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putting this blog on a wee hiatus but you can still find me writing regularly on @freekzout and hopefully @latebite very soon! i'm halfway through the first draft of conrad's novel so it's certainly not for a lack of muse.

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coming to you live...

LATEBITE, an alternative portrayal of a fandomless original character also written on @hungryyheart. this story’s kind of about a man, and kind of about a television show, but mostly it’s about a monster.

... for now. 📺🩸

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something very unfortunate happened

astounded this wasn't already taken

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astounded this wasn't already taken

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Park Avenue, New York, 1970. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive. 

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Copper by Neil Burnell

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so much of co-existing with conrad o'malley is asking "what was that noise for" and neither of you knowing the answer

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hoping to hit 50k by the end of april -- at some point during this month it'll be six months since i started this draft. 90k is what i was aiming for upon completion and i'm halfway there!!

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90% of sirings are fatal. conrad was astoundingly lucky (or not) because his entry wound literally looks like this, and that's pretty standard.

thinking about how great it is actually that vampii sirings are so violent and as a result so few sires are ever successful in reproduction because it means less vampiis.

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thinking about how great it is actually that vampii sirings are so violent and as a result so few sires are ever successful in reproduction because it means less vampiis.

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he pauses. swallows tightly. furrows his brow. then, stoidly, answers, "it's just you."

"And you're sure there's not anybody out there who's going to miss you? Who's going to come after me for stealing you away from them?"

Part of her is, shamefully, a little jealous of his situation.

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"always happy to be of service." but also, i'd like to never do that again, is what he doesn't say. he doesn't know that lulu doubtlessly would've agreed with him. it's better that way. "who's steve irwin?"

he probably knows him, but he can only watch so much TV before someone in the department store starts eyeing him up suspiciously.

"Huh? Oh, no, it was from Ikea. No real loss."

During Lulu's time outside, she's decided it's not her place to ask. After all, she'd clocked that clConrad wasn't exactly human the moment they'd met (what big teeth you have, my dear) - but he'd never made any sort of untoward movements towards her. And like it was her God-given right to know everything anyway when he likely had no idea there was something supernatural about her.

"Thanks for saving me from the spider, by the way. Really love Steve Irwin, he's a bro, but he did kind of perpetuate the idea that Australians shouldn't be scared of any kind of animal you know."

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the client taken from the 1993 john grisham book.

but it was just a cigarette. it could be much worse.

poor child. you got no business in here.

well, i’ll be around all day. and i’ll be checking on you.

have a little faith, baby.

let me tell you something, meathead.

you’ll get along much better if you keep your mouth shut.

that’s what worries me.

empty your pockets.

it means i walked out of the emergency room. it means i’ve escaped.

you’ve been watching too much tv, kid.

what was it like having your picture on the front page of the news?

bruise for bruise. stitch for stitch.

it’s my job to ask questions.

you’re talking too loud.

catholics know how to build beautiful churches, you know.

i love to watch those old bonanza reruns with hoss and little joe.

you just made one mistake, and you got lucky. one more, and you’ll be dead.

you’d have been proud. it was like something out of a movie.

our little pal is in a world of trouble.

hey, meathead. yeah, you with the shoes.

that was a stupid thing to say, kid. really stupid.

the truth can get you killed.

dammit, i know it’s not a game! don’t lecture me.

this kid’s got baggage, lots of it.

you’ve done a very stupid thing, and now you need someone to rescue you.

pardon my language, but they’re just a pain in the ass.

close your eyes. say your prayers.

listen, buster, this is not one of your little jungle games where you shoot rubber darts and throw dirt clods. those are not your little buddies in there playing hide-and-seek, or G.I. joe, or whatever the hell you play.

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"huh." here's the thing about conrad and hunters -- he's not accustomed to them not being other vampiis.

"the grapevine," he supplies, not wishing to be cryptic, because he doesn't want to piss her off. in an attempt to placate -- just in case -- he lets his mouth run a little. "i heard it from some of the others."

@hungryyheart said "that was you, right? you did that?"

"That was me," The answer is slightly hesitant as Hartley looks over the young vampii. It's creatures like him she'd been instructed to get rid of indiscriminately, once upon a time, but this one looked no more threatening than a wet puppy. Well, aside from those teeth - but even then he hadn't tried to go her so all was well.

"But that was supposed to be kept quiet. How do you know about it?"

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holy fuck.

he can't boast about already knowing -- not that he wants to, anymore, now that his inkling has become stone-cold reality. but if he did, she'd ask how, and he'd have to explain to her that for the last four days, she's smelled different, kind of funky, and then that'd become a whole thing.

they have enough on their hands as it is.

he's on the floor. he's been here since he barged into the bathroom, uninvited. he had been yelling at her about the TV being on the fritz, and she wasn't yelling back, and he got impatient, but then he got scared, that she might've passed away elvis-style. thus, curiosity has killed the conrad.

he's so stunned he's forgotten to pretend to breathe.

"this is my fault," he whispers.

@hungryyheart asked: ❝ i never said that. ❜

"Yeah, well, you aren't saying it pretty fuckin' loud." She scrubs a hand through her hair, glowering at... nothing in particular. The pregnancy test's in the trash now, and she's not looking at the empty box still sitting on the counter. Or him.

"So wouldja just... shut up, for a minute. Actually. 'F that's how you're gonna be."

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"makes two of us." phew. this uncle business -- it doesn't come with a manual. now he's looking down at that scrunchy face, and before long he's clasping robin's chin, so he can squish those famously round cheeks, like he's still that roly-poly toddler that used to ride on his shoulders and pull on his hair.

"but that doesn't mean you shouldn't take everything i say as gospel. i only speak the lord's truth, as we well know."

His face scrunches. He looks up to specifically scrunch his face at him, jaw clicking in a way that makes his pout just that much more obvious. "I'unno what you're talking about."