep me away from you.” His voice sounded so soft, so gentle. The kind of tone you’d use to call a pet out of a hiding spot. “It was torture.” 

Shivers crawled up and down your spine, breath hitching and catching in your throat. He spoke the words so freely, so casually– like they weren’t dripping with sin. They made your back straighten, hands shake and stomach flutter. Had you been any smarter, you would have run inside, Locked the doors and shut the windows, waited him out until your own death came for you. But it was already here though, wasn’t it? Standing right in front of you with a smirk, ready to eat you right up. 

You knew that what he said was fake. A show and act put on and practiced to perfection just for you. It should've made you cower, rethinking your decision and push him away. But all you could think about was how it’s been so long since you last heard such sweet words. Spoken by a man who knew what he wanted, like he needed and craved you so badly he was starving. 

“You’ve been waitin’ for me too though, haven’t you sugar?” He hums, cocking his head to the side and swaying closer to the door. “Jus’ finally worked up the courage to ask for it.” He bends down, meeting you eye to eye. A large and almost nasty smirk decorticated his lips, flashes of teeth showing that made a cold sweat drip down your neck. 

“I know you thought about me every night.” His voice lowered, gaze darkening. The cold void of his eyes caught the light of the oil lamp hung above your door, consuming all its warmth. You could see yourself in the reflection, all wide eyed and pale with fear. “I did too, dreamt of you.” He got on his hands and knees, inching and crawling closer towards you. 

Something told you that he enjoyed it. “How I wished I could touch you again,” he groaned, the sound coming from deep within him. He reached out to touch you, hand shaking in excitement. His fingers came close to your cheek, the tips right about to graze the soft skin, before he flinched away. A hiss leaves him, shaking his hand and bearing his teeth from the sudden pain. If you listened closely, you swore you could hear a faint sizzle.

Ah, right. 

You had forgotten about that rule. The most important rule the old woman told you about his kind. He couldn’t touch you, not while you were inside of the house. Vampires weren’t allowed to enter homes unless invited. Weren’t allowed to cross the threshold and take everything that they wanted, when they wanted. To him, it was a minor setback. To you, you thought it was some kind of divine protection. At least, just for a moment. A few more minutes to live, time to muster up the courage and ask what you had been aching to for all those years. You would let him in sooner than later.  

He chuckles, lip curling back to flash the fangs of his teeth as he begins to soothe his hand. “You gon’ let me in or not, baby?” He says it inbetween a whiny little laugh, almost whimpering. The cool collectedness of his voice was starting to slip, pulling back to reveal a type of growing and longing desperation. The sound made your heart stutter, stomach leap, you don’t think you were supposed to hear it. “I came all this way.”

The way his eyes softened, lip pouting and body begging to hunch over, made you want to believe him. Take every word he says and let it fill your fragile little heart with the illusion that he loved you. Made you want to say the words that will ruin what was left of your life. You had to take a long, deep breath to collect yourself. 

“Not yet.” You reply softly, meeting his pleading gaze. 

You turned to sit up on your knees, mirroring his own position. Your back was straight in contrast to his, head shaking as you tried to muster up the little strength left inside of you to fight off the fear that crawled all over you. You were so close to the door, hands almost slipping across that invisible line he couldn't move past. 

So much time, so days and hours spent wondering what this meeting would be like. He had taken over your mind, your body, your very soul since that first night. He knew how to lure you out. His sweet words and voice, seduction rolling off of his tongue like syrup. Yet, looking at him now. Bent over, almost begging to have you– it may be what will break you. 

God, you wanted it so badly. To have that taste of delicious sin. Feel the high of life before crashing and plummeting to your death. Feel his hands roam and touch your body, lips pressing against your skin. Your very being ached for it.

But you couldn’t. Would not allow yourself to give into the pleasures you had longed for. Not after you spent years wondering over the reason you’re still here, the reason you even called him again. Your life, your death. 

You leaned in closer to the door, hands touching the warm wood below you. Eyes slanting, seducing him back as you asked, “Why didn’t you kill me?” 

You dragged the words out, making sure he heard each one. Soft and slow, like a blade against skin, cutting deep. You stared into his eyes, making sure you didn’t leave his sight. Though the longer you looked, you swore you felt a warmth grow inside of their relentless cold.

He blinked, brows furrowing at the words. Startled and taken aback, he leaned away from you ever so slightly. As if he had never expected you to ask that. In the perfected and practiced scenario of his mind, he never thought it a possibility. He almost looked hurt, face slowly falling and the polished act had begun to slip away. You hit a nerve. One you did not even know existed. 

“You had me in your palm. I was willin’, I was ready.” You continued when he did not answer, “I still am.” You inch closer, your turn to crawl to him. To the beast outside of your door. “What changed?”

If you were the lamb, and he the wolf– why did he looked absolutely terrified all of us sudden? Petrified. His eyes widened, staring at you.Trying to look right through you and your intentions. Like you found out something only he knew. He scrambled for a response, trying to figure out the game you began to play. 

“When you taste something so sweet, wouldn’t you wanna savor it?” He whispers through nervous chuckles. 

You frowned at his response. He was lying to you. You didn’t want anymore lies. You didn’t think that you deserved them. How much longer were you supposed to follow his rules, play his games. Even at the end of your life, as you handed yourself to him on a silver platter, why could he not just say things plainly?

“Don’t lie to me.” Annoyance and ire begin to bubble. 

“Not now. Not anymore,” But the feelings fell away as fast as they came, revealing and leaving you with the tiredness you’ve felt all along. “Please.” You whimpered, not wanting to fight for it anymore. 

The words fade into the night, leaving the two of you in silence. Lightning bugs flutter and flickered their lights in the darkness. Crickets string their song in the tall grass and in a nearby tree, a lone mourning dove sings. 

You weren’t sure for how long you were like that. On your hands and knees, looking and begging at him to tell you the truth. While his eyes pleaded and begged for you to grant him mercy. Both merely an inch apart, separated by a door frame and three little words.

You had always thought that vampires didn’t have hearts. That there was only a rotten and empty shell inside of their chest where a heart must have been instead. So, why could you hear his pounding? His chest rose and fell as he attempted to steady the relentless beat, but it would not stop thumping. Not while you were in front of him, not while you looked at him like that. 

You supposed that he never understood or grasped his own desperation for you until now. Didn’t know or acknowledge just how badly he wanted you. How could he resist you? The second you called, he came crawling. He’d crawl for miles if you asked. 

“You wanna know why I couldn’t kill you?” He speaks suddenly, voice sounding like a shout in the silence. “Why I couldn’t finish it?” He gulps, inching back to you. The desperation was still there, but he made it his own. He stared you down as you did him, and you could see that he was just as done with games as you were. You nod lightly, pursing your lips shut. He rises from his position, sitting back on his knees to tower over you. 

“Caue of that..” He takes a deep breath. “Cause of that damned look you gave me.” He sighs, almost embarrassed to admit it. 

The words confused you, sending you down a spiral of questions in your mind. He answers them before you can even ask. 

“The look you gave me, right before ya fell asleep.” Ah.

You had forgotten that. Forgotten the way you thought he was your savior and looked at him like so. Like he hung the stars, like he was the first person to have ever loved you. With a mouth and face full of blood, you thought that the angel of death was sent to collect you. You would’ve never have thought to see your angel begging for you outside of your door.   

“No one’s looked at me like that. Not for a long time. Made me realize something. The reason I was able to feel you, to know you needed me.” The words sent a chill down your spine, and you felt your cheeks heat. Your breath caught, eyes widening and you saw him reach his hand towards you once more. 

“You’re mine darlin’. You’ve been mine for longer than you’ve known.” His fingertips brushed against your cheek, caressing the skin so lightly you weren’t even sure that he was. “You feel like sunlight.” Passion and defeat dripped in every word he spoke. He knew what it was he felt, he didn’t need to convince himself of it anymore. 

You’re sure that you heart was trying to escape from your chest. Pounding at your ribs, sending all the blood of your body to your head and face. You felt your hands shake, knees wobbling and every inch of you felt like it was burning. So hot, the summer heat and his touch only made you feel hotter. Your mouth went dry, and your eyes still hadn’t left his. 

He told the truth. The whole hearted, raw and bloodied truth. The rot and cold in his eyes fell away, and beneath it just lay a man. He looked so human.

“How could I kill the one thing that feels like sunlight?” He whispered so softly. You felt your chest and something so deep inside of you begin to ache at the words.

His hand wiped a stray tear you didn't even know had fallen. And just like before, your fate was sealed with just one touch and a few sweet words.

You knew what awaited you if you let him in. The death that you’re sure would’ve still followed even after this. Yet, you did not care. You’ve been waiting for each other for a long time now. Longer than either of you could recall. You needed him, the same way he needed you. Even in life, even in death.

“Come to me.” You whispered once more, and the spell keeping you from him broke. 

He crawled to you like a starved man, ready to pounce and devour the feast set before him. 

He kissed you so fast, so desperately, it took a second for you to realize that his lips were on yours. 

At the taste of you, a deep groan escaped him. You felt pure, sweet, just like before. Tasting like a sweet summer wine made just for him to devour. It had his head spinning, arms wrapping around your back to pull you against him. Holding your body close, feeling and groping all he could to make sure you were real. 

You felt your heart pound faster than before, surely  making its way through your skin and out of your chest by now. You could feel it leap out of you, along with all sense and reason. 

From the way he kissed you, the way his hands wandered and linger over your body, you knew he meant to devour. Could feel the way he meant to consume your very heart and soul from the inside out. Your body and mind surrendered into his touch, having been no longer yours since the second he came crawling back to you. You felt your knees ache, shaking and going numb from the surge of pleasure that began to spread throughout your body. 

He was the spark that reignited an old flame deep inside of you. One that had died out the second your old lover left you.

You kissed him deeper, hands grasping at his arms like some kind of tether to the world. Holding you up and pulling you closer, chest to chest like you were trying to stick yourself onto him. 

They wandered up, feeling and caressing the soft muscles of his shoulders beneath the thin cotton of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. He felt like fire in the summer heat, burning you with every graze. 

Your hands soon find purchase in his hair. Fingertips running and combing through the soft locks, lightly grasping at small bunches. It tickled, sending shivers down his spine and forming goosebumps down his body from the way you pulled and clung onto him. It made his cock twitch. 

He hummed, mouth parting from yours to let out a soft chuckle and moan. A small trail of spit clung onto both of your lips, connecting you for a second more before breaking off and dripping down your chest. You gasped for breath, chest heaving in time with his own— panting likes dogs. Breathing so heavily, it left you lightheaded. You didn’t know where he started and you ended anymore. 

Waves of pleasure washed over you, crawling down your back and in between your thighs with the sweat that dampened your flesh. It made the fabric of your nightgown stick to you like a second skin, the feeling growing more uncomfortable and irritating by the second. It hugged your curves, bunching around your hips and thighs until it felt like you were being covered in heavier layers. 

A whine left your throat, sweet and high pitched from the way you felt his hands begin to roam down your body. Feeling you up, caressing all the bare skin he could find until all that was left to touch was the thin fabric. Thick hands stopped at your thighs, playing with the ends of the dress, running calloused fingers across the soft sensitive tops and stopping right before the place where your thighs met. 

You looked up at him, eyes pleading and begging him to undress you. To take you. Help you with the growing ache that grew in your cunt. 

You swore you felt like you were going to die. Body shaking and searching for any type of release. All you could feel, see, hear, or even think of was him. The smooth, deep musk of his body filled your nose. He smelled like pinewood and salt, tasted like iron and whiskey.  The low groans and moans that rose from within his chest shook you, the vibrations running down deeper than you would’ve thought they could. 

He had barely begun to touch you, and you were already drunk off of his very being. 

Thoughtlessly, your hips began to rut against the knee he had placed between your thighs. Having spread them and sat you over his lap when he began to kiss you. The fabric of his trousers was rough and coarse, but if you angled your hips a certain way— it felt like bliss. You grinded against his thigh, swaying back and forth as your fingers dug deep into the skin of his shoulders. Nail forming tiny crescent moons, trying to hold him still as you used him. 

The feeling of it was electric, fire coursing and flowing through your veins with every move and touch. It was in your bones. So strong and consuming. You’ve never felt this way before. 

If your mother could see you now, she’d damn you to hell twice over. Shout and call you words that a good church lady should never even know. It wouldn’t have mattered, couldn’t find it in you to care. You gave yourself to the devil long ago, ached for him to swallow you whole. 

“Poor baby,” He teases breathlessly, a smirk making his way onto his lips at your display. “Really need me that much, do ya?” His lips were at your ear, licking and biting the shell softly. His hands came to your hips, gripping at them to stop your frantic movements.  

You whined, but quickly nodded in response, all too eager. The reaction made him laugh, mouth moving down your cheek. 

“T’s alright, I’m here to make you feel good.” He whispered against your skin, before diving back in to kiss your lips. 

It was softer this time. Slower, more tender. His head dipped into yours, lips meeting in a soft sweet peck. He closed his eyes, hands crawling back up your hips before gently laying you down. The hard wooden floor hit your back, the smoothness of the boards cold against your skin. Time seemed to slow down at the sudden softness of his actions, the pulsing want of your body burning down into soft embers. 

He wanted to enjoy it now. Savor every bit and taste he took of you. No longer rushed, he realized you weren’t going anywhere. 

He kissed along your mouth, wandering down slowly to your chin and softly to your neck. Your head tilted back, exposing the sensitive skin for him to breathe in. Your skin was salty, tongue darting out to taste and lick along the lines of your collarbones as he made his way closer and closer to the junction between your shoulder and neck. Your blood was pulsing, rushing and filling each part he dared to touch. 

His hands roamed your waist, rising to grope at your breasts. He took them in his hands, feeling your heartbeat through the fat, before giving them a soft squeeze that had you moaning. Your back arched at the touch, and you had to bite your lip shut. Your nerves felt like frayed wires, everything a thousand times sensitive. Every feeling and sensation heightened in a way that had you reeling. You could feel the wetness between your thighs grow, legs starting to shake and wanting to rut against him once again. 

His lips finally made their way to your shoulders, kissing every throbbing pulse point he could find. His teeth grazed your skin, lightly biting and sucking. 

He left your chest, hands coming up to pull the flimsy straps of your night dress down. He yanked on the fabric, pulling it down so harshly that it ended up tearing right down the middle. Revealing your skin to the night breeze, your breasts and stomach clear for him to see.

On instinct, your arms moved swiftly in an attempt to cover up yourself. Embarrassment leaving your cheeks hot from the sudden exposure which came all too quick. He grabbed you by the wrists before you could even place a hand on yourself, a faux frown forming on his lips as he raised his head to look at you. Eyes wandering over your naked body, taking in every curve. 

“Ain’t no hiding from me, sugar.” He whispered hoarsely, a possessive tone beneath the words.He placed your hands to your side with force. Keep them there. 

“It's all mine anyways.” 

He dove back in quickly, meeting your breasts again. His calloused fingers were rough against the soft and plush flesh. Your nipples hardened, aching for attention in the cold air. When he took note of them, he wasted no time. Pinching and flicking at the sensitive buds, you let out an almost whimper like moan. A whiny, needy, little noise that came from the back of your throat. The sound had his cock leaking with want. 

He brought his mouth down, gently sucking one in between his lips. His tongue rolled over the bud, circling so softly it felt faint. Spit rolled down between the valley of your breasts as he moved onto the neglected one. He sucked just as softly, and you felt your desire leak. 

You pulled at his clothes, trying to tear the wrinkled shirt off of him. You wanted him naked, skin bare and flush against yours. You needed to feel him. Craved his warmth. You clawed at him, hips bucking and back arching until he got the hint.

He raised himself up, messily undoing the buttons of the shirt before throwing it off and behind him. He glistened in the moonlight, the paleness of his skin glowing with the thin layer of sweat that clung to his skin. The sight of his broad shoulders and soft muscles made your skin crawl, hands going numb and pulling away. You stared at him dumbfoundedly, like he really did hang the moon and stars.

You had never really looked or took in the male form before. When your old lover would have you, your face was always stuffed in the pillows or pressed against his head. Blind to his body, you always pictured him clothed even when he was bare and pressed against you. 

But now, looking up at this man, you realized why a woman would crave sin so badly. The way his muscles flexed with every move, the lines that contoured his chest and stomach— going all the down, down, down, to his hips. Your eyes lingered at the small patch of hair that trailed from his belly and disappeared from beneath his pants. The sight made your knees weak.  

You squeezed your thighs, taking in a shaky breath. You met his eyes once more, and behind them saw a cool darkness. Focused, pupils red and burning with lust as he admired the sight of you.

He tore the remaining scraps of your nightgown, leaving you naked as the day you were born. Body free and open for only him to see, his eyes wandered and explored every part of you. Taking in every fold, every birthmark, dimple, and scar that littered your body. 

His hands felt across your skin, squeezing and making their way across the smooth expanse so slowly. Down your thighs, up to your stomach, between your chest, caressing and worshiping every inch he touched. And where his hands went, so did his lips. He leaned his head down, kissing and licking his way up your body, savoring the taste and smell of desire that exuded off of you. 

He came up so slowly, planting open mouth kisses across your collarbones and neck. Leaving a hot, wet trail behind. His lips smiled at every squirm and whimper that left you, mouth coming to bite and kiss your puffy lips. 

Deep and harsh, you felt his tongue push past and into your mouth. Drool and saliva dripped from the corners, smudging over your cheeks and falling onto your chest. It had you gripping at his shoulders, gasping for breath with every break of your lips. Your cheeks felt so hot, like a fever has come down on you. He parted for a few seconds , breathing in the air you exhaled, before you felt a sharp sting at your bottom lip.

You winced, eyes blinking shut and brows furrowing at the sudden pain. A dullness spread throughout your skin, and suddenly the taste of iron and a thick substance melts into your mouth. Blood. 

Your eyes opened, searching for his own to find him looking right at you. A smirk decorated his lips, blood smeared all over him like it was rouge. The deep crimson color was stark against his skin, shining in the light as you looked at him. The sight made a small sense of panic crawl up your back, pleasure starting to slowly to creep away. 

He seemed to notice, quickly moving back into you

and sucking at the small puncture wound he created. He groaned, hips grinding against your core as he kissed you harder. You could feel his hard throb against your thigh, a small wet patch forming where the head rested. The action made all doubt melt away. 

You shuttered, body going limp in his arms. 

“That’s right,” he slurs against you, “Just let me handle it, yeah?” His voice was soft, almost reassuring as you felt him push away. His hands grabbed at your thighs, strong hands gripping the flesh as he parted them slowly. “Let me take care of you.” 

He slid down your body, lips kissing and mouthing along your skin once more. He left small bites and a faint trail of blood everywhere he touched. You arched into the sensation. He went lower than before, kissing down your stomach onto your pubic bone before he was face to face with your cunt. 

He laid his head between your thighs, hands holding the flesh of where your thigh and ass met in an iron grip. He moaned by simply looking at you. You could feel his burning gaze, closely watching the way your arousal and pleasure dripped out of you. 

You wanted to close your legs shut from embarrassment, a whimper leaving you as you felt his breath on the wetness that coated your folds. You bucked your hips, incoherent pleas and whiny little begs leaving your mouth. 

Your movement only made his grip tighten. His brows furrowed, sending you a glare. 

He tuts, playfully shaking his head and scolding you like a child. “If you can’t wait, I won’t do it at all.” He threatens, voice dripping with lies. God he wanted you. Craved you. He believed that if he went one more second without tasting the sweetness of your cunt he was sure he was going to die. 

“No, please,” You immediately begin to beg, “I’ll be good, I’ll be good.” You stutter over your words, head shaking and eyes glistening with tears as you look down at him. “Please.”

He grins in amusement at the display, watching you squirm beneath him. He took it in, all your desperation and neediness. The way you still slightly bucked your hips into him, your fingers gripping and clawing at the wood beneath you. 

You were right under his thumb. All his.

“Mmn, good girl.” He whispers huskily, softly nodding his head before leaning in to kiss your cunt. It was a small, faint peck. But the touch had your head dipping back with pleasure. 

His hand came around, rubbing two fingers over your lips. He gathered your wetness, smearing the stickiness all over before parting your folds. He spread you open, fingers caressing and exploring the tender skin before dipping down to tease your hole. The feeling had you shivering, a pathetic little whine escaping your throat as you felt his fingers suddenly push inside of you. 

Thick and long, his digits filled you up entirely. Your cunt clenched around them, gushing when he entered you. Your eyes squeezed shut, softs gasps escaping your lips at the feeling. He filled you so sweetly, almost entirely. 

You were so tight. Hole aching and throbbing around him. Heat spread over your body, pleasure filling and taking over every thought and sensation as he touched you. 

You could feel your wetness drip out of you and onto his skin, a light squelching noise coming from between your thighs as he began to thrust in and out of you. Your face went hot, almost going lightheaded from the overwhelming feeling.

Deep and soft, his fingers curled and stretched you out. Loosening you up, pulling you apart and picking you back up again. They touched and prodded at your sweet spot, teasing you like he already knew you from the inside out. 

Your gasps got louder, turning into soft breathy moans. Your hips began chasing his touch, trying to keep up and follow his pace for more.

His mouth latched onto your clit, tongue swirling over the sensitive bud. Sucking and licking at it so softly that each flick sent a chill crawling up your back. You arch, nipples hardening and sweat dripping down your skin as you try so hard not to close your thighs. 

 He lapped at your arousal hungrily, licking up all that flowed out if you like one would to a melting ice cream cone. He moaned into your cunt with each taste. 

He drank it all up, fingers curling and beckoning more of that sweetness out of you. It was like the tastiest honey, dripping and flowing just for him. You were sweeter than any human blood could be, more addictive than any booze or drug. He couldn’t get enough. 

Your fingers ran through his hair, pulling at his locks in a sad attempt to pull him away. But you were too weak, muscles having gone numb the second you felt him suck on your bundle of nerves. He took all your strength, taking it for himself as well as every other thought that filled your head. 

You ended up pulling him closer to you, hand guiding him into a smooth rhythm as he continued to eat you out.  

It almost felt like a dance, the way he loved. He would start off soft and slow, fingers and mouth lapping and thrusting into you like he was the world's sweetest lover. Kissing and touching all your sweet spots, whimpering against your skin like he had wanted nothing else in the world. 

Only to switch it up suddenly. Start sucking so harshly that you could feel the pleasure in your fingertips. Fingers thrusting so fast you could feel yourself spill over his palm, that nasty wet sound getting louder until you were crying from embarrassment. Tears stained your cheeks as you moaned in pleasure with each movement. 

His movements were unpredictable, slowing and speeding whenever he felt like it. He took in every moan and shake of your body, greedily trying to pull out as much as he could. 

It was beginning to feel like too much. The way his hand gripped at your skin, pulling you closer so he could taste you deeper. His nails were digging in so deep you swore you felt the skin puncture, small droplets of blood forming at the tiny tears. 

His mouth and chin were wet, dripping with your desire. He would hardly part from you, only doing so to take in a deep breath and dive back in. He groaned and moaned loudly into your cunt, the vibrations settling deep inside of you. His eyes were closed in bliss, brows furrowed in concentration as he continued his assault. 

Pleasure began to boil over, a burning sensation filling your chest and lower abdomen. Waves lapped at your core, beckoning you to fall apart and let go. You felt your body shake, hips desperately chasing his mouth for relief. 

You clench around his fingers, back arching and fingers pulling at his soft locks in an attempt to keep his mouth on you. You got wetter by the second, hole spasming with each thrust and lick he continued to give you. 

You were so close, loud moans escaping your lips as you inched closer and closer to the edge. You were going to fall, tip over into the sweet abyss of relief, until he pulled away.  

Stopping all motion and movement, he basically forced himself off of you. Fingers slipping out and mouth moving away, he left you high and dry. 

Incoherent mumbles fell from your lips, cries and begs pleading for more tumbled off of your tongue. You chased his touch, hands searching for his face or shoulders but he had already pulled away. 

He sat up, panting like a dog as he stared down at the sight of you. Legs spread wide, body covered in a thin sheet of sweat, lips still bloody from his bite and the trail he left over your skin. He wanted to let you finish, he really did. To taste your release on his tongue, lick it up until the very last drop and hear your sweet little voice pitch and whine for him. But his cock was too hard, aching and dripping with need for you. It twitched in his pants, so close to spilling from the mere act of him tasting you. He couldn’t take it anymore. 

He gulps, settling himself between your legs and laying over your body. His hands touch you once more, groping at your waist and breast before grabbing  your chin. He makes you look at him, eyes half lidded and filled with tears as he kisses you. 

“Need you baby,” He moans into you, lips wandering over your face. From your cheeks, to your temple, and down your chin. You humm, hands grasping at his shoulder until he slips back away. “Need you so bad.” His voice is nothing short of a whimper. Raspy and thick with desire, it sounds like a cry from deep within his chest. 

His hands let you go, rushing to unbuckle his pants. You watch him fumble with the belt, groaning at his shaking hands for not staying still. Excitement fills him the second he's able to actually pull his cock out, sighing in relief when it escapes the confines of his pants. 

It bobs a bit when he pulls it out. Thick and achingly hard, the tip leaks with a stickiness that drips from his head. It's heavy, a soft pink with a nice long viens that starts at the base and makes its way to the very top. He moans when he wraps his hand around himself, stroking the member and spreading his own need over himself. 

He aims it down, dipping the cockhead between your folds. Teasing and rubbing himself full of your wetness, he nudges at your clit. You whimper, closing your eyes as he teases you. He rubs himself all over, fucking your lips and coating every inch with your slick until he finally nudges the head against your hole.

You’re shaking by now. Vision white and blurred as you whimper and whine beneath him. He grabs your hips, holding you tight and steady. Drool drips from the corners of his chin, falling onto your lower belly. He groans, taking in a deep breath before finally inserting himself inside of you. 

It’s filthy, the way both you moan and whimper when you feel each other. His cock stretches you out, the ache of it easing into pleasure as you adjust to his size. Your warmth envelopes him, clenching tightly and he whines at the feeling. You're panting, catching the breath that left your lungs while you feel him all around you. 

He gives you a few more seconds to adjust, before moving his hips. 

Slowly, he moves back and forth. Pushing in and out at a steady pace. His eyes are closed shut, mouth slightly parted as he tries to control himself. His grip is iron on you once more, knuckles white and nails digging in as he holds back. 

He wanted to savour it, take in and absorb every second of this into his memory. Your breathy little moans, the way his cock throbs inside of you, the way your back arches and head tilts back. You felt like heaven, sunlight, and every other divine feeling that had been out of his reach for hundreds of years. 

He leans in closer, chest pressing against yours as he thrust in deeper. Filling you up to the hilt, his cock reaching a place you didn't even know a man could touch. 

You feel him in your stomach, the weight of him inside of you. The way the tip kissed your cervix and nudged at your sweet spot each time he moved had your eyes rolling into the sockets. Every movement he made was like he was plucking at the strings of your nerves, already raw and overstimulated. 

Your hands claw at his back, leaving tender scratches across his skin. Your legs wrap themselves around his waist, pulling him in deeper. Your skin is pressed against his. Chest to chest and he covers your body like a blanket. Placing all his weight over you and trapping you underneath him. 

He moans like a bitch in heat from just being inside of you. Louder than you have been the whole night, his body so sensitive and overwhelmed from just feeling your heat. 

He pulls his hips back, leaving just his tip inside before gradually filling you back up. His cock is thick, leaving you feeling like he’s splitting you in half with each thrust. 

Your arousal coats both of you, a loud squelching sound coming from where the two of you meet. It's everywhere, coating the inside of your thighs and his own. You even feel it drip down your ass. Utter embarrassment fills you at the way he slides in so easily, body showing just how much it wants him. 

You can feel your cunt clenching around his cock. Keeping him close and not wanting to let him go. 

You lift your hips to meet his, following where his length went to keep him inside no matter what. 

“Yeah, darlin, just like that.” He mewls when he feels you start to move with him. He lets out a sigh from deep within his chest, the rumble of it makes you gasp. You could feel it inside of you, everywhere and all around. 

You lips meet his, kissing desperately and messily as he keeps fucking into you. 

His pace begins to grow faster, needier. Hips starting to slam into you. His balls slap against your ass, heavy and full of cum with each brutal thrust. You're both moaning into each others mouths, 

He groans into your skin, breathing your scent in. 

“So good, f-fuck- dreamt of this pussy baby.” He whines, licking up your cheek and down your neck. 

“She’s grippin me real tight, knows who she belongs to.” He’s hardly moving his hips anymore. Just desperately humping and grinding into your cunt— not wanting to part from your wet warmth. 

Your head is tilted back in pleasure, exposing the long expanse of your neck and collarbones. You looked so beautiful beneath him. The way you writhed and whimpered in his hold. Eyes all teary and looking up at him with need. 

“Mnh, You and I gon’ be together forever, right darlin?” He whimpers into your skin, sucking a love bite into a pulse point at the side of your neck. It makes your body bolt, frantically nodding your head and whispering little “yes”es out like a prayer. 

“Yeah, just like we was meant to be.” He kisses lower down, passing and licking at your collarbones before coming to the junction where your shoulder and neck met. 

He had seen it the second he walked up to you,  the scar.

It was only a small mark, healed and lighter than the rest of your body. It had a wrinkly texture, looking a bit mangled from the way your flesh melded itself back together. It was in the shape of an oval, faint little holes circling it that made it look like someone tried to chew and rip the skin off. The way an apple looks when you bite it. Clear punctures of teeth. 

The scar from when he bit you. 

“Really left my mark on you, didn’t I?” He hums against the skin, kissing it so tenderly you almost didn’t feel it with the way he was fucking you. 

In more ways than one, you wanted to reply. But your mouth was dry, throat hoarse from the moans he kept dragging out of you. You wanted to run your fingers through his hair, kiss his forehead, and pull him even closer to you until your bodies basically melted together. But all strength left you. Gone along with your mind, solely focused on the way he touched and made you feel. 

So you said nothing, did nothing, but let out a high pitched cry when you felt him bite you. 

Sharp teeth tore through your flesh, opening the scar anew. You could feel him groan in delight, cock twitching inside of you as he started to suck your blood. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, pure bliss on his tongue as he tasted you. 

It awoke a primal urge inside of him, taking over his very mind and controlling his body. You were his, and he needed the world to know that. To mark you up and claim you as his in any way possible. He grew harder at the thought, pounding your poor pussy faster and biting you harder. 

Pain ran through your body, teeth grinding and hissing at the sensation that spread throughout your shoulder. You wanted to shout, tears falling from the corners of your eyes at the overwhelming sensations that took hold of you. 

Blood spurt from your neck, dripping down onto your breasts over your body. You could feel the burning heat of it flowing across your skin. The thick liquid went down to where your body met his, chests covered in the sticky crimson as he continued to eat away at you. 

His mouth was stuck on the wound, lips wrapped and suctioning around it as he drank up all that he could. His chin was covered with you, licking at your shoulder the same way he had your cunt. 

His cock dragged itself over your sweet spots, nudging and fucking your walls with a passion so intense it had you seeing stars. You could feel your body betray you, cunt clenching and fluttering around him so tightly like it was scared to let him go. 

The mixture of pain and pleasure soon started melting together, leaving only a euphoric sensation humming throughout your body. The ache of your shoulder began to dull, fading into a numbness that left every other feeling heightened. 

It shouldn’t have felt this good. The way he kept rutting into you, sucking and fucking you over a ledge and into oblivion.

His hips were flush against your, the thick hairs above the base of his length brushing and stimulating your clit. 

His mouth leaves your neck, blood dripping down his chin as he goes to kiss you. Red paints your lips, and you can taste the bitter iron of it all over. You whine, feeling him whimper and suck at your tongue. It's all messy, filthy, and so disgustingly erotic than anything else you’ve ever experienced. 

You can feel the knot of your stomach begin to tighten once more, walls fluttering around his length. You flutter around him, wetness dripping out to coat both of you and the obscene sound of it has your head spinning. 

He feels your release ready to take over you and he fastens his pace slightly. A needy little whine escapes your throat, breath catching.

“Hah- Need you, baby.” He moans into your mouth, hands gripping your shoulder to keep you in one place. “Need you so bad.” He’s close too, hips rutting desperately into you, balls tightening and threatening to spill. 

“Say you need me too.” He almost cries, movements beginning to stutter.  He’s begging for it, repeating the words into your skin over and over. Like if you said it it meant this was real. You felt so good, too good— he thought that he finally reached heaven. 

“Need you, need you.” You breathlessly managed to gasp, fingers clawing at the tender skin of his back. 

With one harsh thrust, you feel yourself falling over the edge. Waves of pleasure envelope you, drowning until white blurs your vision. Your body shakes, going numb at the feeling of his own spend filling you up. 

He lets out a wanton moan, finally cumming deep inside of you. His hips continue to rutt into you, working through both of your orgasms as he empties his balls into you. His body collapses over yours, his weight crushing you as he groans and bottoms out. 

You can feel it start to drip out of you, a white ringlet forming around his base as he finally slows his relentless pace. It's thick and needy, like he deprived himself of release for so long until he was able to give it to you. You gush all over him, walls fluttering and taking all that he gave you. 

Emotions rush through you as you come down. Delight and bliss, relief and happiness fill your chest. You’re breathing so heavily, mind and body becoming exhausted from the way he took you. You could feel yourself growing tired, the rush of adrenaline passing over. 

In its place, a strange cold began to set in. Your fingertips and toes turned numb. It pulled at your mind, whisking away all strength and energy. Your eyes grew heavy, threatening to shut. 

The familiar song of sleep called to you. Lulling you in with her sweet melody. 

You wanted nothing more than to succumb to the darkness. Wrap yourself in its embrace and not feel anything else. And you were going to. So close to falling over and closing your eyes.

But then you felt his hand come to your cheek.

Warm, wet, and sticky. It brought you back to life. 

You suddenly became aware of your blood on your skin, already beginning to dry and crust along your skin. It covered you like a thin layer of sweat, painting you red. You could feel the wound of your shoulder ache, throbbing softly as it slowly stopped bleeding. 

Right. He had bitten you. Ripped and tore your flesh with his teeth, marking you as his own. 

You were dying. 

His fingers grabbed at your chin, softly turning your head to his. His eyes glowed faintly, a deep red piercing into the veil of your soul. You were already naked. Body and soul having been torn apart and stripped to your very core by his own hands– yet his gaze had you feeling embarrassed. It felt so intimate, full of a love you’ve never seen before. Your heart ached at the feeling. 

“Fallin’ asleep?” He asks in a whisper, soft smile flashing his sharp teeth. They were full of blood, the pearly whites now a deep crimson. 

You nod lightly, eyes blurry as you look up at him.

From this angle, he looked like something heavenly. Moonlight covered his skin, surrounding him in a faint glow. The lamp above your door gave off a ringlet of warm light, his head centered around it in a way that made it look like a crown. Your blood covered his mouth and chest, all messy and filthy. A glimpse into the ravenous beast he truly was. 

The sight should be terrifying, have you crying and saying your prayers. But all you could think of was how beautiful he looked. Unearthly. Your angel of death. 

Your weak response made him chuckle, leaning down to plant a kiss on your cheek. 

The cold you had felt started to settle into your bones, making you shiver in the summer heat.

His lips wandered to yours, kissing you with a softness that almost hurt. 

“Am I dying?” You croak out. Your voice was quiet, so low and hoarse you weren’t even sure you said the words. It was a silly question, one you already knew the answer to. But asking made you feel better for some reason. Made it feel real. 

He parted from you, eyes softening and brows furrowing with concern. His hand moved to your forehead, wiping away the hair and sweat that had stuck to your skin. The feeling brought you comfort, you leaned into his touch. 

“It’s only for a bit. You’ll be with me before you know it.” His response is sweet. Holding no trace of malice or lies. 

Be with me, the words echoed throughout your head. 

What was left of your mind struggled to understand the words, unsure of what being with him meant. Until it all hit you at once.  

Oh, so this is what it felt like. 

The feeling you had been running from since the day you met him. The feeling you were always told to be terrified of as a girl. The feeling you now embrace and longed for, finally come to you. 

You can’t help but to think of the despair and sadness that lead you to this moment. From your parents' absent love to your struggling faith. You wondered if this was always how it was meant to happen. 

Was this truly the very thing you were destined for? 

“I used to be so lonely,” You start to think aloud, “I would beg God to send someone who loved me.” Your voice is frail, shaking and thin. “ I’d look for him everywhere, trying to find a sign he was listening, but I never found one.” Your own bloodied hand comes to touch his cheek, fingertips leaving a red mark beneath his cheekbone. 

“I stopped believing in him for a long time after that.”  

You can feel your mind slipping, the hand that touched him falling away back into your lap. Your mind grasped at your fading soul, but it was too weak to hold on.

“But now,  I realize he’s real. He has to be,” Small tears fall from your eyes. “He sent you to me. You were his plan all along.” Your words were dripping with hope. The belief of a girl who had nothing but her faith, coming back up and out of you like a confession. 

“Nah, ain’t no God, baby.” He replies, voice so soft and gentle. Speaking to you like how one would a weeping child. “It’s just me.”

His hand grip your hips, holding you steady as he slowly pulls away, slipping his softened cock out. The feeling has you both wincing. Sadness fills your chest at the seperation, scared that he’ll leave you alone if you weren’t feeling him. 

As if he knew, he leans back in immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling you close. His strong arms pull you up, body already half limp as he fixes you tightly against his chest. He holds you in a half hug, almost like how a bride is carried down the aisle. 

You watch his every move, awe and love filling your now faintly beating heart. You’ve never felt so warm, so loved and cherished. 

“I don’t even know your name…” You rasp out, eyes finally start to close for good. 

Your head falls, strength leaving you at last. Your mind is drifting off, heartbeat slowing by the second. 

You can’t feel anything but him now. His faint warmth seeped into you, being your small tether to the world still around you. 

You don’t even care if you wake up after this or not. At the moment, you’re just happy to have him there. To have been loved and taken by a man who made you feel like he truly loved you. Right now, that was all that mattered.  

The last of your consciousness fades, letting go of your final breath as hear him reply. 

“Remmick. It’s Remmick, darlin’.” 

His name is like a song. The way he says it like a melody. The southern drawl of his voice is gone and replaced with something so old and distant, you’re sure you must’ve known it in another life. Something so beautiful that you’re upset you even forgot about it. 

You use the very last of your strength to smile, finally falling into that deep and familiar sleep you would always come back to. 

You were always told to fear death. To cower at the very thought and run whenever it was mentioned. Foreign and horrific, everyone described. They never told the truth. How could they, they never knew it for themselves. And if they did, all they would do is talk about how sweet it truly was. 

You wake not long after. With him still holding you in his arms.  

He denies it, but swore you saw tears fall from his eyes as soon as you opened yours. 

No longer lonely, now loved and cared for, you raised your head up to give him kiss. Thanking him for finally giving you a home, a place to belong.

Thank you for reading </3!! Comments and reblogs are v much appreciated! If you have any insights please leave them kindly!!

a/n: i lowkey fear it kinda fell apart at the end, but we still ballin 😗✌️I hope the story and smut were good, im proud of myself for finally finishing something (FOR ONCE LOL)

[eatuniverse]

things to put in your script

⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡ .★ vampire desired reality

⊹ you possess enough self-control not to kill people when drinking from them

⊹ ability to sustain yourself on the blood of animals other than humans

⊹ obligatory heightened senses, superhuman athleticism ; powers (flight, shapeshifting, telepathy, etc.)

⊹ you can eat garlic (i would miss it too terribly)

⊹ you don't compulsively need to count (i script ts anyway #she obsessive on my compulsive til i disorder)

⊹ you can see yourself in reflective surfaces w/o silver or iron (most modern mirrors) ; the original myth stems from vampiric aversion to those metals

⊹ you can eat without making a mess (unless u a freak)

⊹ blood tastes good to you ; or blood tastes like chocolate cake / gummy candy / etc

⊹ you metabolize the energy from the blood without needing to expel it as waste (shit blood gross)

⊹ transformation doesn't hurt (unless u a freak)

⊹ lack of exposure sunlight doesn't depress you

⊹ immortality isn't boring (...not judging, but this is only if you dont want the authentic experience)

⊹ vast quantities of accumulated wealth

⊹ lots of old friends && deep connections

⊹ old songs were actually written for you ; u romanced a musician way back when && the tune he wrote abt you stuck around

⊹ you can't give people hiv ; you don't act as a conduit for bloodborn illness besides vampirism itself, b/c thats just nasty

⊹ you never accidentally turn a person into a vampire

⊹ vampire saliva has a narcotic / aphrodisiac quality to humans (if u a freak)

⊹ drinking blood has a narcotic / aphrodisiac quality to vampires (if u a freak)

⊹ what do your teeth look like?

⊹ what is your relationship with your maker?

⊹ if you live with a coven, that they share the same core values as you && are good housemates

⊹ if you live with a coven, what the house you all live in looks like (an ancient massive castle, a derelict victorian manor, an abandoned apartment complex, etc)

⊹ public opinions or knowledge on vampirism ; are you considered mythological? are you accepted but feared? how do humans and vampires coexist?

⊹ underground clerbs or communities that match or exceed your freak ; i.e vampire bars in trueblood

⊹ the color of your coffin

⊹ coffin is comfortable && smells good inside

⊹ you live in a city that's a known center of vampiric activity (new orleans, london, paris, etc)

⊹ a cool accent

⊹ you can speak many languages ; you can speak dead or nearly extinct languages (latin, mycenaean greek, athabaskan, old chinese, sumerian, ancient hebrew, etc)

⊹ your eyes shine in the dark like a wild animal's

⊹ a supernatural allure or glamour ; your nature is intoxicating

⊹ you sparkle like edward

⊹ there is an ancient, elite family of royal vampires in some far flung european destination ; i.e the volturi

⊹ your family lineage sticks around && you get to meet your descendants

[paxaz535]

Just for Now

chapter 3

synopsis : when a group of students go on a school field trip are suddenly forced into a deadly real-life game of Mafia at a retreat center. They receive a message that tells them the game has started, and the only way of survival is by eliminating classmates and identifying the Mafias.

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note: bro some kid threw up in class today and i walked out—i never gaf lmfao😭 i do NOTT play wit vomit like ts so nasty

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Stormi’s eyes sharpened instantly. “What kind of something?”

You hesitated for half a second, then leaned in closer.

“She’s Mafia,” you whispered, nodding subtly in Jaida’s direction. “Jaida.”

Stormi’s eyes widened, but she didn’t look over. Smart.

“Are you sure?” she asked under her breath.

You nodded once. “Positive. My role… it lets me see occupations.”

Stormi didn’t question it. She just nodded back, quick and serious. That’s why she was your best friend—no doubt, no hesitation.

“What do we do?” she whispered.

“Nothing. Not yet,” you said, watching Jaida out of the corner of your eye.

She was laughing at something someone said, too casually. Too normal. But her eyes kept flicking around—watching, calculating.

You kept your distance. She didn’t know you knew.

Not yet.

But you were watching. Every move.

If this game was going to keep taking people, you’d be ready.

And if Jaida made one wrong step…

You’d be the one to stop her.

-

The rest of the afternoon moved like fog—slow, heavy, impossible to escape.

People were scattered across the center, some curled up in corners, others whispering in clusters. The usual chatter of a retreat had been replaced by hushed speculation and quiet sobbing.

You and Stormi stuck close, eyes alert. Every time Jaida passed by, you tensed. But she never looked at you. Not directly. That was almost worse.

“She’s too calm,” Stormi said. “It’s like she’s waiting for something.”

“Or someone,” you replied.

That night, no one even mentioned dinner. No one was hungry—not after what happened outside. But just before the sun set, the intercom buzzed again.

“The next vote begins in one hour.”

People shifted. Murmurs started again. You could feel the panic creeping back in.

“She’s going to try to steer the vote,” you said, low. “That’s what I’d do if I were her. Get people scared enough, turn them against someone else.”

“So… do we call her out?”

You shook your head. “Not yet. If we don’t have proof, we look like we’re guessing. Or worse—like we’re hiding something.”

Stormi sighed. “Then we watch her. We listen. We let her mess up.”

And sure enough, ten minutes later, Jaida started making her move.

She pulled a small group aside—Aubrey, Dylan, Ashlynn. All high-energy, all easy to sway with the right tone of confidence and fear.

You stayed close enough to hear.

“I think it’s Paige,” Jaida said, voice low and smooth. “She’s been acting off since yesterday. And she’s strong—maybe she’s playing quiet so we don’t notice.”

Stormi’s jaw clenched.

“She’s throwing shade,” she muttered.

“Yeah,” you said. “But now we know where the fire’s starting.”

You and Stormi hung back, pretending not to listen. But every word Jaida dropped was calculated.

“She’s too quiet.”

“She’s watching everyone.”

“She’s probably got a role, but not saying what.”

The others nodded—hesitant, but fear made people gullible.

Then Paige walked in.

She paused, mid-step, eyes narrowing when she saw the group clustered together.

“What’s going on?” she asked slowly, sensing something was off.

Jaida smiled—sweet, fake. “Just talking.”

Paige looked at her. Then at Dylan. Aubrey. Ashlynn. Her eyes narrowed.

“You’re talking about me.”

“Chill, it’s not like that,” Dylan said quickly, but his voice cracked a little.

“Really?” Paige crossed her arms. “Because it kinda looks like you’re getting ready to stab me in the back before the vote.”

Jaida stepped forward. “Look, we’re just being cautious. People are dying, Paige. If you’re innocent, you shouldn’t be so defensive.”

“That’s rich,” Paige snapped. “Coming from the girl who sprinted outside first and told everyone else to follow. You want to talk about suspicious?”

That hit.

Aubrey glanced at Jaida. Even Ashlynn looked unsure now.

Stormi leaned into your ear. “Should we say something?”

You shook your head slowly. “Let her dig her own grave.”

And she was.

Jaida’s smile faltered. Just for a second. She hadn’t expected Paige to fight back.

Then the intercom buzzed again.

“Voting begins now. Please submit your selection.”

Around you, people scattered to their groups. Whispering. Guessing. Blaming.

You looked at Stormi.

“Let’s make sure the right one goes.”

She nodded. “Jaida?”

“Jaida.”

You submitted your vote.

Now all that was left was to wait—and hope the others saw what you saw.

The clock struck midnight.

The air in the center was suffocating. Everyone had voted, but no one wanted to sit down. Eyes were locked on the intercom speaker above the door like it might spit out a death sentence any second.

Stormi stood beside you, arms crossed, lips pressed into a tight line.

Across the room, Jaida looked composed again. Too composed. Like she knew something the rest of you didn’t.

Then—click.

The intercom buzzed to life.

“Voting complete.”

A pause. Your heart hammered.

“Jaida: five votes.”

“Paige: three votes.”

“Ashlynn: one vote.”

“No vote: four players.”

You held your breath.

Then—

“With the most votes, Jaida will be executed.”

A gasp rippled through the group.

You turned quickly to see Jaida stiffen. She didn’t scream. Didn’t cry.

She just smiled.

“You’re all too late,” she said.

Then she dropped.

No convulsions this time. Just—collapse. Eyes blank, body limp.

A moment passed.

Then the intercom buzzed one last time.

“Jaida was Mafia.”

The room broke into noise—relief, shock, a few people even laughed nervously.

But not you.

You were staring at her body.

Stormi glanced at you. “We did it.”

You nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

But the way Jaida smiled before she fell… it stayed with you.

Too late.

What the hell did that mean?

-

Paige, Azzi, Nika, and Aaliyah stood in the dimly lit room, the weight of their decision hanging in the air. Their eyes flicked between each other, uneasy.

“So she was the fifth one, huh?” Nika’s voice broke the silence, her gaze sweeping over the group. She folded her arms tightly across her chest. Paige stared at the ground, her thoughts swirling.

“Can’t believe she tried to get you killed, Paige,” Nika added, the words lingering in the air.

Paige’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t respond. Instead, she focused on the floor as if it might offer her an escape from the heavy words. Azzi shifted uncomfortably, her fingers twitching in her lap. The game had gotten under her skin more than she’d expected. The paranoia was eating away at her, inch by inch, making it harder to trust anyone. She glanced up at the others but quickly looked away.

“So,” Aaliyah finally said, her voice cutting through the thick silence. “Who’s next?”

The question hung there, unanswered. The room grew heavier with the unspoken tension. No one moved, their thoughts racing, but none of them daring to break the stillness.

The silence stretched, each second heavier than the last. Nika’s foot tapped nervously against the floor, but her gaze remained locked on Paige. Azzi’s eyes darted between them, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead.

Finally, Paige looked up, her eyes steely but unreadable. “We don’t have much time,” she said, her voice colder than before. “Whoever we choose next has to be someone we can trust. Otherwise, we’ll be next.”

Nika scoffed under her breath. “Trust? In this game?” Her lips twisted into a bitter smile. “You really think anyone can trust anyone here?”

Azzi’s hands clenched, and she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. “We don’t have a choice. It’s either us or them.”

Aaliyah crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing as she studied the room. “And if we’re wrong? If we pick the wrong person next?”

The question hung there like a threat, and for a brief moment, they all shared the same thought. What would happen if they chose wrong? If they turned on the wrong person and it cost them the game?

Azzi looked away, chewing on her nails. “I can’t do this anymore,” she muttered, her voice small but edged with panic. “I can’t—”

“Stop,” Paige snapped, cutting her off. “We don’t have the luxury of doubt. You know what this is. We have to finish it.” Her gaze shifted to Aaliyah. “Do you have someone in mind, or are we just going to keep circling around?”

Aaliyah’s expression was unreadable. “I’m thinking. We all need to think. Hard.”

The tension was palpable, thick as fog. No one moved, not even when the sound of a door creaking in the hallway startled them. It was enough to make Azzi jump, and she quickly wiped the sweat from her palms on her jeans.

“You hear that?” Azzi’s voice was tight with fear.

The others froze, listening intently. For a long, awful moment, nothing moved. Then, slowly, Aaliyah spoke again. “Forget about the door. We focus on the decision, now.”

Paige nodded, but something in her eyes flickered. A shadow of doubt.

“Fine,” she said, but even as she spoke, her voice carried a hint of something else. Was it uncertainty? Or was it just the stress of the game getting to her?

The silence returned. Only this time, it was worse. It wasn’t just the decision hanging in the air now—it was the fear of what came next.

“All I know,” Nika started, her fingers absentmindedly picking at her nails. She glanced up at the others, her expression hardening. “Is that Stormi doesn’t get killed.”

Aaliyah scoffed, her tone dismissive. “At some point, she’ll become a threat, Nika! You can’t protect her forever.”

The brunette snapped her head toward Aaliyah, her voice rising. “Well, that point isn’t now! Not her or Rose.”

Paige and Azzi exchanged a brief glance at the mention of Rose. Both of them looked down, the gravity of the words settling in.

“She’s right,” Paige muttered, her voice tight. There was no hesitation this time.

Aaliyah stared at them, her disbelief palpable. “You guys are all pussy whipped!” she spat, her frustration boiling over. “This is our lives we’re talking about! If you keep thinking with your hearts instead of your heads, we’re all dead!”

“We can’t be pussy whipped if we never had it, dumbass,” Nika snapped.

Aaliyah furrowed her brows, deadpan. “Really? That’s what you come up with?”

Paige stepped in quickly, cutting the tension. “Okay.”

The room quieted. All eyes turned to her.

“If not Stormi and Rose,” she said, voice calm but firm, “then who?”

Silence.

“Issac.”

Azzi looked over at Nika. “Wasn’t it him, Sammy, and Jaida? Like a little trio?”

“They can die as a little trio, too,” Nika muttered without missing a beat.

“That’s messed up, Nik,” Paige said, barely suppressing a grin.

Nika just shrugged. “We need to choose someone.”

Azzi nodded. “Rose and Stormi aren’t threats. Yet. Plus, we share a room with them. If they end up dead, we’ll be suspects immediately.”

“Well, you’ve got my vote,” Nika said.

Aaliyah took a beat, then nodded. “Me too.”

Azzi and Paige exchanged a glance.

“Okay,” Paige said.

-

Morning came fast. Too fast.

You barely had time to breathe before the intercom crackled to life again.

“Before the last vote, the Police decided to use their skill.”

Your stomach twisted. You looked across the room—Stormi was already sitting up, eyes locked on you.

“During the night, the Mafia used their power to execute Isaac.”

A beat.

“Isaac was a citizen.”

Fuck.

The silence in the room was heavy—like the words had punched a hole through the air.

“Participants,” the voice continued, steady and cold. “You have the day to discuss and vote on who you believe is Mafia.”

The message cut out. Static. Then silence.

Every wrong vote, every misstep, made the group weaker. And with Isaac gone, things had just gotten worse.

You knew it was time. Time to stop playing it safe.

You were the Police Officer. And if the others weren’t going to trust you… then you were going to make them see.

You were going to use your power, again and again, until there was no one left to hide.

Paige, Azzi, you, Nika, and Stormi were all gathered in your room. Aaliyah was drifting through the hallways, trying to get a sense of how everyone was holding up.

“How are you feeling, Rose?” Paige asked softly, as she, Azzi, and you sat on the edge of your bed.

You shrugged, eyes on the floor. “Like we’re not safe.”

Azzi nodded, sharing a quick glance with Paige before looking back at you. You didn’t notice the brief exchange. Luckily.

“I hate that this is what it has to be,” you muttered. “We can’t escape or we’ll die. It’s like we’re being forced to play.”

Across the room, Stormi and Nika were hitting it off surprisingly well.

Stormi laughed at something Nika said, the sound too loud for the atmosphere. It felt wrong—like joy didn’t belong here anymore.

“I wish I could just… turn it off,” you whispered, voice barely audible.

“Turn what off?” Azzi asked gently.

“All of it. The fear. The second-guessing. I keep wondering if one of us is next.” You glanced at the door, half-expecting someone to burst in with another announcement. “It’s like we’re all pretending this is normal, but it’s not.”

Paige rested her hand on your knee. “It’s not normal,” she said. “But we’re together. That counts for something, right?”

you nodded, hesitantly.

Paige’s hand lingered on your knee, warm and reassuring. Azzi leaned in a little, her voice teasing as she met your gaze. “Yeah, we’ve got each other. That’s something, right?”

You lifted your eyes to meet hers, the weight of the situation hanging over you like a storm cloud. “I guess,” you said quietly. “But it’s not enough, is it?”

Azzi smirked, leaning back a little. “Well, it’s not nothing.”

Paige shot Azzi a playful look, the tension in her shoulders easing just slightly. “Don’t get too cocky, Azzi,” she teased. “You’re not the only one who can be reassuring.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? You’re gonna fight me for that title?”

Paige smiled, her gaze flickering toward you. “Maybe I’m just trying to make sure Rose knows we’ve got her back, even if things get… worse.”

Your heart skipped at the soft way Paige said your name, and for a moment, the world outside the room felt miles away.

Azzi, noticing the shift in the air, grinned mischievously. “Hmm, is this where I say I’m the better choice?” she teased, eyes glinting.

you bit back a smile.

Paige’s hand on your knee tightened slightly, as if grounding you. There was something comforting in the touch—something that made you feel like, maybe, you could get through this.

The door creaked open and everyone’s heads snapped toward it—but it was just Aaliyah. She looked exhausted, like she’d aged ten years in a single day.

“They’re starting to turn on each other out there,” she said, voice low. “We need to stick close. No more splitting off.”

Azzi crossed her arms, her expression hardening. “Figures. It was only a matter of time.”

Paige glanced toward the door, lips pressed into a thin line. “What happened?”

Aaliyah stepped further into the room, shutting the door behind her with a soft click. “People are starting to get accusative.” Her voice cracked slightly, but she pushed through it. “It’s getting bad. There’s screaming. Someone even tried to run.”

Your stomach twisted. “Did they make it?”

Aaliyah shook her head. “The lights went out. When they came back on… they were gone.”

Gone. Not dead. Not safe. Just—gone.

The room went still.

Stormi sat down slowly, for once quiet. Nika rubbed her arms like she was trying to shake off the chill that had settled into the air.

“We’re next,” Azzi muttered under her breath. “They’ll come for us eventually.” She played along.

Paige moved closer to you again, her presence grounding, her eyes searching yours. “Unless we figure out who’s behind this before they get the chance.”

Azzi gave her a half-smile. “Always the hopeful one, huh?”

“She’s got a point,” you said, folding your arms. “We’ve seen how fast things fall apart. If we don’t trust each other in here, it’ll happen to us too. We also need to figure out who the Mafia is as well. We’re losing too many citizens.”

There was a beat of silence, then Azzi tilted her head and smirked. “Well, if I have to be stuck with anyone in this nightmare, at least I got two pretty good options.” She looked between you and Paige with a glint in her eyes.

Paige raised a brow, lips curving just slightly. “Only two?”

Azzi pretended to think. “Stormi’s cute, but I like my odds better over here.”

You let out a breathy laugh, surprised at yourself. “You’re flirting during a literal death game?”

Azzi winked. “I flirt when I’m nervous. It’s either that or have a breakdown. And I don’t look as good crying.”

Paige leaned in a little, voice soft near your ear. “Let her have this. She’s right—we are good options.”

The heat rose to your cheeks before you could stop it. Even now, surrounded by fear, their presence brought something grounding. Dangerous, maybe. But grounding all the same.

Stormi looked over at the three of you and rolled her eyes. “You all gonna make out or start planning how we survive the night?”

Azzi smirked. “Why not both?”

You scoffed at Stormi. “Please.”

“You’d jump at the chance to make out with Nika if you could, Storm.” Her face froze.

“Who are you trying to call out?” she joked, rolling her eyes.

Azzi grinned, clearly loving the shift in energy. “Oh, she’s calling you out hard, Storm. Don’t pretend you haven’t been making heart eyes at Nika all night.”

Stormi tried to recover, but the tips of her ears turned pink. “I do not—”

Paige raised an eyebrow. “You so do.”

Even Nika laughed, shaking her head. “Honestly, it’s kinda flattering. But I’m not getting caught up in any drama triangle.”

Stormi threw a pillow across the room, half-laughing, half-defensive. “There’s no triangle! And I’m not the one flirting in a group.”

You grinned, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Azzi shot you a look, that smug, charming kind of glance that always came with trouble. “Some of us are just good at multitasking.”

Paige let out a soft chuckle, brushing her fingers along your arm. “Besides, we’re just trying to make the end of the world a little more bearable.”

The room felt lighter for a moment—still tense, still dangerous—but like maybe, just maybe, you could find something real in all the chaos.

Then a loud knock pounded against the door, abrupt and sharp.

Everyone froze.

Aaliyah stood slowly, reaching for the handle but pausing just short of it.

Another knock.

Then silence.

“Who could that possibly be?” Nika muttered, glaring at the door.

Stormi glanced at her, then back at the hallway, her expression unreadable.

The tension finally got to Aaliyah. With a quiet sigh, she stepped forward and pulled the door open.

No one.

The hallway stood empty—still, silent. But a faint smell hung in the air, sharp and unfamiliar. Almost metallic.

Aaliyah groaned and slammed the door shut. “Probably just some freshman boys playing ding dong ditch.”

You rolled your eyes, exhaling—relief, but cautious. “Right. Hilarious.”

Everyone’s attention drifted to Paige when she let out a dry laugh.

She smirked. “Can’t blame ’em.”

Azzi groaned, shaking her head. “Typical Paige.”

But even as the room fell back into a fragile ease, something about the hallway stuck in your mind. The way it had felt too quiet. Too empty.

Like someone had been there.

And left just before you looked.

-

It was almost time to finalize the votes. You figured it was time to use your skill again.

“Who are you gonna check?”

Your head snapped up. It was your best friend, Stormi. You were sitting in the lounge, just enjoying the quiet while you still could.

“I’m not sure,” you said.

Stormi sat beside you, glancing around to make sure no one was within earshot. “Who looks suspicious to you?”

You thought about it. No one had really raised any red flags—except Jaida. But she was already dead. The only ones left were the basketball team, you, Stormi, and a couple of freshmen.

You shrugged, looking at her. “Has anyone been suspicious to you?”

She bit her lip and stared down at her feet. “I can say… Ice is on my radar.”

You furrowed your brows.

“How come?”

Stormi sighed, picking at her nails. She didn’t want to make baseless assumptions, but she was thinking logically.

“Sammy was the next to die after Q. And Sammy always had some sort of animosity toward Ice,” she said.

You looked down at her hands, thinking it through. Could she be right? Sammy made it clear she didn’t like Ice, but Ice had never really given you a reason to check her occupation.

“It’s up to you, though. It’s your job at the end of the day,” Stormi added. She didn’t want you to feel pressured to pick Ice just because she mentioned it.

You looked her in the eye and rolled your tongue over your bottom teeth.

“I get why you’d be suspicious of her,” you said.

She nodded and went quiet, waiting.

You made your choice. “Let’s do it.”

You pressed Ice’s name and waited for her occupation to appear.

It did.

Ice’s occupation is: Citizen

The two of you locked eyes.

Stormi opened her mouth to speak, but a thought cut her off.

“So we know she’s innocent… but everyone else doesn’t,” she said.

You nodded slowly. “Cause if you thought about it, then someone else is definitely gonna bring it up.”

A notification dinged from the group chat.

Amari: Group meeting in 5.

You had to make sure to defend Ice—without making it seem suspicious.

⸻

“So… who are we thinking?”

The room was quiet. Everyone was still a little shaken from what had happened earlier.

You and Stormi exchanged a look, then glanced around at the others.

“I have a thought,” one of the freshmen spoke up.

Oh shit.

Everyone turned to face him.

“So, what’s her face… oh! Sammy. She died after Q, right?”

You could feel Stormi’s eyes on you. You glanced at her. The two of you shared a knowing look.

“Yeah, what about it?” you asked—though you knew exactly where this was going.

The freshman crossed his arms. “Well, I was thinking… Sammy didn’t really get along with Ice. Like, ever. You guys saw that, right?”

A few heads nodded.

“Right, so… if she had beef with her, maybe that’s why she got targeted.”

You leaned back slightly, keeping your expression neutral. You knew he was just connecting dots like Stormi had, but the problem was: everyone else didn’t have your knowledge.

Stormi’s foot tapped against yours under the table. A subtle nudge. You needed to steer this away from Ice—smoothly.

You cleared your throat. “I get the logic,” you started, “but we also have to be careful not to jump the gun just because of tension. Sammy didn’t exactly get along with a lot of people.”

A few people murmured in agreement.

“And Ice—she’s been quiet, yeah, but that doesn’t mean she’s hiding something. It could just be her way of processing everything.”

That felt safe. Empathetic, but not too protective. You saw Stormi give the tiniest nod.

Jana chimed in. “I mean, yeah. Q and Sammy weren’t exactly saints. Kinda wild to assume someone would go after them for personal beef.”

“Exactly,” you said. “And if someone wanted it to look personal, they’d pick someone with history. That feels too easy.”

The room went quiet again.

Amari folded her arms. “Alright. Anyone else have a name? Or are we stuck again?”

Your stomach twisted a little. You’d bought Ice some time—but you knew she’d be a target soon if the heat didn’t shift somewhere else.

“What about Morgan?” Aaliyah asked.

Morgan and Aubrey’s eyebrows furrowed, confusion written all over their faces.

“Morgan would never. She’s a sweetheart,” Aubrey defended.

You heard the freshman scoff—what was his name again? Jacob? Thomas?

“That’s not an excuse. Anyone’s capable of killing someone, no matter how sweet they are.”

Morgan’s head snapped toward him. “Oh, shut up, Marcus. Who knows, maybe you’re the mafia!”

Ah, Marcus. Hm. Figures.

He shook his head and waved her off. “Well, if you guys can’t decide, I’ve got Ice as my vote. My logic just makes sense.”

He raised his phone and tapped her name. A second later, the intercom chimed.

Marcus has voted.

Ice was up in a flash, charging straight at him, but Paige, Nika, and Kk held her back.

“You little piece of shit!” she screamed.

Ice was up in a flash, charging straight at him, but Paige, Nika, and Kk held her back.

“You little piece of shit!” she screamed, thrashing in their arms.

Marcus barely flinched. He just stood there, smug and unbothered, arms crossed like he’d done the group a favor.

“Real mature,” Morgan muttered under her breath.

“Guys—chill,” Amari said, stepping forward. “We’re not gonna get anywhere if we start tearing each other apart.”

“Tell him that,” Ice snapped, still fuming as she tried to catch her breath.

You glanced at Stormi, who looked just as tense. You had to say something—now—before people started locking in votes they couldn’t take back.

“Look,” you started, loud enough to pull the room’s attention, “Ice flipping out doesn’t mean she’s guilty. It means she’s pissed—and I get it. She just got called out for something she didn’t do.”

Marcus scoffed again. “You don’t know she didn’t do it.”

Your eyes narrowed. Might as well?

Might as well.

“Actually… I kind of do.”

The room froze for a second. Ice stopped struggling.

Stormi’s eyes widened just slightly.

“Wait—what?” Nika asked. “Why would you say that?”

Shit. That came out a little strong. You walked the line.

“I checked her,” you said, your voice calm but steady. “With my ability. She’s a Citizen.”

A beat of silence.

Morgan blinked. “You’re the Police?”

You nodded. No point hiding it now. “Yeah. I didn’t want to say it unless I had to—but I’m not about to let someone innocent go down just ‘cause she’s an easy target.”

There was a wave of murmurs. Some skeptical, some surprised.

Marcus rolled his eyes. “Could be lying.”

“Could be,” you said. “But I haven’t lied yet.”

Stormi jumped in. “And we’ve had way too many losses already. We can’t afford another mistake.”

You could feel the energy in the room shift. People were thinking now. The pressure had pulled off Ice—at least for the moment.

Amari clapped her hands once. “Alright. Everyone cool it. Let’s finish the vote, but let’s think, this time.”

Marcus looked annoyed, but stayed quiet. Ice slumped back in her seat, still shaking, but silent now.

One Minute remaining until voting is closed.

One by one, people began pulling out their phones again. You watched closely. This round would change everything.

One by one, they started casting their votes. No one spoke. The only sounds were soft taps on screens and the occasional nervous breath.

You watched the names flash across people’s phones. You couldn’t tell who they were picking—but you could feel the energy shift. People were second-guessing. That was good. That gave you time.

The intercom dinged again.

Amari has voted.

Nika has voted.

Paige has voted.

Stormi has voted.

You hesitated just a second before casting your own vote. Not for Ice. Not even for Marcus.

You picked someone no one was looking at—someone quiet. Someone smart. Someone who hadn’t said anything since the last body dropped.

You have voted for: Kk.

A few more dings followed.

Then the final chime.

Voting has ended. Results will now be revealed.

Everyone tensed. The screen on the lounge wall blinked to life, pixelated for a second before the name faded in:

The group has voted for… Aubrey.

“What?!” Aubrey stood up, eyes wide.

“No way,” Morgan said, standing up beside her. “No way you guys just voted her out.”

Aubrey’s hands shook. “I didn’t even say anything. Why me?”

You didn’t know either. It came out of nowhere. A dark horse vote. Was it strategic? A mistake? Someone playing both sides?

The intercom buzzed again:

Aubrey’s occupation is…

The room held its breath.

Citizen.

Silence.

Aubrey stared at the screen, jaw slack.

Amari cursed under her breath. Stormi leaned back against the couch, hand over her mouth.

“No, no, no—this can’t keep happening,” Morgan muttered, pacing.

Someone just killed another innocent.

And they were sitting in that room. Watching. Waiting.

Your blood ran cold.

Because whoever it was… they were good.

taglist : @iowahawkeyes22 @evry1luvzzae

[horsedylan]

Fair warning! Kinda very high! But ill take my time so its not a garbled mess.

im starting to think me being into tcc is one toxic and never ending episode of some kind of mania. i wasnt in this community til about a month ago after a sudden life shift and ive just been having constant ups and downs. I forgot mania can literally last awhile 💀 i was never like this and never this harsh, i keep throwing around the r slur like its candy,even if i can say it., that would NOT be me back in January bro. I fell out of the loop for ONE day and its back. And when im feeling an 'up' episode and shaky im sinking my teeth back into anything involving the case and manic posting 😔. Man why cant i have the kind were im like "hehe just cut and dyed my hair" ts is so taxing

And my friends/roommates are starting to slowly notice my messed up interests and are now talking about me behind my back and saying im into something messed up when im not 💔 losing friends again speedrun because of rumors and they dont take me serious just like when i say i can't do ts anymore they think im jus playing 💔. This is the true life of someone in tcc/j but seriously, no ones really taking me seriously when i say i need to talk ts out and i cant do this, or that i feel i need medical intervention. Everyone be stressed about ten million other things they probably just cant get themselves to take it serious.

I probably do need professional help atp. Idk why im using your account to vent you dont need ts 💔 i was here before (sorry, and an fyi ive heard there is/was a way to block a specific anon asks person w/o knowin who they are i jus dont know how personally, as always no need to respond/post)

Maybe its just a way to feel seen without bringing attention to my whole ass account.

Anyway.

Ill give you some oats for putting up with seein my bs ❤️, i truly do just have some kind of desire to be your friend or some shit, but i know its probably just the episodes when i convince myself 'oh hell yeah, im friends with a horse on tumblr! I gotta tell him what i had for dinner and that i went outside!'

Fear not horse dylan i will NOT genuinely text you LMAO, this will stay strictly in anon asks, it is YOUR choice to reply, i dont know you and you dont know me. o7

i swear this took so long to type 💀.

anon you can always tell me how you're feeling, or how your day is going, or what you ate for dinner both in anon and in dm's (my discord is my pinned post but if you feel safer through anon i get it totally)

its okay. Trust me i dont have a whole lot goin on right now anyways, I don't mind people venting.

I wish I could give you some advice as to how to navigate the situation with your roommates, I'm semi open about being in this community but I hide the hybristophilia angle (not sure i even have that, i just love Dylan for who he was, not for hurting people)

my only advice is to surround yourself with more of the TC's who aren't spouting off slurs every 5 minutes, seek more silly content over the edgy,

I do firmly believe that this community can be used as an effective coping mechanism if you prune the nasty parts off away from your account.

I'm very sorry that your roommates aren't taking you seriously, I have been through that myself too. i don't know what country you're in so I have no idea how feasible mental health care is for you, but if you can get it I encourage it, its not something to be frightened of I promise.

I wish I had better help for you anon, just know you can vent here to your hearts content and I will read it. Take care of yourself the best you can okay.

[lookmeinmys0ul]

in my experience, men really dgaf about womens feelings and i also believe it was God telling me to wake my ass up FR that he was a disgusting cheating bumass loser. He shows me who they are EVERY TIME. And i ignored it like a lil naive lovergirl. My stomach hurt all the time and i got heavy anxiety whenever i was around this guy. Went out every weekends chasing girls who dont even want him while i was home sleeping, gave me STDs for the first time iml and made ME go along to HIS treatment witnessing his disgusting pimply ass shot with a needle because his humiliating small p3nis was on fire from fucking a whore (idec) also he couldn’t go alone /needed to use me for translation, he’d yell at me or got frustrated every 5 mins for not being able to translate some words efficiently when he was responsible for ts putting my health at high risk, accused me of cheating while he was fucking other females (reverse projection) multiple times, made me pay for w33d forcibly when i dont even like getting high and he knew that. I had to take 1 plan B pills and 2 emergency morning after pills over the course of 9 months. My body felt so nauseous after taking the pills not even a text checking up on me. One time he was furious to pay for my Emergency morning after pills because it “ruined his mood for his bday” . he was on the phone with his mom asking for the money complaining abt me while i was sat right next to this monster fearful that there may be a slightest chance of becoming pregnant. Consoling me? Never has he ever cared about my feelings or my existence the entire time i spent with this guy. Yet he ignored me and treated me with annoyance like i didnt exist the whole trip there and dipped as if nothing had happened after the procedure was done. Didnt even offer to pay i had to ask him. Then disappeared for a whole week unresponsive spending nights at another girls house. Spoke ill of my family and threatened my cousin who is like a sibling I never had to me sounding like a real demon on the phone. Got jealous because my mom and her longterm partner who is twice my age got me flowers for my bday when he has forgotten it, didnt even wish me anything ignored me the whole month only to find out this bum was cheating with a minor. Needless to say worst human to ever exist. He was one TOXIC ABUSIVE MF. How the heck did I survive fr I didnt. I was dying inside but i couldnt even tell anyone because I was ashamed of myself for choosing my heart over evidence, intuition and logic. Love really makes people blind. His mother is def an enabler that excuses his behavior, speaking ill of me just because i worked at a Big 4 as a successful software engineer. This guy made me become reactive to his narcissistic abuse that I saw a side of me ive never recognized in my entire life. I didnt like who I was around him. Probably has generational trauma. If you ever read this, fuck your entire existence you nasty unintelligent boring p3do fucker respectfully. Whatever energy he had was demonic because I always felt the darkness with him when im full of light. I wish i never met you but there is a lesson to be learnt in all encounters of life. He uses religion to control HIS narrative to avoid accountability at all cost. A narc. All of my exes added value to my life were secure, he probably hated himself and I unfortunately got caught up in his misery. How he treated me said everything abt him. Nothing but trauma and abuse with no real goals in life. Always relying on or leeching off of someone else but himself as a grown man. I dont want to discriminate on the stereotype but all rappers cheat on their partners & thats expected of.They speak for themselves lyrically. This isnt a cry for help, I want to live in my truth for myself cz I respect myself :) Dw Ive been living very happily I’ve healed !! I gotta trust my intuition more bc God will send you MUTIPLE SIGNS. He will always have my back. im a princess pass that disease far away from me! i was disgusted when he tried to reconnect months later 🤮His name is MANGO THE ONLY. JORDY CORTEZ YALL.

[kokokerome]

same anon from before but like. if you were looking at their account to go block them.. and then got blocked…. I just don’t see why you’d be mad about that. and I don’t know why you’d email them about it. I’m not trying to accuse you or anything but why are you upset about them doing the same thing you were doing?

it’s just the truama that comes with it, would you want the group of people that attacked you for months, watched as their fans sent you hate, gossiped about you in their discord servers to the point they wanted you dead? (Not exaggerating, they had a conversation that they wished I was bombed) to still be looking at your account? Still be looking at your posts for months on end and still be tracking your every move? Prolly not.

I don’t think you people understand, I was literally being degraded every day, people on toyhouse calling me mentally ill and that I need to be deplatformed over some ocs. Being called multiple slurs and everything I did no matter how innocent was being reported. Ts takes a toll on you eventually. I was already struggling to get by financially my mental health was torn, I stopped eating, attempted, had kidney failure and a stroke. Because of the deep depression they put me in. I’ve begged these people, I’ve went through legal action, I’ve called and cried to these people to stop checking my accounts, to stop talking about me, stop trying to contact me because of the pain they caused me. Even now I get a panic attack when I get an inbox because I’m scared I’ll check it and it’ll be a nasty hate comment. Idk if ptsd is the term but it sure feels like it.

I know it’s so easy for people to gossip and hate on those in internet drama but people don’t realize just how much their words hurt people. Even the thought that they’re still watching me gives me anxiety and it’s a fear/pain you won’t know until you’ve gone through it yourself.

sorry for the long response but your not the only person confused and I just want people to know and those still checking my account 7 months later what that drama has done to me mentally. I’m not perfect and I’ve made plenty of fuck ups, but there’s no reason to treat another human the way they do over their unicorn ocs.

[introloves]

dom meian shugo>>>

*inhales real deep before furiously typing*

— dom! meian + leg humping + orgasm denial + rough face grabbing + hair pulling + man handling + dacryphilia + mean! meian + meian calls reader ‘bunny’ + bratty! reader + reader regrets being bratty + f! reader

— word count; 1.6k

you don’t know how long you’ve been sitting there- he told you to wait for him, he was tired- tired from practice and the stress that came with rounding up bouncy men all day.

maybe you knew what would happen, usually his punishments were enough to leave you on the brink of unconsciousness due to the sheer want. but now, as you crawled over to him, watching him splayed out on the couch, head tilted back, dark eyebrows furrowed- there was no way you’d control yourself and not touch him.

he didn’t notice the soft shuffling of you making your way over, fitting /so/ easy inbetween the space of his long, thick legs. he was so big, dwarfed your body completely, it made you salivate while you looked up at his relaxed face.

a shaky hand came up to rest against his thigh, and he jumped slightly. didn’t react in any other way, simply relaxing once more. your eyebrows furrowed, wanting him to at least look at you, wanting him to ask you what you were doing.

but he didn’t move.

with a huff, you continued your journey to the bump of his flaccid cock.

it wounded your pride a little when he didn’t react to your fingers curling over his dick, the give of his athletic shorts helped you tug on him.

“m-meian.” you called out softly, and all he responded with was a quirk of his brow, eyes still closed. there wasn’t even a reaction from his dick, no jump or pulse against your ministrations- a whiny cry of desperation left your lips, and you tugged your hand away-

tried to anyways. his hand immediately shot down to wrap completely around your wrist (and then some), the grumble of his voice started deep in his chest.

“nuh uh bunny- told you i was tired, gotta work extra hard for me tonight.”

it soothed the sting of it just a little, but you still whined, still tried to pull away, pouty with the feeling of not being payed enough attention.

it was the worst thing you could have done. his eyes shooting open and dark eyes flitting down to look at you. the shuffling of his body startled you, it was nearly frightening how he straightened himself up, towering over you.

“no? are you saying no?” he tugged once- the brute and his stupid strength tumbled you close to him, knocking you forward and on all fours. with wide eyes you shook your head, unable to form any words, all moisture booking it from your mouth to down and between your legs.

his other hand grabbed your face, tilting it left and right- inspecting his pretty baby, wondering exactly what had gotten into you.

“you know the rules against not using your words bunny, tell me what happens when you don’t use your words.”

with shaky words you recalled what exactly happens.

“d-don’t get your cock.” you shivered, words messy with the way he still held onto your face, fingers digging into the fat of your cheeks.

it hurt to say it, you weren’t usually a brat- nearly never was, you loved him too much.

seeing your lower lip tremble, eyes watering /already/- it softened his hold and gaze, sighing before he released you.

“yeah- ‘ts what bad girls get... but you’re not a bad girl, are you bunny?”

“no! not a bad girl...”

your eager response made him smile, canines on display as his handsome face morphed into a wolffish grin.

he sat back once more, obviously pleased. there was nothing better than seeing you correct yourself, proving how good he was at putting you in your place when you acted up, the remnants of those punishment still sent a shock of fear down your body. he could see you tremble.

ah- maybe he would let you cum ‘round his cock. couldnt help but feel soft at watching your pretty eyes get wet with tears.

“that’s right.” he groaned, rolling his shoulders back- arms coming up to rest against the back of the couch, hips jutting forward. just by the movement you could see his dick jump- it made you whimper involuntarily.

he’d made you so cock hungry for him, you’d resorted to acting like an animal for just a taste.

“since you’re not a bad girl, but a very dumb and naughty one-“ meian sighed, watching you and your desperation, he stretched out his leg, eyes moving over to stare down at it, “i’ll let you fuck my leg.”

just this was enough to make you cry out in appreciation, eagerly nodding and already sitting up to plant yourself on his thigh-

“uh uh bunny, i said my leg.” he stops you, the outstretched placement of his leg now makes sense.

it was embarrassing, humiliating- the thought of rubbing yourself over him like this like an animal... but you’d take anything you’d get, wanting to make him proud and happy.

it didn’t take long for you to settle over his leg, splitting your cunt against the mass of bone and muscle, each pathetic rub and drag barely brought any pleasure, but you continued on, shaking and babbling out strings of his name and pleads for him to touch you- to make you cum, to split you on his long, long and fat cock.

the swelling of his cock in his athletic shorts made you all the more desperate, it swelled and stood proudly- straining against the stretchy material, so big and proud and delicious.

seeing your mouth open and puffing out sharp little pleads of his name, all the while your hands wrapped around the back of his thigh- clawing at the thickness and muscle (trying to) bring him closer made him smile,

“good bunny, gunna cum?” he wonders out loud, knowing that you’re weak and tired.

you’re close, it takes longer than usual, longer than what it would have taken if he had just fucked you- but you can taste the sweet release, an obscene sound of wet stickiness echoes in the room, all from your folds parting over and over against the hard line of bone, sweat beading at your temple in effort.

“shūgo! g-gunna- gunna!” you cry, hips stilling on an upstroke of your canting hips, trying to smash your clit down onto his leg, cunt and tummy clenching as a sweltering heat travels down your tummy and-

it’s gone.

it’s gone because his leg is pulled from under you, near orgasming body pitching forward with it- you keep the twitch, keep the contracting muscles trying to tip you over the edge, but you don’t keep the grip you had.

he catches you, holding the softness right under the swell of your chest, tugging you up, up and up.

“sorry bunny-“ he grumbles, large hand sweeps sweat slicked hair from your face, kissing you tenderly, trying to bring you back from it all, “but fuck,” he hisses, settling your drooling cunt right over his cock- “don’t like the idea of you cumin’ anywhere other than on me.”

he’s a mean man- selfish and strong. there’s no effort in how he moves you, rough and calloused hands tug your own, smaller ones onto broad shoulders.

“please.” you whimper, trying to find dexterity back into your tongue. meian simply coos, reaching down and pulling the waistband of his shorts down, your cunt keeping his cock from slapping up against his tummy.

“i know, bunny- i know.” he says it honestly, feeling how you shake, not used to working for your orgasms- too spoiled by him.

by sheer muscle memory he slides your bottoms to the side- cute little sleeping shorts, barely anything against your puffy cunt.

the daze you feel suddenly clears when he pushes his cock in- one swift stroke and starts bouncing you. working your body into a brutalizing pace- he didn’t look tired, not while his bulging biceps and tense forearms moved you up and down, grunting at every pass of your tightness over the throbbing vein running down his dick.

“yeah- my cute little bunny always takes your cock so well.” he mutters out to no one in particular, you’re certainly not listening with how your head is tilted back, screaming over and over calls of his name and just shrill mewls.

he leaves a tight and hot grip on your hip with one hand, the other curling into your hair- sharply bringing your head back to look at him, he’d give you a love tap if he could, but didn’t think you’d have the strength to keep the nice pace he’s set.

“cum-“ meian spits- moving your head so that your wet and crossed eyes look into his direction, “cum right now or you’re not at all.”

there was no way you wouldn’t listen to him- whole body clenching, pulsing as a white light passed over your eyes, cunt nearly squeezing him out of you.

your cum was displaced by his cock, a translucent creaminess falling into a ring around the base of him, aiding in the nasty sound of wet squelching.

“sh-shū-shūgo.” you cry pathetically, hiccuping as the jolting of your body breaks any and all vowels tumbling from your lips.

he can’t help but to cum at the sight of it- shivering, spearing you down to paint every inch of your gummy walls with his cum.

his grunts sound so good, so low, barely a register you can hear- but you definitely feel.

the way he holds you down gives you a small mercy, both of you panting out wet puffs of air.

“t-thank you.” you whisper, aftershocks of pulsing squeezes against him- you look up at him, pick your tilting head to look at him with tired, questioning eyes- chest squeezing at feeling the still rock hard cock inside you.

he grins at you once more- looking like an animal, a predator.

“what? you think your captain’s that tired bunny?” meian huffs, tugging your plaint body onto his chest-

“no- i’m gunna stuff you full, this is your punishment baby.”

hips buck off the couch, balls slapping heavy onto your ass- squirming body held down by his muscled arms.

any thoughts of rebuttal, any noise of complaint dried up in your throat- as far as punishments went, well,

this was your favorite.

[plsbyallmeans]

Hello, friends.

I have been dealing with haters and trolls for the past few days. They are both flooding my tumblr and our secret tumblr.

They are ridiculing that we are shipping Bill and Hillary and/or we are supporting them.

What worries me is that these people seem to be targeting other Clinton fans too. I received messages telling me that they got nasty anon as well.

First, I'm really sorry for that. I think they are going through the users who reblogs or interacts with this tumblr and theclintonletters. So if you are getting Anons, just please block them.

Second, I am really torn if we should move our confession/secret tumblr. It's just sad how they ridicule the confessions. I just continue to block and delete replies. What's sad is that, that blog is created for us to spill our secret feelings and thoughts without fear of being judged but here they are ridiculing our "confession". So I am really torn what to do.

Let me know what you think. ❤️

Code: 84 59 58 2

[fizzingwizard]

Alright alright alright digimon adventure: episode 21, go!!! Last week I was interested to see if the pretty vague ep 21 preview was gonna be a mostly dull fight type filler ep or if the reason for the vagueness was there was too much plotty stuff going on for them to reveal. It’s the latter, I’m happy to say!

It was really cool!! There was a lot of good stuff so YAY! Anything I write here will be a spoiler but let’s just say that T is a very important letter in the alphabet! multiple Ts, in fact!!

Cap of the day: my boy being AWESOME

Let’s get to it! under the cut as usual

Now last week’s episode was A LOT. We rescued Takeru who no one even knew needed rescuing, gained and then immediately lost the Holy Digimon, got him back in the form of a digi-egg, and then immediately lost THAT too. Honestly I get why it’s Chosen Children and not Chosen Adults - adults would be like “are you KIDDING me all this work with NO PAYOFF I am gonna SUE”

Patamon’s digi-egg has been abducted by this guy... Skullnightmon? It seems he was a Xros Wars character. I had to look him up because at first I tried “Scarlnightmon” because Idk I was thinking Scarlet Night??? like night of blood and death??? idk. and Google tried to autocorrect it to “Scranton.” Uh... yeah. Skullnightmon makes more sense because of the BIG ASS SKULL on his breasplate. -.-;

It occurs to me how little I know about any Digimon series other than Adventure X’D I mean, I’m not gonna do anything to change that, but.... yeah I’m gonna continue to mix up stuff like this. His loyal steed is Darkmaildramon.

Yamato, of course, is immediately like Protective Mode On.

So at first I was a bit worried that this ep was gonna just Move Things Along as usual and Yamato wasn’t going to react to his little bro randomly being in the digital world. Let alone in the clutches of pure evil up until just recently. When you’re caught up in battle it’s admittedly hard to find time to Talk about stuff but COME ON

Fortunately, thought we don’t get a lot of Talking, we do get a bit. Like this cute moment where Takeru tries to explain what happened and Yamato’s just like “We can talk later” and gives him this adorable head pat. Ok, fine. I can live with that. It’s better than nothing xP

They arrive at the creepy castle which Taichi recognizes as the place Ogremon directed them to. It looks very evil and in front of it is a giant equally evil moat.

They also find this sinkhole sort of thing which Takeru promptly rushes over to stand at the very edge.

Yamato: OMG kid I look away for ONE SECOND

le gasp! Takeru finds a shiny feather at the edge of the hole! It’s a sign of the holy digimon! We should go investigate!

Oops first we have to find this gross Garurumon knock off... Its name is Splashmon but I think it should be “MeltedCrayonGarurumon”

Splashmon is apparently also from Xros wars and can turn into liquid and take on the form of other Digimon... I don’t know if he’s always this shit at it though. Maybe being controlled by evil is the reason for all the meltyness because he looks pretty cool in his wikia:

rofl...

Splashmon showers them all with acid rain and Yamato protec baby bro :< *wibble*

He then carries him to safety like this. xP

Yamato: Takeru, hide!

Takeru: This bottomless pit that reeks of evil seems like an ideal hiding spot. Niichan will be so proud

No but seriously... looks like we don’t get cowardly, crybaby Takeru this season. The kids getting to y’know Be Human about stuff is a thing it looks like I’m going to continue to miss in this reboot. But on the other hand, I genuinely DO enjoy Takeru throwing his all into saving Angemon.

Skullnightmon sticks Angemon’s digi-egg here where it gets chained down by evil vines. Very evil. Also seems like overkill, I mean, it’s an egg, what’s it going to do, roll off the platform?

We then switch gears and rejoin the kids in the real world, where Koushirou has, apparently overnight, if not in the last five minutes, created an update for their digivices which enables them to always be in contact with their partner. I don’t really get the details but that appears to be the size of it. We also catch up with Mimi and Jou.

At first I thought this was a school, but no, IT’S MIMI’S HOUSE. She has a PERSONAL CHAUFFEUR. Like, 99 Adventure Mimi was well-off, that was especially clear in 02... but... WOWZA.

Mimi’s parents look as stupid as ever xD I love them. They’re joined by her grandpa. After having been gone for three days with no explanation, Mimi’s parents are just like “Don’t you want to take it easy at home today?” when she says she needs to go out. Mimi’s just like “I gotta do what I gotta do!” (ok she actually quotes her grandpa from back in her intro ep but) and leaves like nothing happened.

.... I think grandpa might be dead. He doesn’t move the whole scene. Doesn’t even change his expression. I guess his mouth is a bit more open but that could just be because rigor mortis hasn’t quite set in

Meanwhile in Jou’s (normal, average) apartment, we meet SHIN-NIISAN!!! He’s as much of a dick as ever. I love him. Jou’s parents were mad because 1) he was gone for three days, 2) he skipped cram school, 3) he lost his textbook. I think Shin’s basically like HECK yeah finally my little bro shows his cool side! So he decides to be an enabler. GOOD, seems like Jou needs someone to be on his side at home ;_;

Their Digimon partners are traveling in the interwebz like... this... -____-;

They end up tracking Calmaramon, who is indeed Calmaramon.

I remember from Frontier when Renamon evolved to Calmaramon everyone gave her SO MUCH GRIEF for not being sexy. Wasn’t there like this whole episode devoted to how beautiful Izumi’s evolutions were and then Calmara the Squid Woman shows up and everyone’s like “ewww gross yuck!!” And ok I know she’s evil here too. But guys I JUST THINK SQUID WOMAN IS WICKED AWESOME OKAY. Like that is a LOOK. Versace take notes.

Like can we get some body positivity??? There is NOTHING wrong with being half-squid. Zephyrmon is not better just because she wears lingerie! Bet she can beat everyone at the swim meet. Also tastes yummy fried or raw with soy sauce.

ok I’m done. I’m serious about loving Calmaramon though. I have so many Frontier issues I totally forgot about >_>;

*cough* so yeah Calmaramon and those little green Digimon virus things take control of some boat and Koushirou’s like Uh-Oh Danger Will Robinson. Piyomon tries to attack with Magical Fire and is surprised, for some reason, when it does not do much. They are very much outnumbered and Calmaramon is clearly a much higher level than them so WHY do they think child-level is gonna be enough??

So this is cool!! Koushirou appears to be learning to read digi-code! He sounds out Calmaramon’s name by himself. We still pretty much have the question of why Taichi could just read digi-code fluently (well, almost? he randomly couldn’t read everything at the fortress if memory serves) and Koushirou has to sound it out... will we get an answer to this or?? Like if it were Takeru or Hikari I’d just assume it’s their Magic Baby powers at work but it was never made clear if just Taichi can read like this or they all can, and now it seems like maybe they all can’t since Koushirou’s trying so hard here...

Meanwhile Takeru...

99 Yamato would never have taken his eyes off Takeru for so long lmao

though it makes more sense if this season’s Takeru is more independent which he seems to be

Splashmon turns out to be really tough to beat, because he’s lost his mind and therefore holds nothing back xP He crushes MetalGreymon and WereGarurumon to the ground, infecting them with miasma.

At this point I was disappointed that Taichi and Yamato were still so clear-headed... like when are you gonna worry about your partner dude?? He gets the Crest of Courage because he’s never felt fear in his life??????

But then, their next move fails and WereGarurumon de-evolves back to Gabumon, while MetalGreymon is still in Splashmon’s clutches. He proceeds to pretty much make MetalGreymon’s arm wither away...

And Taichi FINALLY looks worried. ABOUT TIME.

Takeru has made it to the bottom of the hole, where he is startled to find this giant eye. I would also fall right on my bottom if I suddenly came across a giant eye.

Giant eye seems interested in Takeru’s digivice, so Takeru politely lets him have a look. BLINGGGGGGG.

Giant Eye: Ow ow ow turn it down!!!

Takeru: Sorry it’s LED!!

Taichi runs to rescue MetalGreymon in the... most ineffectual way possible... I love him...

The miasma can even hurt humans, it appears. Even though he’s in pain, Taichi doesn’t give up, and we get to hear Yamato shriek “Taichi!” all scared and adorable-like.

Taichi passionately reminds MetalGreymon about what they’re fighting for and succeeds in motivating him to be less dead.

Taichi: GIMME A V DOT THE I CURLY C T O R Y VICTORY!! *CLAP CLAP* VICTORY!! *CLAP CLAP*

Yamato: Incredible... so this is the power of a Pep Talk...

Taichi’s Pep causes MetalGreymon’s arm to... fall off... but it’s ok because it sprouts a long wiggly band of light uhhhhhh which then turns into a Giant Gun. So all is well. because MetalGreymon didn’t already have enough guns

MetalGreymon succeeds in defeating Splashmon and we seem some purple crystal sort of thing disappear, my guess is that’s what was controlling him. Agumon falls from midair and Taichi catches him like this.

They cute. They also need a break. Well, Agumon needs a break, I honestly think Taichi doesn’t even have an Off button...

Just when you think things can’t get weirder... Giant Eye appears.

Takeru’s on top of him looking all cool! Till he immediately falls!

Yamato catches him somewhat more adroitly than Taichi caught Agumon xP

The eye belongs to ElDradimon!! I love “animals with worlds on their backs” so this is totally up my ally. My first guess about the eye was that it was gonna be one of the digital sovereigns but this is still pretty cool.

Sooooooo cooooooooool

Yamato doesn’t even lecture Takeru about going off on his own and not hiding like he was told. SO DIFFERENT CANNOT COMPUTE. But looks how happy Takeru is to be praised by his bro for helping ElDradimon. Awww.

I’ve got to now reevaluate how I think things will go down because I really expected Takeru to be something that drives a wedge between Yamato and Taichi. In the old days, Yamato was super protective but Taichi would let Takeru do whatever and Takeru got a little boy crush on him which fed into Yamato’s inferiority complex. But if Yamato’s not overprotective and Takeru is already capable on his own... New directions are good though. I won’t be sorry if they don’t rehash all that BUT I need it to be replaced with something else. Taichi can’t just always be serious, Yamato can’t just always be cool... I like the reboot but I am still on edge about the character stuff.

... Yeah so ElDradimon was mega cool and then... he opened up his VACANT head... bahahaha.... bahahahahahahahahahahaha

So what I really liked about this ep was what I saw as parallels drawn between Taichi and Takeru on the theme of “Do anything to help your partner.” Takeru can’t stop looking for Angemon’s egg, that’s why he goes into the hole after finding the feather. He might not know what’s doing but he’s still gonna do it. Taichi knows a bit more and he’s usually so calculating and strategic, but when MetalGreymon looked on the verge of defeat he threw caution to the wind and tried to save him himself. Okay, not the first time we’ve seen this, true, but it did seem to be the running theme of the episode.

I know I didn’t really talk about how apparently the kids can now update their partners with new powers/gadgets?? by believing in them enough... but y’know that just sounds like the sort of thing a kid’s show would do. I almost miss the card game from Tamers... it would be cool to see the kids have to think and strategically choose what they want to equip their partners with. That was part of the enticement of Tamers, where Adventure was more inexplicable magic, Tamers relied more on intent. Taichi is such a strategist (and of course there’s also freaking Koushirou) that it seems a waste to not involve the kids in the decision making more.

Next week’s ep preivew was a bit hard to follow but 1) the animation looks better than this week thank heaven and 2) it looks like fun. And we get more bamf Takeru! Woot. Can I still say woot in 2020? I can because of senior citizen privilege right?

[somekidinacoma]

The Prince and the Raven-Chapter 2

Chapter 1 here

Thank you to @imyasart for drawing the beautiful picture that inspired this story!!

-Present Day, in the Eastern Kingdom of Sanders-

Clang

Shhh-ah

Tsh

The various sounds of swords clashing into one-another rang through Virgil's ears as he watched the battle before him. The prince-turned-raven sat atop a shop in the so-called quiet village of Crofter.

Krsht

Ts

Shrt

No matter how many times it happened, Virgil still wasn't used to watching Roman fight. Especially so many people.

Roman had come to this town searching for the alchemist Logan Barry, by command of the king. Turns out that the man was worth something to nasty pirates, as well. Once the scoundrels got word of Prince Roman's arrival they attacked in vain. With no plan in place, they had nothing on the red-haired prince. He could handle them, of course. He'd fought the likes of which no ship-full of pirates could ever defeat. Giant trolls and grumpy ogres and the like.

But that didn't mean that Virgil didn't worry.

Roman smiled in victory as he knocked down the final good-for-nothing that stood in the way of the building holding the alchemist.

The prince took long strides towards the door of the small hut, a smirk on his face. His pride overtook him so much that he didn't take care to notice the disheveled man running towards him, a sword in hand.

Roman turned around to the shrill sound of a ravens call, just in time to roll out of the way of the swing of a sword. Almost.

The sword chopped of nearly a square inch of hair, which fell to the ground, seemingly in slow motion.

Roman stared at his lost comrades, horror decorating his usually bright, happy features.

Needless to say, Roman made quick work of the murderous man.

Virgil flew down towards Roman, landing on the prince's shoulder, lightly tightening his grip to show sympathy towards Roman's lost hair.

It took a moment for the both of them to remember the reason they had to sacrifice their cherished friends.

Virgil swore to remember this loss as Roman began to walk towards the hut. After trying the wooden doorknob, which didn't seem to work, Roman kicked the door in. The prince plastered a smile on his face, smirking proudly at the blue-haired alchemist.

Lord, how Virgil missed his purple hair.

Virgil dived for a small, dusty table as Roman went to untie the man.

"About time," Logan's voice instantly made Virgil want to speak to him. He sounded intelligent. The raven missed having conversations, especially with the wizards and mages that he used to speak with about magic. "I've been here for three days."

Logan stood, and Virgil took the chance to get a good look at him.

He was the same height as Roman, 5'11"-ish, making it easy to see the contrast between Logan's dark blue hair and Roman's bright red. The alchemist was very pale next to Roman's perfect tan, though he did seem as though he might be able to compare to Roman's strength. He had most likely been trained to defend himself with castle guards, just as Roman had.

"My deepest apologies old friend," Roman replied. "We had not received word of your disappearance until yesterday. The mail-carrier seemed to have gotten lost."

"How does one get lost on a journey to the capitol?" Logan sneered bitterly. Virgil had to admit that he had a right to be upset, although he didn't appreciate the scientist directing that towards the prince. "You can see the castle's towers from here!"

"Do not blame him, friend. He was but a young boy. T'was most likely his first journey to our home," Roman was quick to defend the boy.

"Why do you insist on calling me friend? We haven't spoken in years," Logan said distractedly, almost annoyed, as he went to gather the bag and parchment that the pirates had stolen from him.

"That does not mean we are not still friends," Roman declared, the smile on his face growing.

"I suppose you're right." Logan, too, smiled as he adjusted the straps of his bag to fit against his shoulder better. Something changed in the man as he looked back at the prince, almost as if he had remembered their time as friends. "Shall we be off?"

"We shall!"

****

"So you have acquired a raven, have you?" Logan adjusted his glasses to inspect the bird that sat atop Roman's shoulder more carefully.

The small group walked peacefully along the path back to the capital of the kingdom Virgil had come to call home.

"He was sent to me from a distant land. When he arrived, he had been enchanted to find one with a pure heart, as to find a companion to live for a while," Roman explained, a proud look covering his face.

"Enchanted, you say?" Logan asked, a curiosity that Virgil didnt think he liked sprinkled in his voice. "May I inspect him further upon our arrival at the castle?"

"That decision is V's to make," Roman eyed the bird to see if he seemed uncomfortable with Logan's prying. "He's an incredibly intelligent creature."

"So I see," Logan spoke as he went to poke at the bird. Virgil grabbed his finger with a talon, gently pushing the alchemist's hand away from him. "Should I take that as a 'no'?"

Roman chuckled lightly, as to make sure V didn't lose his balance. "We're almost to the castle. We'll have to see V's opinion once we get to your laboratory."

Just as Roman finished his statement, the outwr houses of Sanders' capital came into view.

Virgil flew ahead of the two, towards the castle, to alert the guards of Roman's return.

The raven could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Lord, was he in trouble. There was no way that he, a cursed half-raven fae creature was allowed to fall in love with the prince of an entirely human kingdom. Sure, this particular kingdom had now yet joined the war against the fae, but most humans still looked down on them greatly.

"Who gives a shit?" Virgil thought to himself as he landed in from of the guard tower, calling to them in the way he did every time he returned to the castle with Roman. "Its not like it matters. I'll never return to normal anyways."

****

"This is so exciting!" Logan practically jumped on excitement as he ran around his lab. "I've been studying enchantments and spells from the West for years."

"Just don't do anything dangerous." Roman felt a wave of nervousness wash over him. He didn't know what he would do if something were to ever happen to V. The bird had become immensely important to him.

Virgil also felt anxiousness in the pit of his stomach. After listening to Logan talk about his ideas on dispelling curses, he agreed to let the scientist work on him.

It was obvious to Roman now that the bird was under a curse, and the curiosity of what it could possibly be overcame any anxiety he was feeling, hence why he was even letting this happen. If not for this new realization, Logan's lab equipment would not be anywhere close V's purple-tinted feathers.

"Calm down, Logan." Roman didn't mean to sound so commanding, but the fear of something happening to V made him become far scarier than he truly was.

Logan did take a second to relax before gathering the last item he needed and walking towards the large, stone table in the center of the room.

Virgil took this time to really look around the room, needing a distraction. Its not like he would understand what Logan was doing or saying, anyways.

The room was about the size of Roman's bedroom (large, though there weren't near as many mirrors). Viles, and test tubes, and beakers lined the wooden shelves around the walls, most of them containing some sort of wildly-colored fluid. Some of the containers were labeled with such things as "ogre's sweat," or "troll bogey," and other things Virgil thought odd.

The bird was suddenly flung out of his observations by a scratch just under his beak, where Roman knew he liked being scratched. "Are you ready, V?"

Roman's eyes held a mixture of curiosity and concern, both of which got more intense as Virgil nodded his head, turning to face the excited alchemist.

Hopping forward, Virgil prepared himself for any pain he might feel. His transformation to this form hurt, so it only made sense that a transformation back would as well.

Logan held a tube with a bright purple liquid. The mixture didn't seem dangerous, and it didn't smell bad. Virgil took that as a good sign.

Roman held his breath as Logan poured the liquid over the raven. At first, nothing happened.

The room was unbearably silent. The prince found it strange how uncomfortable this silence was. The air felt thick, and Roman swore that even his sword couldn't cut through it.

Logan's shoulders dropped. "I guess it didn't work..."

Everyone let out a breath filled with both disappointment and relief. At least V wasn't hurt.

Logan grabbed some of the viles, turning to put them back in their place in the shelves.

Just as Roman reached out to pet V's head, a a beam of darkness seemed to blast out of the bird. Roman heard glass breaking and a gasp as more darkness emitted from the dark feathers of his friend.

Croaks and calls fell from the birds beak, and slowly the shape of the creature morphed and changed.

Feathers fell from the form, and replacing them was pale human skin and beautiful, purple hair. The dark beak turned from that into a human nose and soft, pink lips. Talons slowly turned into human legs, feet, and toes, and wings to arms, hands, and fingers (with appropriate black nail polish).

Slowly, but surely, the raven's calls turned to human screams, and slowly but surely, Roman's companion, a raven by the name V, was turning into a human.

@tinkslittlebelle

@icequeenoriginal

[halo--hall]

5, 9, 19, 29, 47, 49, 50

5. it’s raining outside, what do you start playing?house at pooneil corners - jefferson airplane

9. go-to sex song?hahahahaha oh man uhhell is around the corner - tricky

19. what’s your guilty pleasure song?no guilty pleasures!! most of the music i listen to is objectively pretty bad as a baseline, lol. i get made fun of the most for how much i love oasis and one direction tho. i also unironically love macklemore, which is probably at least kind of bad to most people...

29. hottest band member / artist?i still have the world’s biggest gross nasty crush on a d a m s l a c k 🙈also like jack casady in the 60s was a mega babe... i said what i said

47. which artist has the shittiest fans?LOL dude you picked the most iconic Q’s for me right nowthe first time i met the str*ts we were hanging out at a bar and their bassist was like “thx for hanging out with us, we wish more of our fans were cool” with fear and dread in his eyes & i didn’t understand what he meant & then six months later a bunch of their crusty middle aged fans wrote an entire hate thread about me and my friends in the band’s official facebook group in which they claimed we made a “strong argument for euthanasia” so uh gotta go with those people

49. all time, #1, most favorite artist?jefferson airplane

50. all time, #1, most favorite song?i have thought long and hard about this over the years and it’s a tie between chinese rocks - johnny thunders & the heartbreakers & supersonic - oasis

[rhapsody-under-pressure]

Moonlight Magic pt 7

“You two doing okay? I haven’t seen either of you two sit near each other for over a week!”

As soon as Roger asked the question, his lip curled up into a sneer. He took a vicious bite out of the red apple in his hand, scoffing a second later in response. Even with a week passing, he didn’t dare speak to Freddie until he wanted to apologise; it wasn’t like he hadn’t tried either, he had done so multiple times in the past week but Freddie just wouldn’t accept any form of talk with him. Freddie would gladly go speak to John or Roger, but as soon as he appeared, he either silenced himself or straight up left the room altogether. Of course it didn’t surprise him, he’d done this plenty of times in the past, often over petty little reasons too, but never did they occur so close to the moon. The mere thought of Freddie trying to get through the night by himself terrified him and yet, he couldn’t help but let his current contempt corrupt his thoughts. Let him go try it, see how hard it is by himself! Was a recurring thought over the past two days; with the day now upon them, however, he couldn’t help but let it start to worry him that it would indeed become true.

“Splendid! Absolutely peachy!” Brian exclaimed, taking another chunk out of his apple, the idea now not even bothering him while his anger simmered once more. “Lousy bastard can’t admit he’s wrong for the life of him! Always tries to be the mediator with shit like this when he’s almost always the cause!” He continued, tossing the apple core to the ground. “God and then he pulls this silent treatment with me instead of just talking.”

“It’s Fred. What, is he pissed about someone meddling with his clothes? Or did someone claim dogs were better?” Roger asked, laughing at his own suggestions right after.

Despite his instant panic at the true answer, Brian just shrugged it off, only revealing a sliver of the truth. “I wish I knew! I try to help him out with so much but then he barks at me for being too involved. He’s needy as all hell though and God forbid if I’m not there when he needs me.”

“Bah, give ‘im time, Bri.” Roger answered. “Probably just pissy again cause of exams coming up and whatnot. I mean I don’t even see him eat now and the guy looks like he hasn’t seen the sun in a year! Though, a few other sixth years look like that too and to be honest, I can see why. Fifth years are still worse; good lord have you seen some of them? Those O.W.Ls are scaring them shitless!” He said.

“Don’t act like you’re not nervous either.” Brian added.

“Trust me, I’m in a similar boat as them all.” Fear started to light up his face. “I mean, my whole life is basically riding on how well I do on these tests and I can’t fathom failing any of them. I’ve already seen big old Ts haunting me in my dreams.” He bit down on his bottom lip before finishing. “I guess we’ll just have to see! Bet they’re all just hyping up how hard they are so that we study more.”

Brian only scoffed, knowing full well that Roger had a lot in store if he wanted to believe that tripe. With the bell ringing, the two parted ways. Roger was dashing off towards his class, whatever exactly it was, he didn’t know; for now he headed off towards his defense class, wondering what “surprises” Jenk had in store for them. Perhaps more spells he’d learned already so that he could keep Freddie’s ass safe or some more useless facts he’d memorised the prior year to make sure they wouldn’t fall behind in any of their classes. Amazing, absolutely amazing how much time he’d put into keeping this thing a secret and what did he get in repayment? Nothing, just him being an absolute prick towards him. What he wouldn’t give to hear him say that he was sorry, sorry for what he’d said and done over the past few years and that he would just stop acting like a complete child over something this serious.

He growled as he marched down the hall, ignoring the other students who wanted to get in his way-did these kids not know what speed was-and shoved them off when necessary, earning a few nasty stares from some of the younger years. The door to his class was already open, Jenk’s hard stare meeting his for a quick second before parting. Without hesitation, he laid his work down on his desk and sat in the back, not wanting to be up front and deal with the same stuff over and over again.

As expected, it was the same old stuff again. Jenk went on about various spells: disarming and stunning (something he’d learned back in his fifth year), when to use them (something that should just be common sense), and a quick recap of dementors (a creature he knew plenty about). He mentioned how they’d start working on patroni next class after acquiring a boggart to practice with them, mentioning how Dumbledore had given him the idea. That was the only interesting part of the class and made him perk up, something he seemed to share with much of the class. Jenk smiled warmly, knowing that this was one of the surefire ways to get teenagers’ attention: dangerous activities that might kill them. After that quick announcement, he went over the creature even more so, repeating facts and attacks that Brian already knew, killing the little bit of attention that he had for those few seconds.

Despite every attempt he made, he couldn’t get his mind off of a mock argument in his mind. Constant possible retorts to anything Freddie might say continued to pop up as the class continued on. God couldn’t he just not think about him for once? Maybe then he’d actually get to pay attention, even if it was stuff he’d learned already; anything was more interesting at this point, even if that meant watching a plant grow in herbology. Brian had put up with this for years, shouldn’t he be bored of this? Revising the usual events that would have to go on tomorrow night, if he even wanted to go help out that ungrateful little brat, and then having to deal with John-John...His eyes widened at the thought. It wasn’t the same thing, they had John to deal with. The little fourth year had no idea what it was like and was probably as anxious as Freddie was, though in all the wrong ways; he must be bustling with anticipation to see a werewolf for the first time and completely immune to any fear over what that creature actually did. Brian, in all honesty, couldn’t fathom the idea of being in the same room as another one ever again. Maybe that’s what was keeping him so fixated upon this argument; proving Freddie wrong might mark some kind of change in their relationship and one change often led to another.

“Mr. May, would you like to answer the question?”

Jenk’s booming voice struck him like a tree branch, snapping out of his stupor as both the Ravenclaws and Gryffindors stared at him, awaiting the answer to a question he didn’t know.

“Well?” Jenk asked, “Why are dementors used in Azkaban?”

He took in a deep breath, wracking his brain for a composed answer in the few more seconds of silence that followed. “They’re used there to literally suck the soul out of the prisoners there, ensuring that none would escape due to being left in an empty state. They don’t use the kiss, but they do remove much of the happiness left in the prisoners because if they don’t have any happiness, they’re only left with their worst memories.”

“Very good Mr. May, five points to Ravenclaw.” Jenk said, now returning to the lesson, beaming after getting a well worded answer from one of his students, though Brian knew if any other student had answered the way he had, they would’ve gotten far more than five points. See! There it was again! The fact that all his hard work that he’d put into keeping Freddie safe was now harming the rest of their house. If Jenk didn’t know he was ahead in the class, they could’ve gotten more points and gotten closer to winning the cup! Brian angrily sighed, looking back down at his open book that was probably on the wrong page anyway. Forget it, just forget it. If he wants to believe that he can handle this on his own to prove something to me, fine, let him. He can do whatever the hell he wants and that’s fine.

…

With night now falling, Brian was left completely alone. Both John and Roger were in their perspective houses, unless they’d snuck out to be together in some undisclosed location, and Freddie, as expected, wouldn’t say a word to him. When he’d gone into the dorm, he saw his figure buried beneath his blankets, either fast asleep or pretending to do so. He only scoffed at him, wishing that he had the nerve to whack a pillow across that bastard’s face. In the end, he just grabbed his things and went down the the common room, staring at the purple flames that were brightly lit, curling into little blue wisps that contrasted the golden embers beneath. He just stared and stared, his mind drawing a blank after it going completely nuts earlier.

A soft tapping came from behind him. In the light of the almost full moon sat a rather large owl, a letter sitting in his beak as he continued to tap at the glass with his talons. Brian got up, raising an eyebrow in curiosity as he unlocked the window to let the large bird in.

“Felix!? What’re you doing here?” He asked, seeing his family’s own just ruffle his feathers in response and stick out the letter towards him. Brian took the letter, Felix giving a loud squawk and earning a harsh “SH!” in response.

“Go to the Owlrey, you can go home tomorrow, okay?” Brian asked, Felix seeming to understand enough to fly off, leaving him only with the crackling of both the flames and the envelope.

Brian,

Your father’s fallen ill. The doctors aren’t too sure what it is right now but we want you to come home to be with us just in case something happens. We know how much you care about your studies and we hope that you don’t have much work to worry about at school. Dumbledore knows of the circumstances, we told him with another owl. Let us know as soon as possible.

Mum

A short message, but those dried tear stains told him why it was so abrupt. Brian could only sit down on the floor once more, constantly re-reading the letter until he’d memorised every single word in the message; the weight on his chest was continuing to build with every passing second while his mind rushed with questions. How could they not know what was going on? Was it really that serious? If so, couldn’t they have sent something sooner? No, he couldn’t blame anyone right now. Right now, Brian’s mind was focused on rushing up to Dumbledore’s study.

Before he stepped out of the room, Brian paused, giving a quick glance behind him towards the staircase up to the dormitories. He looked down at the letter, folding it up carefully and sticking it into his pocket next to his wand. As quietly as possible, he walked up the steps and entered his room. Just like before, Freddie was fast asleep, completely immune to his surroundings for the next few hours. In the soft moonlight his skin looked even paler and turned the back of his head silver. Brian clenched his jaw and walked over to his bag, pulling out a sheet of paper and a quill, wetting the tip with his tongue and scribbling out a quick message for Freddie. Without another thought, he laid it on the nightstand and left.

Wasting no time, Brian hurried down the halls towards Dumbledore’s study, dashing up the stairs until he stood in front of the massive gargoyle statue, its golden eyes staring right through his soul. In his frantic state, he could barely think, let alone remember the damned password that he’d put up for him to enter. He rambled off every sweet he could think of, starting with toffee until he ended up at ice pops, wondering what the hell he had put as the password.

“Mr. May?”

A serene voice came from behind him. He turned and saw the headmaster staring at him from behind his half-moon glasses, those piercing blue eyes showing not a bit of anger or wonder. Before Brian could even try to respond, Dumbledore stepped forward, his elegant, maroon robes flowing behind him.

“Bubblegum.” He said, the gargoyle now hopping off its pedestal to let them through.

Where on earth do you get that from? Brian asked, now following the headmaster into his office.

He said nothing to him, he just held out his hand, Brian giving him a confused look for a moment before handing out the letter to him. He gave a quick glance over the letter, a glimmer dancing across his eyes before he tucked it into his robes.

“I understand there’s issues at home. You need not specify anything, your mother gave enough in the letter she gave me.” He said, giving nothing else before walking over to his enormous fireplace. A loud squawk sounded from his right, Brian jumping until he saw Fawkes looking down at him from his perch, now cleaning his wings and completely ignoring his presence. The room turned green, Brian watching the flames lose every shade of red and yellow and glow a brilliant emerald with streaks of white.

“If you need anything you might’ve left here, send an owl.” Dumbledore said, now stepping back to give him time to get in.

“T-thank you sir.” Brian replied, now thankful that his lungs had recovered from his running.

He gave a warm smile, that sight being the last thing before Brian called out his home address before stepping into the flames.

…

“THAT BLOODY BASTARD!”

Shreds of paper laid on the floor as Freddie crushed them beneath his foot, his knuckles going white as he bared his clenched teeth; his face was heating up as every part of him burned with anger. He just left! Left without saying a single word to him and left a note to explain it all! What kind of audacity does someone have to have in order to do that?!

Freddie collapsed onto his bed behind him, his body groaning in pain at the mere act of ripping the letter into little pieces. Yet the anger burned on, trying its best to ignore the stress it was putting onto his already tired body. How could he? How the hell could he? He couldn’t bother to tell him? Hell he could’ve done so much more than leave a little letter that said “Dad’s sick, going home.” That there was such a big help! Absolutely amazing! Freddie growled again, wishing he could rip the paper up once more.

His heart began to sink as the weight upon his chest grew. Did he really not care about him? Was he so obsessed with himself that he didn’t bother treating him like an equal? Or was he starting to realise what he was and felt like he didn’t have to treat him like a human anymore-just someone who was sick and not important. To make matters worse, he had left today. Of all days he chose today. I don’t need him. He tried telling himself. I don’t, John’s there and-what’re you on about, you don’t need either of them! He pushed himself up into a seated position, shivering in his spot as he tried heating up his icy hands. As much as he tried to ignore the impending night, his mind just couldn’t shake the usual fears: hurting someone, hurting himself beyond repair, someone else getting infected; it all was just terrifying and Freddie could already feel his stomach start to twist within him.

He doesn’t care. He couldn’t possibly care. Tears started welling up at the corner of his eyes. He’ll never see you as anything but a nuisance. He wanted to scream everything right at Brian’s face or just throw a book right at it. What kind of nerve did he have to have to think he could do this to him? Surely he couldn’t hate him that much, right? So what if he hadn’t talked to him for days, that was Brian’s fault; if he didn’t want to apologise, then that’s on him. He wasn’t giving in first because Brian thought he was right. Every single time he was too stubborn, something bad happened.

Something bad happened...Freddie turned to look down at his blankets. Why did he think that? He ran his hand along the duvet, the very same texture being the one Brian had brought to him one morning. His mind could only throw flashing images at him for a few seconds: the hulking outline of the beast, the door smashing right into its muzzle, Brian’s petrified face. He didn’t know that he’d seen him, nor did he want him to know.

He was fifteen again. Brian was practically carrying him at this point, his hands trembling as he tried to hold him there while finding his wand in his pocket. The door had formed in front of them, Brian rushing through with him as he already felt his clothes grow tighter around his arms and chest. The room was suffocating and the beast was already trying to rip itself out of Brian’s hold around him. While using his last remaining willpower, Freddie just pushed Brian away as hard as he could before collapsing onto the ground. A blood-curdling cry echoed off the walls as his nails ripped through the fabric of his outfit.  

The scene froze on Brian’s terrified face, constantly zooming closer and closer so that he could try and find out what was going through his mind. How could someone have so much going on in their mind in just one second: fear, worry, anger, a convoluted storm of so many emotions that they turned his eyes glassy and unfocused, almost reverting back to their primal state where everything centered around the idea of “survive”.

Everything grew hazy in front of him, Freddie finally blinking to wash away the last bit of the memory. He grabbed his blankets, trying to stabilize himself. Nothing seemed to want to work though: thinking about good things, focusing on his current surroundings, even smacking his hand against the nightstand to try and feel something different wasn’t doing anything. He could still feel the cold floor on his hands and the putrid drool that dribbled down the side of the beasts mouth. When the fact that it’d all happen tonight struck him, his eyes flew back open as his body began to twitch and shake.

Do something, try something. He got up from his spot, his knees shaking and hindering his ability to walk in a straight line; the floor seemed to be made of spikes, every step jabbing at his aching legs and soles of his feet as he finally made his way to the door. His mind began fighting with itself: the desperate half began whining at him to go get Brian so that he’d have some help while the stubborn half absolutely refused to even think of him. Remember, he left you. His lip curled up into a sneer as he swung the door open, slowly making his way down the stairs and covering up as much of his body with his cloak to avoid any probing questions from the other Ravenclaws in the common room. Thankfully, he gained no attention from the others; it seemed that majority of them were more focused on their studies than their surroundings. 

Should he just go sulk in the library? Or go down to the dining hall for something to eat, yeah like that was going to happen. He turned to his left, seeing a cloudless sky in the distance. Unlike the rest of winter so far, it was no longer grey and instead gave the impression that it was a warm day in spring. He could almost see the little budding flowers among the green grass while the trees would start to grow their flowers, ranging from a beautiful white to a rosy pink. If he listened hard enough, he could almost hear the chirps of birds in the distance. But upon moving his gaze ever so slightly, Freddie could only see everything that ruined this illusion: frost still along the sides of the trees that were barren of any life, an absence of any green in the rolling fields, and absolutely no songs from any birds. Maybe in the distance there could be some kind of sign of change, perhaps it wasn’t going to be seen to the naked eye just yet, but spring would come, just as it always would.

He took a seat beneath the giant tree in the middle of the courtyard; no one was outside-who would want to be outside when it was that cold out-yet Freddie didn’t mind; the silence was wonderful, almost a gift to help ease his thoughts. Even with his body feeling so tired, a calm blanket was spreading over his mind. He reached out, playing around with a few strands of grass, the frost upon the tips melting immediately upon touching his fingertips. Every blade glistened in the light of day and made them look more white than green. A small wind blew from behind him, Freddie releasing his hold on those little pieces and watched them dance in the wind. Another wind blew, this time pushing his hair out in front of him and blocking his vision for a quick second. As his vision cleared, he could only see his still outstretched hand, the skin beneath his nails now turning a pale purple. Yet he didn’t feel it; none of the cold was penetrating his body. All he could feel in that moment was the sun shining down on his face, the little bit of warmth emanating from it immediately bringing back that feeling of spring. In that moment, right from above him, a little chaffinch flew onto the tree and sung its loud song.

…

Nerves were bouncing around, every inch of his skin was lined with little goosebumps, and as much as he was trying to force himself up from his spot in the library, he didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to see that thing again, not again. His jaw clenched as he looked up at the line of books in front of him, trying to distract his frantic brain from thinking of the night later on. Alas, it wasn’t working-but what would work? Eating-ha! He was instantly sickened by the mere thought of it. Rest in the room until then? Go find one of his friends?

Friends. Were were they? Roger perhaps was studying up in his room, John might be there too, though it was still bizarre as to why he wasn’t here, especially since he had been so excited to learn about tonight. Then there was Brian; should he even call him a friend anymore? Anyone who just left like that shouldn’t even be called that. Coward perhaps. Brian didn’t even want to say a single word to him before leaving because he was scared. Oh how he wanted to scream every curse at him or hurl a book right at his face.

He leaned over into his bag, tearing out a sheet of paper and his wand. The words immediately came out, Freddie spitting out every single thing he wanted to bark at Brian if he was right there in front of him. His wand collected every single word he read out over the next five minutes, Freddie barely pausing for a breath until he finished his rant. He put the tip upon the sheet of paper, watching it fold itself into a neat, crimson envelope.

With his anger now fueling him, he leapt up and marched right on out, shoving his way through the bustling crowds of students who were going back up to their dorms. A select few seemed to also be heading towards the Owlery, for they too were carrying little parcels or letters that must’ve been going back home, but he was the only one with a crimson letter tucked under his arm.

By the time he’d arrived, he could already see the sun start to set. His skin prickled with fear, but he pressed on, calling down one of the school owls and quickly tied the letter to its leg. He told the little bird Brian’s address, the owl taking no time in flying right on out the window. Freddie turned to head out, only to join the other students in the Owlery who were now staring over at the hunched over frame of a student who seemed close to passing out.

“John? What the hell are you doing here?” Freddie asked, John now looking back up at him with a panicky look in his eyes and readjusting the little bag he had around his shoulder.  

“Ah-uh-well I was gonna try and...catch you to...eh...show you something?” He began, his face, somehow, turning darker under the confused gazes of the other students. “H-how about I go show you?”

Freddie growled under his breath and stomped forward, his own face starting to burn under the stares from the others. He grabbed John’s sleeve and marched forward, another wave of chills hitting his body once he stepped outside. As they walked down the steps, John uttered multiple apologies, all of which Freddie just ignored, his main focus being on getting back inside the castle.

“John, it’s fine, alright? Just stop your blubbering!” He snarled, John instantly shutting up from behind him.

“I-I just wanted to make sure everything was alright. I-I couldn’t find Brian and I got worried so I just...chased after you.”

“Oh don’t worry, no one can find Brian here!” He mockingly said. “That little prick went right on home without saying a single word to any of us! Not only that, he found it absolutely brilliant to just write a few words down to explain what was going on. Selfish little brat!”

“Wait, what did happen?”

“His father’s sick. Wish I knew what! But nope! Just left without specifying! Well, he can have fun with that howler. Maybe he’ll learn what an explanation is!” Freddie spat, his jaw winding up so tightly that his teeth might crack.

Upon entering the hallway, Freddie fell silent. He could already see the darkening sky outside and his fear silenced any of the once burning anger inside. He paused, his body not wanting to move any closer to the room. Those childish thoughts returned: don’t let me go in! I don’t wanna! I’m sick of this! Someone, help me...John reached out and grabbed his hand, giving a reassuring smile towards him as he lead him towards the room. Freddie just stood there, tightly gripping his sleeves as John paced back and forth three times. In a matter of seconds, the door formed, John holding it open for him as he brought himself to walk in.

He raised an eyebrow at the sight in front of him. It looked, almost homey, and yet there wasn’t a single piece of furniture. The room was a good size, roughly a dozen metres long and wide and a large window sat to the left, the navy blue sky already starting to give way to the blackness of night. Freddie just sat down on the carpet, not wanting to look around any longer. His body was already giving its occasional convulsion, all those memories starting to swarm around and only intensify his current fears.

Something struck him right in the stomach: what if something happened to him tonight? Was the last thing Brian would ever hear from him be anger? No, no it wouldn’t be, when has anything terrible happened? Surely it wouldn’t just start tonight! Right? His eyes began to water. What good was worrying going to do him? Brian obviously didn’t care about him. He might just open the howler up as soon as it got there and tune it out. His whimpering grew louder; was everything they had nothing? Did he really not matter to him? After everything they’d done together and been through nonetheless, was it just that easy for Brian to move on from him?

“Fred, you alright?” John asked.

Freddie finally became aware of John’s presence and turned to face him. Immediately, he shouted “No! No I’m not alright! Brian’s gone...A-and it’s my own fault!”

“He’ll be back soon though, you can talk to him then.” John told him.

“Don’t be so daft John! He just left that sort of letter for me! He doesn’t care...I-I know he doesn’t or else he would’ve left something more for me o-or still be here w-with…” He looked towards John. “Why’re you still here?”

“Thought you could use some company.” He replied with a proud smile upon his face.

“Comp-what’re you on about?” He wiped away wet streaks on his cheeks. “Get out of here, I-it doesn’t need company.”

“Come off it Fred, I’m not here for it, I’m for you!” He explained. “Don’t worry, I took precautions.” He motioned to behind him where a brown door sat, Freddie only assuming that another room was behind it.

“What-no! No, no, no. C’mon John, go back to your house and get back down here in the morning.” John stayed still, not budging from his spot, even when Freddie stood up and headed towards him. A look of indignation suddenly appeared on John’s face as he stared right up at him, determination shooting through his eyes.

“Fred, I know enough about these things to know that they’re isolating. You feel alone in here every single time you have to go through this. Since Brian’s never here with you, I’ll do it. I’m not going to have you go through something alone. It’ll help, believe me!” John pleaded.

He backed up ever so slightly as Freddie hovered above him. “John. Get out of here now. You don’t know what they’re capable of.” He ordered.

Out of nowhere, John’s shadow began to grow behind him. Freddie looked down and saw his own shadow interrupt the steady silver light that had already started to fill the room. Just a second of distraction was enough. The fire spread through his body and nearly knocked him right to the ground. As it took hold, Freddie’s ability to speak quickly vanished, despite him still desperately trying to tell John to leave. He could already feel his nails ripping into his outfit and piercing his skin as his clothes grew tighter and tighter around him once more. His groans of pain echoed off the walls of the room, the sound of his outfit ripping to shreds following soon after. Fear gripped his stomach as he managed to catch a quick glimpse of John. Instead of any fear, there was this terribly sad look in his eyes as he stood transfixed to his spot, unable to do anything as he watched his monthly change take hold.

Yet, there was something different this time. As his head and ears started to lengthen, a powerful scent struck the beast’s nose; it smelled of metal and something he couldn’t quite identify, and yet it smelled so familiar. Despite its spine still settling into place and its whole body throbbing with pain, the beast quickly shot up, its blood tainted saliva dribbling out of the corner of its mouth and into a massive puddle on the ground. It wasted no time and immediately leapt forward, aiming right for the door that was now shut with John peering out from behind it, his eyes wide with awe and concern. Both of the aforementioned emotions vanished in an instant as the beast reared up onto its hind legs and crashed into the door, John’s face covered with fear as he backed up, just barely missing the beast’s slashing claws through the little bars in the door’s mini window.

Growls of frustration rang through the small room, Freddie wishing he could block out all the sounds and ignore the sight of his friend right in front of him. God he wished he could yell at John right now; how could he be so stupid to want to be here with this thing? Every snarl, every bark, and every attempt to break through the wood door to finally attack the first human it’d seen in years sent waves of adrenaline through its body, every ounce of focus being put onto John and nothing else. It finally smelled blood other than its own, it finally saw flesh other than its own, and it finally saw the chance to attack and spread its disease with ease; the chance was right there, less than a few metres away from it and the door was blocking it. Freddie was immensely thankful for whatever spells John had placed on the door, but all he could feel was the beast’s ever growing frustration.

Finally, it walked away from the door, realising that this attempt wasn’t going to work. Freddie wished he could plead with it, beg it to go back to attacking itself instead of his friend, but he had no control for the next few hours. He was just a witness, a being trapped inside another’s body as it did whatever it wanted. All he could do was watch it prowl around, occasionally lunging back at the door to try and grab John. Only once did it come close and that was when John walked up to the window to get a better look, to which the beast gladly sprung back at the door and dug its massive paw through the window, the daggers just barely missing John’s face.

At one point, when Freddie was sure that a few hours had passed, the beast walked away. Freddie just repeated a silent apology to John, wishing that he knew how bad he felt that he had to witness this whole ordeal. But the mortal terror he felt an instant later put those apologies up in smoke as the beast went to the back of the room, quickly licking its chops before rearing back onto its hind legs and letting out a blood-curdling howl that bounced off the walls of the room, John’s face appearing in the small window once again. With all its energy, the beast fell onto all fours and rushed forward as fast as it could, slamming its whole body against the door and sinking its teeth into the metal bars of the window. It glared at John, trying its best to yank its claws out of the wood as it snarled venomously at him, Freddie just barely able to see its icy blue stare in John’s wide eyes. He saw nothing: no joy, no excitement, no anger, just the primal, frenzied light of a monster that was ready to dig its teeth into some part of John’s body. It growled, sending flecks of its infected saliva towards John’s face, Freddie panicking inside of the creature as it continued its attempts over and over again, trying harder and harder each time to break through the door. Even when he was sure it was starting to tire of this quest, it kept up. All the pain in its body, the blood dribbling down its arm from cutting itself on a stray piece of wood, nothing kept it at bay. Not until the sky started to glow a brilliant gold from the rising sun.

Its head whipped around at the first ray of sunlight that hit the room. Outside sat the clear sky; the east held the sun, glimmering in all its golden glory while off to the west sat the moon, casting its silvery glow for a few more moments before it would vanish until night returned.

Once its eyes laid on the sun, the pain returned to its body, its whimpers and loud cries of pain reverberating off the room as his body shrunk back down to its original size, the fur, teeth, claws, and ears all receded back into his body. With one last snap of his spine back into its normal alignment, Freddie collapsed onto the cold ground, immediately clutching his bleeding arm as all those emotions from the past hours resurfaced and grew to the point that brought him to tears.

He curled up, trying to hide as much of his body from sight as he sobbed into his folded arms, ignoring the pain in his right. Across the room came the sound of a door opening, Freddie venturing a quick glance towards John, who still had that little bag from the Owlery hanging on his shoulder. John said nothing and just sat down next to him, Freddie not daring to look him in the eye after all he had to witness from last night. Yet John still prodded at his arm until he looked up at him again. In John’s outstretched hand sat a little muffin stuffed with blueberries, in his other hand sat a bundle of bandages and some cream of some sort, and a stack of folded clothes-which he presumed were his-sat behind John. John just offered a kind smile as he took the muffin, slowly starting to work on the injury upon his arm as he ate the pastry. After getting dressed, both sat in silence, John offering him a massive sweet from his bag, to which Freddie split it in half. The two ate their halves, Freddie feeling a peaceful warmth spread throughout him just as the sunlight took over the final rays of moonlight.

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Hi Mama! T has not posted a pic of her & S for sometime now (compared to Belgium). She’s posting pics with everyone except with S. Is there trouble in paradise? I’m getting sad 😞. What’s happening? Thanks!

I don’t see it as a problem.  It is not that different than her normal behavior.  I also think that people being in a dither and harassing one of her close friends did not ingratiate the fandom to her or Scott.  So they are making it a point to post pictures of themselves sans their partners.  I also think that we read too much into every post they make.  So there is that.  

Remember they are two individual people.  The fact that women that are pictured with Scott get increasingly nasty and harassing comments is also troubling.  And it only affirms TS fears of being open about their relationship if they are together.  

If one of them is pictured with the opposite sex they will be accused of cheating and that person will get nasty comments.  I wish there was some way to convince people to stop that kind of behavior.

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At first look the crack regarded impassable, not even sufficiently big to suit a tank by way of, not to mention an individual. Nevertheless, on nearer inspection I spotted that to the best was a low flattener. I rearranged a number of unfastened rocks and had a go at pushing by way of. Subsequent factor I do know - POW - I used to be in! So I tied off the reel and off I went down the passage. At this level I had no BC, no fins... a tank and a light-weight in a single hand and a reel within the different. I used to be roof strolling for about 12m after which I reached a giant pit. That is after I thought, this pet goes! I tied off the reel and made my method again to get some correct gear and my buddy. I popped out of the water and was so stupidly excited I may hardly get a full sentence collectively. The gist of the babble was - seize your gear we're going diving!

I needed to push the 95s in entrance of me to get in there, which was no shock. However then I had an attention-grabbing predicament... I couldn't match with the Nomad on. The harness got here off, I used to be actual pleased in regards to the fast launch buckles let me let you know, after which all of the gear obtained stuffed down the opening. As I used to be dressing myself on the opposite aspect of the restriction, it turned obvious that my buddy was struggling to get in. He finally waved me off, so I set off down the passage, picked up the reel and descended down the pit.

It's tough to explain the burst of vitality and pure adrenalin that I used to be feeling presently. It was all I may do to quiet down the pounding coronary heart and calmly tie off alongside the way in which. Nothing can beat the second you unwind a reel into utterly new and unchartered territory. One feels pure, unadulterated pleasure and happiness, all peppered with a little bit of a thrill.

Whereas I had laid a little bit of line right here and there, additional in and deeper down, usually I used to be simply tagging alongside on different individuals's tasks. This time it was totally different. In the long run I laid 200m of line and needed to work for each inch. The doorway restriction is only the start. The entire place was choked up with sand so the going was powerful; a number of of the restrictions took a big period of time to barter. Because the downstream is a siphon this meant that the vis in entrance of me was non existent. A number of instances I needed to cease and chill for some time, hoping the vis will clear sufficient for me to see which method was onward, after I had wedged myself into useless finish corners and crevices.

Because it turned out James did comply with me in finally, he squeezed in with no gear and simply the one tank, eager to take a look. However as he put it, I had redefined a restriction; he needed to breathe out to get by way of the tight stuff. For sure, the method of eradicating gear and pushing it again up the opening was repeated on the way in which out and a celebratory drink adopted.

It was definitely an thrilling discovery, to have the ability to push by way of the tightest of restrictions. But, it was the upstream part of the cave that's the main girl of this story. The upstream part had been on my checklist of locations to go to for some time, and at last X-mas day I made a decision to just do that. By all accounts there was solely about 100m of passage, however I heard it was a reasonably little cave. Properly, think about my shock after I obtained to the top of the road and noticed that while the road stopped, the cave clearly did not.

So I tied off a reel and spooled out. At first it was laborious yakka, very low passage, stuffed with sand after which muddy clay. There's a good 300m of wriggling, in between a rock and a tough place; the restriction is unrelenting. But I pushed it, I persevered, I believed... and extra to the purpose I match! Finally the cave opened up somewhat... then it opened up some extra. My third day there I used to be swimming in fairly a sizeable passage. It's right here that I skilled probably the most terrible of moments, the road on my reel ended, and but the large cobalt blue passage forward of me saved going. I dreamt about that passage that night time and what may probably be across the nook. Decided to not expertise this disappointment once more, the subsequent day I took in two reels. Properly, it appears not even that was sufficient.

I saved going again, day after day for 2 weeks and every day unceremoniously dumped reel after reel into the cave and but it simply did not finish. In a few weeks I laid over 1.8km of line, it was unbelievable. These two weeks had been amongst the most effective of my life, the place I did little or no different then sleep, eat, knot line and discover. I used to be eager to maintain the invention beneath wraps, on condition that in cave nation secrets and techniques are laborious to maintain. I feared individuals may inform by the silly and unrelenting grin on my face that one thing was up; both I used to be getting laid each hour on the hour or I used to be laying line in a virgin cave. Spending a number of hours a day at Wayne's (Amigos Dive Heart) knotting line may even have given people a little bit of a touch. I really feel extraordinarily fortunate to have gotten the chance to find all of it piece by piece with out anybody respiratory down my neck.

Lastly on the finish of the 2 weeks I spotted I needed to cease and survey. This was a tough resolution because the attract of seeing extra unexplored cave was nice. But it needed to be completed, since as they are saying, in the event you do not survey you have not actually completed it. So I discovered what the DADs (Depth, Azimuth, Distance) the place all about and sunk my tooth into it.

Quickly the joys of pursuing virgin passage left me and I tackled creating the map with the identical zeal because the preliminary exploration. I wished and wanted to see the place the cave was heading. Laying line for the sake of laying line just isn't all it's cracked as much as be, and the choice to cease to survey the joint was the most effective one I may have taken. The extra time I spent within the cave the extra I spotted that I used to be having an impression and I started to battle with an moral and ethical dilemma with regard to my presence. Seeing the collapse a pure, untouched state... and seeing the impression, nonetheless small, that I used to be having was daunting. Whereas it's a phenomenal feeling to achieve a spot no different human has ever seen earlier than, ones very presence robs it of its virginity and it'll by no means be the identical once more.

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In the long run it was the finished survey that helped to ease my internal demons, as the knowledge gained regarding the extent and format of the cave has proved to be helpful to the administration of the world. It confirms that the State made the proper resolution regarding the acquisition and safety of the land. Additional the invention illustrates fairly neatly that whereas not each spring is definitely accessible, some are too small even for me to squeeze into, nonetheless they're there and chances are high they result in lengthy and in depth cave programs. Which means everybody, cave diver and layman alike needs to be environmentally conscious and take into consideration the Floridian aquifer throughout their daily actions.

Regardless of this, it's tough to dive the cave and never really feel unhappy figuring out that it's going to by no means be in its untouched and pristine state once more. In reality, it's probably that many extra people will comply with in my footsteps, as I've successfully paved the way in which. I do not like hypocrisy, I do not see why it's okay for an explorer to go blazing by way of a cave, the place everybody else who follows is claimed to be trashing the place. Whereas I do really feel protecting of the cave and hope that the all too fragile, scraggly passages will stay secure from wanton harm and destruction, I notice that in the long run, regardless of all the things, others will comply with. The one comfort is that the cave itself will act as a pure filter. The system just isn't for everybody, it's a complicated sidemount cave to place it mildly. When you don't love tight, nasty cave with loads of silt and Ts, you'll not take pleasure in your self. And in the event you do head downstream, remember the fact that there will probably be treasured few who will be capable of recuperate your useless physique.

The exploration of the cave was a thoughts blowing expertise, to show a cave with only a few hundred toes to a cave with virtually 3km of passage was fairly an journey. What is probably most exceptional in regards to the exploration is that it didn't contain climbing by way of the jungle and reaching the deepest, darkest, furtherest reaches of the earth. It didn't require trimix, quite a few levels, scooters or perhaps a rebreather. It was old skool and it was proper right here in Florida. The comparatively shallow depth meant I may spend as much as 5 hours underwater, and in contrast to the deep caves, the vast majority of my time was spent cave diving and exploring fairly than hanging on deco... I say majority, because it appears finally even at a mean depth of 10m you run into deco.

In the long run maybe probably the most attention-grabbing part of the cave is correct within the first 15m. Right here scattered stays of days passed by lie in between the pebbles and stones on the backside of the cavern. The cavern space can deliver a diver nearer to a big historic interval of America's previous that's all too typically forgotten. It's stated that Baptizing is so named because the Spanish baptized the Indians within the spring. I can not affirm or deny this, however I am not one to let the reality get in the way in which of a great story, so let's go along with it.

It's a reality, nonetheless, that the Spanish did arrange a mission on the banks of Baptizing and far archaeological proof has been discovered within the space that confirms this. It's attainable that this web site could have been the early 17th century mission of San Augustin de Urica (ca. 1610-1656). The Spanish ceramics from the positioning counsel that the best interval of exercise was across the early to mid 1620s. Whereas the mission was small and fewer nicely off economically than others, it was nonetheless within the thick of issues by way of vital historic occasions, with epidemics, famine and at last the Timucuan revolt affecting its existence. When the Spanish missionaries baptized the Indians, they'd hoped that they are going to start a brand new sort of life; for higher or worse they definitely did.

Then there are the late 19th early 20th century artifacts - ironstone, switch printed white ware ceramics, parts of glass jars and bottles - which point out the positioning was occupied throughout that interval. Apparently this coincides with the growth of Luraville within the 1880s when it was a significant transport level for Sea Island cotton, vibrant leaf tobacco and greens. The plantations within the space had been among the many main producers within the state on the time. Definitely the growth interval did not final lengthy, as by the 1920s Luraville was a ghost city, and it appears to today the world has remained somewhat sleepy, bar for the throngs of eager cave divers.

It's unlucky that a lot of the floor artifact concentrations from across the sink have been eliminated by enthusiastic collectors over time. I hope that historical past will not repeat itself and that the scant stays of the instances passed by, which have managed to outlive underwater towards all odds, aren't picked over by a number of egocentric divers. It might be an unlucky occasion certainly, as seeing shards of Indian pottery contained in the cave that date again to the 1600s - nicely, that may be a laborious one to beat.

I wish to thank Wayne Kinard, Wes Skiles, Mike and Sandra Poucher, Lamar Hires and James Toland for offering me with tools, information and help all through the challenge.

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[akasugaro]

that one through fifty thing bc i write books and this seems like a cool thing to do

Delilah Fae/Violette Monroe -  my self insert bc im a narcissist 

1. A little-known talent of your OC?

She can sing pretty well.

2. What trait does your OC like best about themself? (Eyes, guitar skills, random bird facts, etc)

Her 87% survival rate.  There were a few times where she died, but she always came back.

3. How many pillows does your OC sleep with?

Two.  Always two.  Unless they’re especially flat, then it’s three.

4. Is your OC good at keeping secrets?

Well, no one knows she’s basically a God.

5. Your OC’s worst habit?

She flirts with everyone.  Literally everyone.  It gets her into trouble more often than she’d like to admit.

6. Does your OC prefer tennis shoes/sneakers or flip flops?

Flip flops.  She feels trapped in sneakers.  She likes to be able to take them off and put them back on without any special effort.

7. What is your OC’s opinion on body modifications?

She loves them.  She’s gotten many, taken them out, gotten them again, so on.  She’s just very indecisive.

8. Your OC is given a full-ride scholarship to any college they could want to go to. Where do they go and what do they major in?

Anywhere she can get an arts degree.

9. What chore does your OC hate the most?

Dishes.  She tends to gag any time she has to load the dishwasher.  Emptying it isn’t as bad though.

10. Would your OC prefer to live in the city, the suburbs, or the country?

She literally couldn’t care less where she lives as long as there’s cute girls or guys.

11. Is your OC a blanket hog?

Yes.  She will take the blankets from every section of the house and wrap herself up in them.  She tends to get really cold at night.

12. Would your OC play by the rules in a fight or take cheap shots?

She doesn’t believe in rules for fighting.

13. Does your OC have a widow ’s peak?

Yes.  It’s usually hidden though.

14. Happy birthday! What kind of present would your OC want?

Video games, a cat, any form of positive attention, stuffed animals.

15. Something that grosses your OC out?

She thinks most bodily functions are absolutely disgusting and is grateful that she doesn’t need to do any of those things.

16. Your OC is suddenly on an adventure! Where do they go and what do they do?

Depends on what dimension she’s in.  Usually she just tags along with the people who belong in the dimension.

17. Is there a real person that looks like your OC?

Me.  She’s basically an OP self insert because I was lonely and had no friends and decided to write myself some.

18. Something that makes your OC laugh without fail?

Vines.  She loves vines.  Also memes.  And stupid jokes.  She’s very easy to make laugh, actually.

19. Something that makes your OC cry without fail?

Movies.  She always cries at movies.  The ending to a series, any series, also gets her a lot.  Same with characters dying.

20. A obscure/ridiculous fear your OC has?

She’s scared of moths and lady bugs.  Spiders?  She thinks they’re cool.  Snakes?  She has one as a pet.  A ladybug lands on her shoulder?  She will start crying and screaming and somebody will have to get rid of it for her.

21. Does your OC have any type of disability, whether it be mental, physical, etc?

She has severe depression and anxiety, as well as ADHD and Dyslexia.

22. Does your OC get frustrated when people forget to close the door behind themselves?

Sometimes.  Depends on her mood. 

23. What is your OC’s first memory?

Her mother telling her she loved her before sacrificing herself.

24. Something you like that your OC would hate?

We like the same things lol

25. Your OC is going into battle/on a mission! What song is their anthem?

Victims or Do your Worst, both by New Years Day.

26. Does your OC have good or bad posture?

She has pretty good posture.  But it also really depends on her mood.

27. Most despicable thing your OC has ever done?

She kills people and fucks with people’s lives if she doesn’t like how the story ends.

28. Is your OC a conspiracy theorist?

Not really.  

29. Someone does something awful in front of your OC. How do they handle it?

Depends on what it is.  Someone steals something?  Eh, not her problem.  Some murders a person?  She’ll do her best to stop them.  Someone rapes a person?  They will be going down to the deepest depths of hell.

30. What is your OC’s favorite drink?

Apple cider.  Sparkling, warm, cold.  Doesn’t matter.  She’s a slut for apple cider.

31. Does your OC prefer to sleep in a warm or cool area?

She doesn’t care as long as she has a blanket (or a hundred).

32. Would your OC like you if they met you?

I don’t know.  I hope she would, as she’s just inter-dimensional me.

33. A song that reminds you of your OC?

Hey There Delilah by the Plain Whit Ts, Primadonna by Marina, Teen Idle also by Marina, Human by Christina Perri, Girls Like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko, I’m No Good by New Years Day.

34. Is your OC a nail biter?

Definitely.  It’s a nasty habit she can’t seem to kick.

35. What is your OC’s favorite quote?

“You’re just jealous ‘cause my tits are better than yours.”  “I’m sorry; I’m a terrible person.”  “I am LITERALLY going to KILL MYSELF if _______ HAPPENS/DOESN’T HAPPEN.”  “Badass!”

36. Your OC’s favorite fashion era? (20’s, 70’s, etc)

She’s interested in the Victorian and 1920 eras, but she wouldn’t be able to live without her leggings.

37. Does your OC get excited when they get mail?

Yes.  She always hopes for a confession of love, but then is disappointed by only getting the thing she forgot she ordered.

38. Random thunderstorm! How does your OC react?

She will literally drag her S/O out into the rain so they can have that romantic RomCom moment.

39. A strange talent of your OC?

She always comes back.

40. Assuming your OC doesn’t have them already, what superpower would they want? If they do already, would they change it, keep it, or get rid of it?

Depending on what dimension she’s in, she has certain abilities, most commoly: telekineses, the inability to feel pain, the ability to fly, and not needing to eat sleep etc.  She’s able to remember the lives of all the parallel universe Delilahs.

41. Does your OC like/make puns?

Yes.  Most of her humour is shitty puns.  All of her friends hate her.

42. What kind of shampoo does your OC use?

She usually uses Suave professionals in anything rose scented.

43. Your OC wakes up with a coin super glued to their forehead. How do they react?

She probably wouldn’t care at all.  She’s beyond the point of caring.

44. Can your OC sleep if there’s any kind of light?

No.  She uses a sleep mask because even the smallest amount of light that comes through the curtains at night annoys her.

45. What kind of self-esteem does your OC have?

It depends.  She either has really high self esteem, or she’ll feel like she’s an awful, horrible person who doesn’t deserve anything.

46. A word that your OC can’t stand?

The N-word.  She hates it more than anything.  Words like that disgust her so much.

47. Does your OC fold their clothes, hang them up, or just leave them in the basket/dryer?

She has a basket for clean clothes that she just throws them all in.  Unless they’re Victorian era clothing, then she hangs them up.

48. Would society call your OC a good guy or a bad guy? What would they say they are?

Again, depends on the dimension, but soceity usually says she’s a good guy.  She, however, thinks she’s the worst of the worst, undeserving of love and affection and anything nice.

49. Your OC’s most prized possession?

A necklace with a bear paw opal pendant.  She’s had it since before she became an all-knowing, inter-dimensional God.

50. What is your OC’s happy place?

Anywhere that has all of her friends.

[scripttraumasurvivors]

(Sorry if this sends twice, internet crashed) So I have an ex soldier who suffers from PTSD, he used to drink and do drugs to cope but after a couple of suicide attempts he got into therapy and gave it all up. After about 6/7 months in recovery, he got into a car accident where although he was driving, it was the other car's fault. My question is; would this affect his recovery? I know PTSD can be caused by a crash, but I can't find anything about how it would affect pre-existing PTSD. Thanks!

How bad was the accident?

How scared was he during the accident?

And if not scared, how in shock was he?

Slight bumper tap where he’s able to get out afterward and joke around? Probably not a big deal. Probably not going to cause anything to get worse. 

Both cars totaled kind of accident? Especially if someone ends up injured? 

The likelihood of an interaction goes way up. Some people do walk away from nasty accidents without an issue, but they’re a small minority.

Considering he’s an ex-soldier, depending on what you mean by ‘it was the other persons fault’ he may still blame himself for what he could have done to prevent it.  There’s ‘my car was completely still at a red light and I got hit when there was absolutely nothing I could have done’ other person’s fault and then there’s ‘if I had been driving more defensively I could have swerved off the road and maybe took some damage but avoided the three car pileup that happened.’

Also, please keep in mind that 6-7 months out? Your character is probably still struggling with the urge to use. 6-7 months out is both a huge accomplishment and a drop in the bucket for someone who is trying to be sober. 

He may relapse. This may be an all out bender sort of relapse, or the ‘anyone would want a drink after that’ relapse where he just… Goes to the bar and has a drink or two and that wouldn’t be the worst thing in terms of his addiction except he keeps doing that. Starts going after work and things like that again until he looks up and suddenly he realizes he’s drinking more days than not.

He may have driving related anxiety now. He may not want to be in motor vehicles at all. He may not want other people driving him around because he feels like he has a higher likelihood of preventing things and he doesn’t trust other people. 

He may just be extremely tense when driving. Find himself driving more aggressively OR defensively in reaction to the crash. He may assume that people on the road are reckless and going to get everyone hurt.

It may very well interact with his PTSD as well instead of just ‘giving him car related ptsd’ on top. 

The car accident? Could shake his belief that he is -safe- in his world. That is a belief that people try to rebuild in therapy and after trauma.

He may find he has high arousal again. I don’t mean of the sexual variety, but that his nervous system isn’t balanced again. Those shakes you get after something bad happens? That’s your nervous system trying to settle. Ideally, you let the person shake.

We’ve been taught as a culture not to shake. Shaking shows fear, shows something happened. I can only imagine this goes doubly so for an ex soldier. 

Because of this, any given symptom that he has from being a soldier? May get worse. Nightmares might go up, panic attacks, agitation, isolation. 

If the accident you’re going for is worse than a tap/maybe a small side swipe, I would show some sort of mental health related responses. Considering he’s in therapy, it might be ‘quickly’ dealt with and at least get him closer to normal. You could show him working through ‘okay, spending time in the car with it off now’ ‘spending time driving on back roads’ ‘here are my coping skills for the highway’.

Or it could lose him all his progress. He might quit therapy. Going to therapy means traveling in a vehicle and he doesn’t have time for that. He may or may not realize that’s /why/ he’s quitting.

It all depends on you, your plot, and how you want this to go.

Hopefully that helps!

TS