#FORGOT 2 draw them but he has little stud earrings also

[hoofpeet]

Little sheep taur guy I designed for hoofology ✌

[friendocheaven]

Picnic Ask

Ask and ye shall recieve @theaxolotleastofthesun it’s long af tho, so it’s under the cut.

 1.       Where and When is the picnic happening? (Gonna take this as ideal location and season basically)

a.       Milo: Prefers someplace a bit south—warmer than the northern parts of the Eye. Summer in Sun Elf territory would be nice. Not south enough to get jungle-y and humid (Glim can take heat, but draws the line at humidity), but someplace he could retreat to the blessed relief offered by the shade of a scrubby tree and have a good excuse to eat his favorite spicy foods and sweat to cool down.

b.      Glim: as stated above, he doesn’t do well in high humidity. Also not the biggest fan of excessive heat, but will put up with it for Milo’s sake. Were it up to him though, he would prefer an autumn picnic in a cozy shady glen under a still-full canopy of rich reds and violets and sunny yellows. A sigh of crisp wind carrying with it the first hint of winter.

c.       Remmi: Love’s spring, especially when it’s still early. They love the way the fruit trees look while still flowering and the cool, but warming, breeze. They would most enjoy something near water, but with plush green grass still under foot. The Northern Reservoir is well tended, with bright, blossoming bushes hedging cobbled pathways. The surrounding park stretches most of the way ‘round. Remmi would most like a quiet day at the eastern edge—farthest away from the great roaring falls that lead into the canyon. Bonus if there are frogs.

d.      Hani: Loves the dead heat of summer; the feel of warm sun on his skin. A midsummer, late afternoon picnic after a day of splashing around the Southern Sea would be heaven. Sure, the food might get a little sandy, but it wouldn’t stop him from eating and enjoying every second.

2.       What food and drinks do your OCs bring? (you fool! You’re enabling me to indulge my fascination with food culture!)

a.       Milo: Goes all out on the spice—picnic with him at your own peril. He packs extra-hot kimchi, seasoned roasted garlic cloves, Zevi’s falafel recipe, and a few other side dishes that reflect his upbringing by a Southern Dwarf familiar with Halfling food culture. He also gets pretty excited with drinks, bringing three; an iced ginger tea made with turmeric and black pepper, buttercup and honey hwachae (most non-halflings just call it wine even though it’s usually not alcoholic) because he’s (not so) secretly pretty sappy and sentimental, and Baekse-ju to finish off with a good pair for spicy food and just a touch of alcohol.

b.      Glim: Settles for light, seasonal snack foods. He brings a bunch of fresh cut in-season fruit like apples (that yes, he does cut the skins to look like bunnies like his mother used to), a couple loaves of bara brith made with ground dried fruits and nuts served with butter, and a whole basket of pic ar y maen (cookies with raisins and currants mixed in). He brings spiced virgin cider and a fine local white wine to wash it down.

c.       Remmi: As a professional baker, they refused to bring anything but their best to their picnic. They pick finger-food pastries—the best from their eclectic cooking experience and travels. Beignets topped with honey and powdered sugar—in a basket enchanted to keep them fresh and hot and crisp because they take pride in their work. An impressive assortment of petit fors lined up and packed tightly in another container. Muffuletta finger sandwiches with toothpicks holding them together for the more savory inclined guests. And finally some cranberry pastila which they hadn’t made in years and was their way of flexing their baker’s muscles. They pack a thermos of milk tea and an iced chocolate drink.

d.      Hani: not a big cook. He was hoping Senya would do most of the cooking. It’s not like he’s particularly picky about what he ingests. To be polite though, he brings a crock of bamia—a stew with lamb, okra, tomatoes, and onion—that his mother would make on special occasions. He also brings an impressive array of drinks; sugar cane juice, carob juice, tamarind juice, and iced coffee.

3.       What are your OC’s wearing to the picnic?

a.       Milo: Largely his usual sort of outfit. A sleeveless turtleneck, cargo capris, and combat boots. He does add a lightweight cotton shawl embroidered with geese in shades of red that he got as a wedding gift from Lian. He wears it to avoid sunburn, but once in the shade and eating, he carefully folds it and sets it aside so it doesn’t get dirty.

b.      Glim: A cream colored tunic and brown tasseled cardigan over dark blue leggings, simple but sleek black ankle boots, and finished off with a simple sapphire teardrop pendant on a gold chain.

c.       Remmi: they opt for something simple and comfortable, but fitting for the season. They wear a yellow wide-band tank top under an oversized baby pink cable knit sweater. The sweater is so big it slouches off one shoulder, reaches their knees, and the sleeves hide their hands if they aren’t scrunched up at the elbow. They pair that with slim, washed out jeans, and a pair of tan slouchy boots. As one final touch, they don cherry blossom studs in their ears.

d.      Hani: he goes for something sporty and comfy. A loose and flowy off-white sleeveless crop top over a pair of baggy gray-blue shorts held round his hips by a broad and colorful sash and a pair of greek sandals that he discards almost immediately. To add a touch of class—after all this is a fun outing so why not—he wears golden arm bands just above each bicep. Those stay on longer, but they, too, eventually get unceremoniously dumped into the picnic basket in favor of total comfort.

4.       Which OC brings a musical instrument to idly play?

a.       Surprisingly enough, Hani. Remmi knows a little piano and harp, but those aren’t exactly available at a picnic. Milo has never learned an instrument (though he finds guitar interesting). And Glim tried playing, but sucked at just about everything; and anything he could play he couldn’t play in front of others. Hani, on the other hand, randomly knows how to play—and is good at—the oud (which is like an Arab lute). And yes, he does attempt to play Wonderwall on it.

5.       How quickly does your OC realize there are ants trying to sneak into their food? What do they do about it?

a.       Milo: He’s very perceptive, so it doesn’t take long for him to notice. He proceeds to squish them then mix them into his food for “extra protein” without hesitation. Despite knowing that Milo was raised eating bugs and still does fairly regularly, everyone still looks at him like he’s gone insane.

b.      Glim: He picks up on it when someone else points it out. It’s only then that he realizes that he forgot to activate the insect repellent rune. He curses under his breath and apologizes before quickly moving the picnic supplies a few meters away and activating it then.

c.       Remmi: They spend the whole picnic low-key looking out for this. Whenever bugs start walking toward or flying around their precious gourmet picnic, they nonchalantly close all the containers up tight then swat them all away without breaking the conversation.

d.      Hani: he doesn’t notice until one of the ants bites his tongue as he’s eating. He spits that one out because it was mean, but all subsequent ones he eats. And unlike Milo, Hani doesn’t mix them into anything, he just pops them into his mouth.

6.       Which OC hides under the shade at first before being convinced to come out into the sun? How do they react?

a.       Glim hates the heat. If you can manage to convince him to leave the tranquility of shade, he will be a drama queen about it. Really laying it on thick and moaning about how “the sun is a white hot laser” against his “poor fragile flesh” and that if he continues on he will surely “burn up, dry out, and die!” and other such dramatic nonsense. He gets weirdly poetic when he’s frustrated or cranky. Needless to say, Milo has ceased pushing the issue.

7.       Imagine your OCs spending their time picking nearby wildflowers and watching the butterflies and bees at work.

a.       Milo foregoes this particular activity, choosing this time instead to just take in the scenery. He’s scared he might upset a hive or get stung or bitten by something so he’d rather just sit back and soak up the atmosphere.

b.      Glim is carefully rooting around for four leaf clovers under a subdued parasol.

c.       Remmi carefully plucks and cuts an armful of flowers and stems so they can make colorful flower crowns for everyone.

d.      Hani chases the bugs and small animals, not unlike a dog would. But he’s having fun so it’s fine.

8.       Which OC foregoes a picnic blanket and sits directly on the ground? Are they concerned by the grass stains on their clothes afterwards?

a.       Hani doesn’t care where he plants his butt and cares almost as little about stains.

9.       Which OC brings a chair because they can’t stand the thought of sitting on the ground?

a.       Remmi, but a lot of it is because they don’t want to risk getting their clothes too dirty and also because the ground is never as soft and even as you think or hope. So sitting on the ground, even on a blanket, hurts their butt.

10.   Imagine your OCs falling asleep after eating their food, content and happy.

a.       Milo is one of the first to nod off and lays down in the shade. He kicks his shoes off and lets the sun warm his feet while the shade keeps his face cool. He wakes up to groggily help pack everything back up.

b.      Glim doesn’t actually fall asleep. He just sort of zones out while playing with Milo’s hair and enjoying the breeze.

c.       After loading up on carbs, Remmi dozes off in their chair and wake up with a tender sunburn spread across their nose and cheeks. They vow to never fall asleep in the sun like that again, but they make the same mistake next time.

d.      Hanni has seemingly boundless energy throughout the day, which is a bit unusual for him as he often naps a lot when the sun is out, but is wired by the time the moon replaces it. As soon as they’ve packed everything up and are headed home, though, the excitement wears off and he crashes hard. He’s asleep the whole way back.

[hoardlikegoldenirises]

johnnywyatt wedding outfits cause i... have NO self control. and just do things. for fun. just because i enjoy them. technically for a fic but it’s not done yet so i can’t link that.

i’d like to, in theory, draw an actual illustration with this but i like to design things so that’s what i did instead. maybe in the future. 

post on twitter: link 

re: beadwork:

transcription of what the jewelry detail image says:

“I think it would be nice if Wyatt had a collar stud mounted with some beadwork, as a small thing. BUT. I'm white. And it's really not my place to try to design something like that, with visual language I don't understand and lack the cultural context for.”

idk that i have anything more to add, really, but i want to include some links to some actual Indigenous artists/info about finding them--

profiles of beadwork artists: https://www.vogue.com/vogueworld/article/indigenous-beadwork-instagram-artists-jewelry-accessories 

a contemporary beader/jeweler: http://dorlah.tripod.com/index.html

and Beyond Buckskin's list of Native-run businesses: http://www.beyondbuckskin.com/p/buy-native.html

I have..... words.... about all the rest.

So have a readmore for all my words:

As far as everything else

Here’s my notes on some of that: 

(my condolences if readmores don’t work for you)

For the outfits overall, I wanted them to be a little less... well, boring, for one. I didn’t want to go with simply the traditional tuxedo style so I looked for different kinds of shirts and jackets I could use that were a little less typical but still suitable--though overall this does make them less formal, especially the lack of bowties. 

This works for me cause I was also considering a less formal wedding--still nice and fancy but not like... church-going. not white tie. Not even a huge event. Friends and family, you know?

I’m also just a fan of upright collars. Which I’m sure is tooootally not obvious to anyone who’s seen a lot of my outfit designs through the years. 

I liked Wyatt in all-white. I dunno why. I just thought it worked. That’s very classic but still a little bold. Johnny... I am not sure if I can explain why I ended up choosing the dark colors or the blue velvet... but I like it. The silk lining is SUPPOSEDLY Liberty London but I’m not sure how true that is--it’s from a random Etsy listing that’s actually for a pocket square. lol.

Shoes... shoes.... I just love drawing shoes and I like outfits where the shoes pop. So I went. a little ham. wyatt’s are based on a pair of red leather men’s boots I found on google.. with some modifications so they aren’t just the same as the pair I found--I used a few different references including western and cowboy boots. these red things were the main inspiration though--

For Johnny’s shoes I also used severa different references--mostly women’s Chelsea boots, wanting to retain some of the cowboy boot influence (idk WHY i just thought it was fun and he’s worn cowboy boots a few times), but also a fire-themed pair of suede Louboutin high heels, which is where I got the overall color scheme from--

yes i do collage my refs

as far as jewelry and accessories-- like I said I didn’t feel comfortable trying to design a beadwork collar pin for Wyatt but ideally he would have that small bit of his culture. 

in the WIP fic johnny proposes For Real (after already planning some) with a leather bracelet w/ infinity charm--as you can see. I just thought it was romantic and suited Wyatt’s overall very masculine sense of style... a sparkly diamond ring didn’t seem like the right choice to me, and I kind of wanted them to have the same number of rings. 

Tye mentioned the possibility of Johnny having a matching bracelet too which I had NOT thought of since Wyatt’s return gift was a little less concrete, but it is very cute to think about...

YES johnny is wearing diamond stud earrings. I just think it’s cute.

The cuff links were really just me saving a few varieties of cuff links and seeing what I liked.... just noodling around. I knew I wanted red enamel and I initially wanted some kind of pave diamond settings but I spent so long between saving refs and actually drawing this that I forgot my original idea XD So I just made up a new one. Arguably it fits some of the theming with the wedding rings BECAUSE

the wedding rings are shooting star themed.

i know, it’s corny. call me a cornivore.

moreso i originally wanted to work the infinity into both of their rings but I ended up dropping that mostly.

I saved a lot of pictures of various shooting star and comet themed rings--comet rings are actually an existing style and I looked at those a lot and at various shapes and tried to come up with something that evoked some of those but uh without like. stealing a specific design. I think I managed?

(you can also see peeks at designs for wyatt’s dad’s wedding ring where i decided on the simple 2 diamond band)

Wyatt’s was kind of hard for me to design at first.... though I def wanted some kind of art deco style for some reason? maybe just saw a ring and went, damn that’s cool. but i wanted it to retain the shooting star motif--it went through a few versions trying to work that in until I finished designing Johnny’s and realized something and just simplified Wyatt’s down a lot and let the motif be in the fact that it matched and also had sparkly stones.

As far as material, me and Tye had several entire conversations about heatproof jewelry (for johnny obvs) and i decided no stones, and on using ceramic... I also spent a bit of time looking up jewelry stuff and metal types and eventually settled on black colored titanium carbide (ceramic) for Johnny and on black zirconium for Wyatt, since his doesn’t need to be fireproof. Wyatt's ring has a fire opal (LISTEN. romance.) and gold + diamonds from father's ring (the band with diamonds) and... 

I did it so that even without a stone Johnny’s still was faceted to match the opal on Wyatt’s..... yes.... i know...... i amaze me too.

I’m not actually sure if the process to make the metal black (assuming it’s not naturally black?) would hold under extreme heat but I figure re-blackening is less of an ordeal than like.... making an entire new ring. not that even ceramic would hold up if he went nova, but... that is truly asking a lot lmfaooo he can just put it in a special unstable molecule pouch or something. before he, you know, uses his emergency ultra-huge explosion power. yeah, ring would be the least important in any situation where he burns hot enough to destroy... *squints*... a material used on spacecraft for heat shielding. 

that’s def a ring that has to be very precisely and carefully made. 

....

anyway.

i think... that’s everything..... very long post...... if you read it.... congrats? i’ll probably add a fic link to this post when i actually finish it, not for another month at least tho lol

maybe someday i will get around to drawing an actual drawing using these outfits.

[inkjam-moon]

Mark Me (M) - Request

Summary: A chance encounter leads to a mistake, but was it all actually planned?

Pairing: Vampire!Jeongguk x Reader (FEAT. YOONGI FUCKING HELL)

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Word Count: 11.3k

TW: Sexually explicit content, blood, blood drinking, fighting, choking

BTS Smut Club Halloween Smut Fest: Prompt #58

The first thing that draws your attention to him is the crystal hanging around his neck. He’s sat in a back corner booth, disinterested in whatever drink sits in front of him. The atmosphere around him seems darker than other parts of the restaurant, like all the light has been taken away from him. Except for the crystal. It glows with a sort of incandescence you’ve never seen before; not unlike how glow in the dark objects don’t glow when you look directly at them.

The sight of the jewel is what intrigued you initially, but when you glance up and take a look at his face, your breath leaves your lungs all at once. He’s beautiful; truly perfect in every definition of the word. Ethereality can only just begin to describe his face. The more you look at him, the less ability you have to look away.

His pitch black hair falls across his forehead, accenting his almond shaped eyes with downturned inner corners. The slope of his nose is straight, ending in a rounded tip. His nose is also a little small, but it fits the proportions of his face perfectly. His cupids bow is rounded, sitting atop two plush pink lips, the bottom lip a bit thinner than the top. His cheekbones shine in the dark lighting of the corner; his jawline is sharp, chiseled, sculpted by the gods.

From what you can tell, his ears are both pierced; simple, but pretty rings hanging from each as well as a few studs going up his lobes, but nothing as beautiful as the piece hanging from his neck. He wears a dark blue, velvet blazer with black trim and a black dress shirt. He dons a matching pair of dark blue skin tight dress pants, black socks, and black leather shoes.

It isn’t until your eyes flick back up to his face that you realize he’s noticed your staring and is now promptly returning your gaze, taking in the sight of you like you’re a meal. You just barely catch a hint of pink flash when he wets his lips, his eyes trailing down your body from where you stand at the bar. A chill goes up your spine as you turn away to finish closing your tab. After you pay, you chance a look back at his table to see him still eyeing you intently; watching your every move. You take a deep breath before turning on your heels and fleeing the restaurant.

The night air is cool as you step out onto the sidewalk, and it helps clear a bit of fuzz from your mind that had accumulated from your wandering eyes. You hail a cab to head home, and as you open the door to get in, you hear a silky smooth voice behind you.

“Do you mind sharing?”

You turn to see the owner of the voice; it's him. The crystal glows even brighter up close and your gaze is immediately drawn to the pulsing light. Now you know why you can’t take your eyes off it. You’ve seen it before, but on someone else.

When you don’t respond, he speaks again. “Cabs are just so expensive right now.”

“O-oh, no, sure, I don’t mind.”

His responsive smile sets your nerves on edge as you both climb into the backseat and he shuts the door behind you. He relays his address to the driver first. At least you know he has no intention of finding out where you live, right? The cab sets into motion and you swear the man next to you isn’t even breathing, it’s that quiet. Other than the soft lull of the radio, the only other sound you hear is the pounding of your own heart in your chest as the man’s eyes drag up your body; taking in every inch, every curve with no shame.

You know he’s watching; he knows you know he’s watching, and he seems to take some sort of pleasure from it, cocking his head a bit as he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth. Just when you think he’s about to say something, the car stops in front of what must be his apartment building. He quickly pays the driver before taking one last look at you.

“I’ll see you soon.” He winks and then climbs out of the car, giving you one last nod before shutting the door and disappearing into his building.

As soon as he’s out of sight you feel like you can breathe again; like a weight has been lifted from your chest. You tell the driver your address and it only takes a few minutes more of driving to reach it. You pay and hop out, quickly heading up to the apartment you share with your best friend.

You shut the door and take off your shoes, leaning back against the wood of the door for a minute to catch your breath. ‘I’ll see you soon’? What’s that supposed to mean? You shake your head as you walk into your living room to see Jeongguk right where you left him; in front of the tv with a beer in his hand. You pass behind him and head to your room, quickly changing into your pajamas before heading back out and plopping yourself down on the couch with Jeongguk.

“Hey Kook.” You mumble in greeting.

“Mm.” He utters in response, too focused on the tv to really pay you any mind.

You huff in defeat and remain silent as you sink into the cushions to half watch whatever show Jeongguk’s so invested in. It doesn’t take long for him to pick up on your emotions however; Jeongguk’s always been particularly good at reading you for some reason; so he pauses the show and turns to you.

“What’s wrong.” He sighs, as if you’re being bothersome by having emotions. “Couldn’t find a good enough piece of ass to bring home?”

“Honestly, I wasn’t even looking tonight.”

“Then what’s up? I could feel you moping from the second you walked in here.”

“I’m not moping.” You protest.

“No?” Jeongguk cocks an eyebrow. “Then what’s this?” He gestures at your deflated posture.

“I saw something weird tonight.”

“Define weird.”

You purse your lips as you try to decide how to phrase it. “There was this guy…”

“Wow. How bizarre.”

“Kook-”

“What, did he stalk you around the bar or something?”

“No, no nothing like that. He just… You know that necklace you always wear?”

Jeongguk reaches under his shirt and pulls the dull crystal into view. “This one?”

“He had one just like it, but at the same time it was different.”

“Different how?”

“Well, it was kind of… Glowing.”

"Glowing?" Jeongguk turns his whole body to look at you; you seem to have caught his interest. "Are you sure? You didn't just have too much to drink again?"

"What? I- Yeah. I'm sure."

Jeongguk sits back against the couch again, seemingly contemplating something. "Did he do anything else?"

"We shared a cab."

"A cab?" Jeongguk's eyes go wide. "Y/N, he knows where you live?”

“No, no. He got out first. He said something weird though.”

“And the weirdness continues.”

“He said ‘I’ll see you soon’. What does that even mean?”

“I don’t know.” Jeongguk sighs deeply. “Just… Stay away from him.”

“Well I wasn’t exactly planning on calling him up.”

“Good.” Jeongguk turns back to the tv, apparently finished with the conversation.

“Why, are you guys part of a secret cult or something?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Then why do you have the same necklace?”

“I don’t know. Maybe crystals are popular right now?”

“But why was it glowing?”

“I don’t know Y/N.” Jeongguk repeats with a roll of his eyes, clearly exasperated by your never ending questions. Before you can ask anything else, the alarm on Jeongguk’s phone goes off and he chugs the last of his beer before standing up and walking into the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” You ask, turning and leaning over the back of the couch to face him.

“Work.”

“Oh, right.” For as long as you’ve known Jeongguk, which is basically since birth, he’s worked the night shift. You’re not sure where, he’s never told you because he claims he doesn’t want you to come bother him. You’ve never really gotten used to his bizarre schedule; he gets home when you get up, goes to bed, wakes up for dinner, and then goes into work around when you go to bed. Your phone goes off in your pocket and you pull it out to see several missed calls and texts from your friend Hyemi. “Shit.”

“What?”

“I forgot to tell Hyemi I was leaving.”

“You left your drunk ass friend at the club?”

“What? That guy was giving me the creeps.” You explain. “I should probably go get her before anything happens.” You go to get up, but then you feel strong hands push you back down on the couch. You swear you’ve never known anyone that can move as quickly or a silently as Jeongguk.

“Please, for my peace of mind, can you promise you’ll just stay home for the rest of the night?”

“But-”

Before you can protest, Jeongguk holds up his hand. “Tell me where you were and I’ll pick her up and take her home on my way in.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. But if she hits on me again, I’m leaving her on the curb.”

“Thanks Kookie. We were at Octagon.”

“Alright. Just… Stay.” And with that, he’s out the door.

You lean back against the couch in a huff. Why was he being so adamant about you staying home? Maybe Jeongguk actually does know the guy you were talking about and is trying to keep you away from him? This guy must be really bad news. You shrug as you stand, turning off the tv and the lights as you head back to your bedroom; slipping under the covers and quickly falling into a sweet sleep.

You wake up in a dream. At least, you think it’s a dream, honestly you’re not entirely sure; it feels so real. You’re lying in your bed, and it’s the middle of the night; the clock on your nightstand says 2:37. You feel a cool breeze and sit up in confusion to look around and find the source; that’s when you see him, the glowing crystal around his neck assuring you that it is actually him. He’s outside the window on the wall across from you, which is now open. He’s sitting in a tree, watching you closely.

Your heart skips a beat as his eyes flicker over your body, even from a distance his gaze is sharp, almost as though it’s piercing right through you. Your curiosity gets the best of you as you stand; causing him to smile deviously as your feet carry you toward him. When you reach him, you simply stare at him and he smirks.

“You again?” Your voice is much quieter than you wanted it to be, almost meek.

“Invite me in?” He grins cheekily at you. It sounds like a question, but the look on his face tells you it’s an order. You step to the side and gesture for him to enter; which he does quickly, his lithe body quickly clambering over the window sill and into your room.

“You couldn’t just let yourself in? You got the window open, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t want to be rude.” He states simply, striding past you and seating himself on your mattress. He’s dressed in the same attire he was wearing at the restaurant, save the few extra buttons on his shirt that have been popped open, revealing just a bit of his deliciously pearlescent skin as he leans back on his elbows. “So, this is your place?”

“Obviously.” You sass, cocking your hip. “Can I help you with something?”

“Got a roommate?”

“He’s asleep down the hall.” Jeongguk’s actually still at work, but he doesn’t need to know that.

He smirks knowingly. “You don’t have to lie to me sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want quite the opposite in fact.”

“The opposite of what?”

“Hurting you.” He explains, patting the bed next to him.

You hesitate, your baser instincts telling you you shouldn’t, but there’s just something about him that causes your feet to have a mind of their own as they carry you over and seat you on the bed next to him.

“For the second time, what do you want?”

“Just a taste.”

“A tas-” Before you can finish your sentence, the man pushes you down onto your back and crawls on top of you, placing a soft kiss against your neck.

“Mm, you smell so good.” He groans.

“W-what are you doing?” You stare up at him as he grabs your arms and pins them down on either side of your head.

“What’s wrong love? It’s just a dream. Don’t you want a to play a little bit?” He releases one of your hands to trail a finger down from your ear to your neck and down between your breasts. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off me earlier.”

It is just a dream, right? So, you can say yes and there won’t be any consequences. “What kind of playing?”

“Like I said, I just want a taste.” He smirks down at you and you hesitate a moment before nodding, giving him your permission.

He leans down, barely a breath away from you, but just when you think he’s about to kiss you, he buries his face in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply before pressing his lips to the sensitive skin there. You whimper lightly as he sucks dark marks into your neck. You grip the fabric of his shirt tightly as he presses his body against you, settling himself between your legs.

You moan in want, pulling him closer and you feel him smirk against your skin. He laves his tongue over the dark hickey he created at the base of your neck before biting down on the bruise. You whine at the feeling, pleasurable at first, but then you feel something prick your skin, like the man is pressing two small needles into your neck.

“Ah- What… What are you doing? You’re hurting me.” You try to push him away but he only pulls you closer, pressing harder against your neck. “Hey, get- Ah~” Your protesting dies in your throat as he renders you unable to speak by slipping a hand into your shorts and deftly flicking his fingers through your folds, thrusting two deep into your core while fiercely rubbing against your clit. “Oh fuck~!”

You hadn’t expected the sudden intrusion, but you’re suddenly overwhelmed by wave after wave of euphoria, like some sort of drug has entered your system. Your orgasm crashes into your body without any warning at all. The man’s fingers slip out of you and he sits back. You can feel your consciousness slipping, but just before it fades, you see the man smiling down at you, and you swear his teeth are stained with blood.

When you wake up, it’s already morning. Strange; usually you wake up at least once during the night. You sit up with a groan. For some reason your neck is killing you, you must’ve slept funny during your dream last night.

Your dream.

You look over at your window to see it’s closed and locked, just the way it was when you fell asleep. God, that dream was so realistic, it’s like you can still feel his fingers inside you. And what great fingers they were. As you stand you feel a bit of slickness between your legs; you must’ve touched yourself in your sleep again. You hope you didn’t make any noise this time, knowing Jeongguk will tease you relentlessly if he heard you.

You grab your phone off the nightstand to check the time. You screen is littered with texts from Hyemi, thanking you for letting her sit in a car alone with Jeongguk. It's 10:30; Jeongguk’s probably already fast asleep, so at least you won’t get nagged until he wakes up tonight. You stand and make your way to the kitchen to get some breakfast. When you get there, you decide on coffee and cereal. You start up the coffee pot and grab a bowl from the cabinet above you.

Just as you start to pour your cereal, the front door opens wide and a very tired looking Jeongguk stumbles into the apartment. Wow, he’s home really late.

“Pour me a bowl will you?” He mutters, as he joins you in the kitchen.

“Are you just getting in?” You ask, grabbing another bowl and dumping some cereal into it.

“Yeah…”

“Why are you so late?” You hand him his bowl before walking over to the fridge and grabbing the milk, pouring it into your own bowl and then passing it to Jeongguk. You grab a spoon and then take a seat at the table.

You don’t know why you and Jeongguk actually have a kitchen table that seats six, the two of you never invite anyone over. Jeongguk meanders over and sits across from you, immediately digging into his cereal as though he’s starving.

“So, rough night?” You tread carefully, knowing Jeongguk can be a bit prickly when he gets off work late.

“Had to train some smug ass new guy who thinks he knows everything just because he’s a little bit older than me. He disappeared for half the night. I have no idea where he went, but when he came back he seemed to have ea- um. It seemed like he did his work alright, but because of him I didn't get to do mine.”

“Well, at least he did his?”

Jeongguk nods as he runs his fingers through his hair. Suddenly his eyes go wide as he looks up at you. “But my night wasn’t as rough as yours apparently. What the hell happened to your neck?”

“What do you mean?” Your hand flies to the spot in question, feeling around for something out of place.

“Are you kidding? You’re covered in bruises. Did you invite some guy over after I left that’s into hickies?”

You abruptly stand and make your way to the bathroom, Jeongguk following close behind. You flick on the light and stare at yourself in the mirror, your eyes going just as wide as Jeongguk’s. Your neck is absolutely littered with bruises, and right at the base of your neck are two distinct puncture marks.

“Oh my god… It was real…” You mumble.

“What was real?”

“The dream. I had a dream last night about the guy from Octagon. It was real.” You turn to Jeongguk, panicked. He reaches a hand up and prods at the bite mark, moving closer to inspect it thoroughly. After a minute he slams his fist on the counter.

“Goddamnit…” Jeongguk curses, trudging back to the kitchen.

“What?” You accompany him back to the kitchen to see him pouring himself some coffee. “Why are you drinking coffee, aren’t you going to bed?”

“No, go get dressed.”

“What? Why?”

“Just… Go get dressed.”

A bit perturbed, you oblige, heading to your room and throwing on some clothes before joining Jeongguk back in the kitchen. Jeongguk has on a black hat, a black face mask pulled down over his chin, and a black sweatshirt. His keys are in his hand and he twirls them as he chugs the last of his coffee. He heads for the door when he sees you’ve returned.

“Let’s go.” He pulls up his face mask as he turns.

“Where are we going?” You inquire, slipping on your shoes as he does and then locking the door to your apartment behind you when he doesn’t.

He doesn’t answer, instead he walks down the stairs, a bit more brisk than his usual lazy pace. You’ve never known Jeongguk to hurry to get anywhere, but now, he barely gives you time to shut the car door before he’s pulling away from the curb. His foot is a bit heavy on the accelerator as well, and honestly it’s starting to scare you a bit.

He pulls up to a run down warehouse of sorts and parks. Is this where he works maybe? But why did he bring you here? And what does this have to do with the marks on your neck?

“Stay.” He orders as you move to take off your seatbelt.

You huff in annoyance as he slams the door and you watch him march into the large brick building. You sit in silence for a few minutes before you see Jeongguk stomping back to the car. He jumps back in and pulls back into the flow of traffic, not bothering to put his seatbelt on this time as he speeds down the busy streets on the outskirts of Seoul.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on or-”

“In a minute.” He snaps, making you flinch back a bit. Sure Jeongguk’s had his bad days before, but you’ve never seen him this worked up. It’s a short drive to your next destination, an old, but recently remodeled apartment complex. It looks familiar. “Come on.” Jeongguk sighs as he gets out of the car. This time, you unbuckle your seatbelt and follow behind him as he leads you up two flights of stairs and around the corner to apartment 3B.

Jeongguk pounds furiously on the door, so hard you’re afraid the wood might splinter under his touch. He continues knocking until you both hear a loud “I’m coming” from the other side.

“Jeongguk what are we doing here?”

“Just wait.” He growls. You’re about to demand an answer when the apartment door opens and you’re greeted by a sight you never thought you’d see; it’s the man from last night.

“Kook? What are you doing here? It’s almost noon.” The man yawns, though in this state, he seems a bit more innocent, almost cute.

“You son of a bitch!” Jeongguk lunges forward, and you hear a small squeak as he grabs the other man by the throat and disappears into the dark apartment.

“Jeongguk!” You run after him, scrambling along the wall until you find a light switch. When you find it you immediately flip it on, though it doesn’t do much to illuminate the room, as it only turns on a small lamp that sits on a table in the living room, but it does enough. Jeongguk currently has the older, shorter man pinned to the wall by his throat, the man’s feet not even touching the ground as Jeongguk glares up at him. “Jeongguk!” You yell again to try and catch his attention, beyond confused as to what’s going on, but he ignores you.

“Did you touch her??” Jeongguk barks.

“Wha-”

“Did. You. Touch. Her.” He interrupts the boy, his voice deepening. The other boy opens his eyes, looking around the room frantically for whoever ‘her’ is. When his eyes land on you, you can see his breath catch in his throat and your body freezes on the spot. He studies you for a moment before smirking down at Jeongguk.

“How could I not?”

That’s the wrong thing to say. Newly infuriated, Jeongguk pulls the man away from the wall, still by the throat, and slams him down into the floorboards with more strength than you thought possible, cracking the wood. A normal person would be paralyzed, maybe even dead from the sheer force of the impact, but the man simply laughs.

“She’s mine!” Jeongguk hisses.

“You know you’re supposed to mark your feeders Kook. How was I supposed to know?”

“She’s not a feeder you piece of shit!” Jeongguk brings his other hand down to the man’s throat.

“No?” The boy croaks as Jeongguk closes his airway. “Perhaps your lover then? Or is it unrequited?”

“You’re going to regret ever touching her Yoongi.” He spits the name out with venom.

“Jeongguk!” You chide, rushing over to try and pull Jeongguk off. “Jeongguk stop!”

Jeongguk only shakes you off. “Is that where you went last night? Hm? You tried to kill my best friend?”

“K-kill…?” You mumble as you sit back on your heels, the word rendering you motionless once more.

“Of course not. I couldn’t have killed her, she has a roommate.”

“Yeah, I’m her roommate.” Jeongguk presses on his throat harder, making Yoongi’s face turn red as he struggles to breathe. “Fucking idiot, do they teach you nothing in Daegu??”

Yoongi tries to answer, but at this point his face is purple, and it only takes a few more seconds before he passes out from lack of oxygen, his body going limp underneath Jeongguk.

“Goddamnit.” Jeongguk releases him, letting his head hit the floor with a harsh smack before sitting back on his heels next to you. Jeongguk’s panting heavily, so you tentatively reach out a hand to rub his shoulder, but his head whips around quickly at the touch, frightening you and causing you to flinch back. It’s only then that you see Jeongguk’s teeth are bared, and there, right where his canines should be are four beautiful, pointy, pearly white fangs.

You fall back on your ass and freeze; unable to move, unable to speak, unable to process the sight in front of you. Jeongguk seems to remember that it’s you in front of him and he quickly shuts his mouth. When he opens it again to speak, the fangs are nowhere in sight. Did you imagine them?

“Y/N, shit. I’m so sorry. I didn’t want you to find out like this. I… I didn’t want you to ever find out.” He moves to touch you, but you flinch back. “Y/N, please…” He pleads, guilt flooding his features.

“What… What the hell?” You finally speak, but it comes out as more of a squeak, not doing much to hide how terrified you are.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me.” He assures you. When you raise your brow suspiciously he adds to his statement. “I’m still me, I’m still Jeongguk.” He reaches a hand out to help you up. You hesitate, but eventually, you take it and he pulls you to your feet with him. “Sit on the couch, okay? I’ll be right back.”

You nod, a little unsteady as you make your way to the sofa, watching as Jeongguk scoops up Yoongi and carries him down the hallway into what is probably his bedroom. When Jeongguk returns, he helps you stand and then leads you back to the car.

The ride home is silent, tense even. When you arrive back home, you trudge up the stairs behind Jeongguk.  He leads you inside and into the living room and then takes a seat next to you on the couch. It feels like it should be normal, like nothing changed, but it’s not; and things aren’t normal and you're pretty sure everything's about to change.

Jeongguk reaches over and grabs your hands, holding them tightly in his own, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. He stares down at your interlocked fingers, looking like he’s struggling for the right way to phrase what he wants to say to you. He lets go with one hand and absentmindedly plays with the crystal around his neck like he always does when he’s nervous or upset. You’ve never seen him in such a perplexed state before, so you decide to help him.

“So… What are you?”

“Care to take a guess?” He asks. You shake your head no, so he takes a deep breath. “I’m a shadower.”

“A shadower?”

“...A vampire.

You can’t help the derisive snort that leaves your throat, thinking he must be fucking with you, but when you see the look on his face, you realize that this is all too real. “S-seriously?”

He nods. “I’m sorry. I never wanted you to find out…” He mutters the last part, running his fingers through his hair. “But when I saw what Yoongi did… I thought you deserved to know, so you can stay away from the ones like him.”

“The ones like him?” You repeat, tilting your head in question.

Jeongguk purses his lips, searching for the right words as his hand falls to his crystal again. When he feels the rough gem against his skin, his face lights up and he takes the necklace off over his head, holding it out to you.

“You know how you always asked me where I got this?”

“You said it was from your parents.”

He nods. “It was. My parents… They were like me. Or I guess, I’m like them. They were shadowers too.” He explains. “My dad gave me this just before they died.”

“In the car accident?”

“It was no accident. Someone wanted to kill them. That’s why I moved to live with my aunt for a while in middle school, remember? They wanted to kill me too.” When you look confused, Jeongguk elaborates. “My dad had a normal job. He always did. He wanted to feel human. Someone from my dad’s work found out what we were and tried to kill us. After the first attempt, my parents sent me to live in Busan so I’d be safe. They were killed a few days later. The man from my father’s work caused the accident, and when they didn’t die from the impact, he decapitated them and made it look like it happened when they wrecked.”

“Jeongguk, I had no idea. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, thank you. But anyway, every shadower is given a crystal when they reach a certain age. It’s a survival tool.”

“How does that…?” You trail off, unsure of what to say.

“You know how the other night, you saw Yoongi’s crystal glowing?” You nod. “That’s how. Once a shadower decides they want to feed on someone, the crystal glows, but it can only be seen by the person the shadower wants. It emits a light that attracts the person to the shadower, like a moth to a flame sort of deal.”

“So, that’s why I’ve never seen yours glow?”

Jeongguk nods. “Most shadowers don’t use their crystal, we rely mainly on animals for blood, but there are still a few, like Yoongi, that call themselves ‘purists’. They’ve never tasted anything other than human blood.”

“How do they get away with it?”

“They have ‘feeders’, willing participants who offer themselves up whenever their shadower needs a drink. They’re basically put on reserve and used whenever needed; only drained of enough blood to get the shadower by, but when a purist gets bored, they’ll kill the human, draining them completely and moving on to mark their next victim.”

“They mark their victims?”

“It’s like a signature, so others know not to touch them.” Jeongguk explains. “Feeders are treated as property, and once they’re marked, other shadowers leave them alone, unless of course there’s someone who decides to challenge the owner.”

“Like a territory dispute or something?”

“Basically yeah. You’re seen as theirs until they decide they’re done with you.”

“Why didn’t you mark me? So that others would stay away?” You inquire, genuinely curious.

Jeongguk flushes bright red at your question. “Ah, um, because then you’d know about all this. And, w-well, being marked is sort of an intimate ceremony.”

“O-oh.” Your mind flashes back to the previous night. “W-wait, did Yoongi mark me?”

“Of course I did.” The voice comes from behind you and you and Jeongguk both whip around to see Yoongi leaning against the wall, watching you both. God knows how long he’s been standing there, or when he even got here, but Jeongguk instantly tenses at the sight of him. “I had to get to you before anyone else.”

“No one else would dare go near her. They know she’s mine.” Jeongguk spits.

“Not anymore.” Yoongi smirks. “And I’m not a purist.” He states, striding over to where you’re seated on the couch and draping his arms around your neck. “I just couldn’t resist this sweet little fruit.” He buries his nose in your neck and inhales deeply. “I don’t know how you did Kook, she smells sooo good.” He places a soft kiss against the bite mark he left on you before letting you go and sitting on the table in front of you both. “And she tastes even better.”

If Jeongguk wasn’t mad before, he is now. You can see him shaking, bristling with anger at that little display of dominance Yoongi just demonstrated. Jeongguk bares his teeth again, and you see his fangs slide out as his eyes darken to a dangerous shade of red you’ve never seen before.

Yoongi laughs at this. “Are you challenging me?”

Jeongguk’s lip curls. “You’re damn right I am. She’s mine.”

Yoongi hisses, and when you look up at him, his own fangs are out. He only has two as opposed to Jeongguk’s four, but it’s still a terrifying sight to see; his eyes are a brighter, bloodier red, a stark contrast to Jeongguk’s dark crimson irises.

“Looking a little dark there. What’s wrong? Didn’t get enough to eat last night?” Yoongi teases.

“You son of a-”

“Stop!” You cry out, interrupting them as Jeongguk lunges at the older man, but as he leaps into Yoongi, knocking him off the table and to the ground for the second time that day, he stops, sits up on his knees and they both stare at you in question. “Stop trying to kill each other!” You command.

“But Y/N-”

“I said no!” You cut off Jeongguk’s protest. “Get back up here and sit down. You're not allowed to ruin our floor too.”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes at you, but he listens, getting off Yoongi and then marching over to seat himself back on the couch, his arms crossed over his chest.

Yoongi sits up and smiles at you. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me yet, you get over here too.” You order. Yoongi nods, standing up and seating himself back on the coffee table. It’s silent for a minute as you eye both boys carefully. When you’re sure they’re not going to try anything else you continue. “Okay, obviously, something needs to be done about this whole thing. Can the mark be removed?”

“Yes.” Jeongguk states.

“But only if I want it to be.” Yoongi informs you.

“OR if she doesn’t want to be your feeder anymore.” Jeongguk reminds the boy.

“Oh yeah?” Yoongi smiles deviously. “And who’s she going to get to replace the mark, you?”

“If that’s what it takes.” Jeongguk growls.

“Wait, replace the mark?” You interrupt.

“If you want the mark removed without my permission, you have to find another shadower to replace my mark with their own and then they can remove theirs.” Yoongi states. “But like Jeongguk said, it’s a rather intimate ceremony and I can pretty much guarantee if someone else gets a taste of you, they won’t want to let you go either.”

“Okay, Kookie, what would you have to do to mark me? What’s the ceremony?”

“Oh, um, w-well, I… uh-”

“He has to make you cum while feeding on you.” Yoongi interrupts Jeongguk’s stuttering.

“Oh… Well, couldn’t you just feed on me while I, you know, do it myself?”

“Nope.” Yoongi laughs. “It doesn’t work that way. It has to be him.”

“You know, I bet it’s only a temporary mark.” Jeongguk spits. “I could just kill you and it’d fade.”

Yoongi scoffs. “But do you want to risk her being stuck with it forever?”

Jeongguk turns to you. “Y/N, what did he do to you last night?”

“W-what?”

“Did he, well, you know… Did he fuck you? Or did he do something else?”

“Jeongguk!” You squeak, embarrassed by his intrusive inquiry.

“If he didn’t fuck you, I can just kill him and this whole thing will go away, we can go back to normal.”

“No one’s killing anyone!” You state.

“What do you want to do then?” Jeongguk asks.

“I don't know, I just… I need some time to think. To process.”

“Take all the time you need baby.” Yoongi coos, moving to sit behind you and resting his chin on your shoulder, making Jeongguk hiss under his breath. “You have to remember Kook, she had to be willing for my mark to take effect.”

“Shut it Min.”

Yoongi shrugs and wraps his arms around your waist. You hate to admit it, but the feeling of this man next to you, touching you, claiming you, sets your heart a flutter. Something about his presence relaxes you, and you lean back into his chest for only a minute before Jeongguk grabs your arms and yanks you toward him.

“Stop that!” He shouts at the older boy. “Y/N, you can’t get close to him like that, it’s dangerous.”

“What are you talking about? I was just getting comfortable.” You grumble.

“No, he was making you comfortable. He was trying to influence you.”

“Jeongguk-”

“I’m serious. When he fed on you last night, did you feel high at any point?”

You think back and remember the waves of euphoria you felt when he touched you. “I- Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?”

“That was him marking you. You felt that way because he mixed some of his blood with yours and now it’s in your system. He can control you if you get too close.”

“Are you serious?” You ask, whipping around you to look at Yoongi accusingly.

“What if she likes being controlled? She didn’t seem to have a problem with it last night.” Yoongi states, brushing your hair off your shoulder to expose your bruised neck to him. He quickly buries his face in your shoulder, inhaling deeply. “You know, I’m starting to feel a bit hungry.” Yoongi teases, letting his fangs rest on your soft skin.

“Don’t you dare do that in front of me.” Jeongguk growls.

Yoongi chuckles darkly before looking up at Jeongguk. “You’re free to leave anytime.”

“This is my house.” Jeongguk wraps his own arms around your waist and pulls you flush against him, out of Yoongi’s reach, but causing Yoongi’s fangs to scratch your neck as you’re pulled away from him.

“Ouch, goddamnit you two!” You curse, rubbing the sore spot to see a bit of blood on your fingers when you pull back. Before you can register their movement, Yoongi has you pinned against the back of the couch, his eyes flashing bright red again as he focuses on the bit of blood seeping from your skin. He licks his lips, using one hand to tilt your head to the side, forcing you to meet Jeongguk’s gaze.

Jeongguk’s eyes have gone dark, almost black with just a hint of red in his irises as he looks past you to your neck.

“J-Jeongguk?”

He shakes his head, his eyes returning to their familiar brown warmth. “S-sorry. I’m fine.”

Yoongi laughs above you. “No he isn’t, look at him. He wants to taste you Y/N-ah.”  Yoongi grabs the hand with your blood on it and holds it up to Jeongguk’s face. “Go ahead Kook, have a taste. See what you’ve been missing all these years.”

“What? N-no, I can’t.” Jeongguk moves to turn his head, but as he does, Yoongi touches your fingers to Jeongguk’s lips, leaving behind a bit of blood.

“No turning back now.” Yoongi taunts.

“No…” Jeongguk whispers. You watch his eyes flash back and forth between brown and red, showing the internal struggle of him trying to resist licking his lips.

“You know Kook, we could always share her.” Yoongi offers, entranced by the sight of your blood on Jeongguk’s lip. “I wouldn’t mind. I know how hungry you must be.” Yoongi kisses your shoulder where he scraped you and then licks his lips, groaning when the taste of you hits his tongue. “Haven’t you always wondered?”

“No. No, I can’t.” Jeongguk wipes his lips on the sleeve of his shirt as he stands, nearly falling over in his haste to get away from you.

“Suit yourself.” Yoongi makes sure your hair’s out of the way before you feel his tongue tentatively touch your skin, lapping up the tiniest amount of blood to taunt Jeongguk before groaning into your neck, and before you can even breathe, you feel Yoongi bite down, his fangs easily puncturing your soft skin where he bit you the first time. This time, you feel the sucking and gulping motions as he feeds, his arms pulling you close as he loses himself in the taste of you.

“Y-Yoongi…” You gasp, starting to feel lightheaded.

“Min you need to stop.” Jeongguk warns. “Yoongi, stop! You’re going to kill her!” But Yoongi doesn't stop. The last thing you see before you blackout is Jeongguk's hand come back to punch Yoongi in the face.

You feel unbelievably groggy when you wake up, like all your energy has been drained, but when you open your eyes, you're in your bed. What the…? You can't help but wonder if it was all a dream. You sit up to look around only to be met with Yoongi’s piercing gaze from where he sits at the end of your mattress with a nice new black eye and busted lip.

“Oh god…” You groan.

“Unfortunately, praying isn’t going to make me go away.” He smirks.

“I thought maybe it was all just a dream…” You admit, a bit deflated.

This makes Yoongi chuckle. “Nope, it’s as real as you and me babe.”

“Don’t call me that.” You chide. “I barely even know you.”

“And yet you let me crawl into your bed and have my way with you.”

“Shut up.” You mumble, pulling your knees into your chest. “Why are you here?”

“Look, I’ve got some stuff I need to explain really quickly.”

“You couldn’t have waited with Jeongguk? I thought he would have kicked you out by now.”

“He did.” Yoongi breathes out in a huff of laughter. “Kook doesn’t know I’m here.”

“What?” You panic, thinking he’s going to do something else to you.

“Don’t freak out, just listen.” Yoongi moves to calm you, placing a hand on your knee which soothes you instantly, probably because of the effects of his mark. “Look, when I moved here, I wasn’t looking for any trouble, alright? But when I introduced myself to the other shadowers around, they all complained about Jeongguk.”

“Complained? Why?”

“Because of you. Because he made sure every shadower in Seoul knew not to go anywhere near you because you were ‘his’. He threatened everyone who even thought about you, he killed two others who tried to get to you one night at a club.”

You remember that. You had been at a club with Hyemi having a great time when Jeongguk showed up out of the blue and took you both home for no apparent reason. You were upset at first, but when you got home, Jeongguk let you guys have full control of the TV and the liquor, silently watching over you from his recliner, he even took off work that night to look after you two.

“S-so what does that have to do with you?”

“They asked me to stop him. To get him to finally mark you like they all know he wants to.”

“But, he said he didn’t want to?”

“Do you really think he doesn’t? How long have you two known each other?”

“Since we were little but-”

“And you’re telling me you haven’t seen the way he looks at you?”

“I…” The truth is, you don’t know. You've always been in love with Jeongguk, but to him, you thought you were just his best friend and you’ve been comfortable with that. The thought of pushing that boundary and ending up without him terrified you, so you forced yourself not to think about it, no matter how many times you drove yourself crazy listening to him pleasure himself when he thought you were still asleep. You always tried to tell yourself that you didn’t love him, because he didn’t see you in that way. Right? “Yoongi I…”

“I know. Now, put on some sexy little panties and go get him to replace my mark with his own.”

“What if he doesn’t want to? What if he says no? What if he doesn’t like-”

“Y/N. He feels the same way. Why do you think he wouldn’t let anyone else near you all this time?”

“Because he’s a good friend?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Because he wanted you all to himself. Did you hear the way he talked about you this morning?”

No one else would dare go near her. They know she’s mine.

He was so adamant about it. “Are you sure?”

“If I’m not, come back to my place. I’ll make sure you forget about him, alright?”

“Get out.” You kick your leg out and push him off your bed, making him fall to the floor.

“Alright, alright.” Yoongi stands and brushes himself off, but not before you hear Jeongguk running down the hall calling your name.

“Y/N??” He must have heard the sound of Yoongi falling to the ground and misinterpreted it as you falling. You look up to shoo Yoongi to see he’s already halfway out your window.

“Have fun.” He winks and then shuts the window behind him, disappearing into the night.

“Y/N?” Jeongguk bursts into your room and rushes to your side. “I heard a loud noise. Are you okay? Did you fall? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine Kookie, I just dropped my phone.” You brush him off with a small lie, knowing he’d most likely be furious if he knew Yoongi was anywhere near you.

“Oh, okay. G-good then.” He nods in affirmation of his own statement and then stands next to your bed a bit awkwardly, probably deciding if he should leave or not.

“Sit with me?” You ask, patting the mattress next to you.

“Um, sure.” He plops himself down next to you, but remains a bit stiff until you snuggle up to his side, then his arms are around you in a flash, pulling you close as he buries his face in your hair.

“So a vampire, huh?”

Jeongguk chuckles. “Ah, yeah.”

“Alright, so are you going to tell me which stereotypes are true?” You inquire.

“What do you mean?” He mumbles against you.

“I mean, garlic? Sunlight? Etcetera etcetera?”

“Oh, um well, I can eat garlic.”

“Okay good, I’m glad I don’t poison you every time I make pasta.”

“Yeah, I’d be pretty sad if I couldn’t eat garlic.” He jokes. “I can go out in sunlight for two hours everyday if I have to, but shadowers are nocturnal, so usually we just find jobs that let us work the night shift.”

“So all the times I dragged you to the park with me, I hurt you?”

He thinks for a moment. “It’s more like, it makes us feel sick.”

“Oh god, I’m sorry Kook.”

“It’s okay.” He shrugs. “I like spending time with you. We can see ourselves in mirrors and photos.”

You scoff. “I knew that, otherwise you wouldn’t know what to brag about.”

“Aish, you’re so mean.” He pouts, squeezing you tightly.

You hesitate before asking the question that has you most curious. “And what about um, blood?”

He sighs, taking time to gather his answer before responding. “We need it to live. It’s like water to us. Sure, we can eat and drink as much human food as we like, and some of it’s a pretty good substitute, meats especially, but in the end… Without blood we die.”

You nod in understanding. “And the whole taste thing?”

“Everyone’s blood tastes different. It has to do with their natural scent. Shadowers have an enhanced sense of smell, so when Yoongi said you smelled good, he was referring to the scent of your blood.”

“I wonder what I taste like.”

“Blood.” Jeongguk states.

“How would you know?”

“Everyone tastes like blood, they all just have different accents.” Jeongguk pauses to think. “Some are spicy, some are salty, some are sour. The best ones are sweet though.” He admits, his eyes flashing red for the briefest moment. “Any other questions?”

“Well, you said something earlier about a ‘temporary’ mark. Is there a permanent mark?”

“Yeah, there is.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Well, a temporary mark is usually used for feeders; humans the shadowers will get bored of. A permanent mark is used more for life-long partners, mates, stuff like that.”

“What makes it permanent?”

“The way it’s removed.”

“How’s that?”

“It can only be removed with death…”

You nod in understanding before another thought pops into your head. “Is there a different way of making a permanent mark?”

“Yeah.”

“Well are you going to explain it or do I have to guess?”

“R-right um, well. The shadower has to have sex with whoever he’s marking and the shadower has to feed directly from the carotid artery as the feeder, you know, finishes… It’s dangerous, because the partner can bleed out if it isn’t done right.” He swallows hard as he shifts next to you.

“You okay Kook?” You inquire, hoping you didn’t upset him by talking about this stuff.

“Me? I should be asking you that.”

“I asked first.”

Jeongguk sighs with a soft smile. “I just… I never thought I’d have to explain any of this to you.”

“Never?”

“Well, I figured one day I might have to, but I never wanted to. I didn’t want you to be a part of this life. I wanted to keep you away from it, to keep you-”

“To yourself?” You interrupt, making Jeongguk’s cheeks flush a bright pink.

“N-not necessarily…” He mumbles. “I just didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Jeongguk, you can’t protect me from everything forever, you know that, right?”

“I know…” Jeongguk tilts your head to the side to examine the bite marks and bruises on your neck. His thumb rubs lightly over the irritated skin, as if wishing he could take it back.

“So how are we going to do this?” You question.

Jeongguk meets your gaze with one of confusion. “Do what?”

“How do you want to mark me?”

“What?” Jeongguk practically chokes on his own tongue. “W-what??”

“How do you want to mark me?” You repeat.

“B-but Yoongi-”

“I don’t care about Yoongi, Kook. I want his mark off me.”

“B-but then we’d h-have to… I-I’d have to, y-you know.”

“So?”

“So? Y/N, we’d be crossing some- some serious boundaries in our friendship.”

“What if… What if I want you to cross them.”

Jeongguk’s eyes go wide at this. “Y/N, what are you talking about?”

You sigh, getting up and swinging your leg over Jeongguk’s lap so that you’re straddling him. You place your hands on his shoulders and squeeze them gently before sliding them down his chest. “Kook… I don’t know how to say this.”

“S-say what?” He eyes you with a mixture of terror and excitement. Without thinking twice about it, you lean forward and press your lips to Jeongguk’s. He freezes in place, not really sure what to do with himself until you pull back and he starts to breathe again. “W-what was that?” He squeaks.

“Jeongguk, if anyone’s mark is going to be on me, it should be yours, don’t you think? I could even be your feeder, if you want.”

“I… Y-Y/N…”

“I think it’s time we get this over with. I’m tired of hiding my feelings from you Kookie.” You take a deep breath. “You’re the one I’m in love with.” You confess, looking down at your lap. “Not Yoongi…”

“What?” It comes out as barely even a whisper, it was more like he just mouthed the word as he exhaled.

“Don’t make me say it again… I get it…” You mumble, moving to get off him, but his hands grip your hips tightly and refuse to let go.

“Say it again.” He mumbles.

“Kook-”

“Please?”

You sigh. “I… I love you.”

“I love you too.” His response is immediate and your head snaps up to meet his gaze, seeing nothing but sincerity in his eyes. “Y/N I’ve loved you for so long.” He confesses, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“Really?” Your body fills with a sweet sensation of hope.

“Really.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You ask, playfully pouting. “Do you know how long we could’ve been together by now?”

“I was so afraid…” He whispers, and it’s only when you hear the crack in his voice that your playful air dissipates into seriousness. “I was afraid you’d reject who I am, that you’d reject me…”

“Kook-”

“Even now that you know who I am, what I am, I’m still afraid. I’m terrified that on the inside, you’re waiting for a chance to escape; that if I blink, then you’ll be gone…”

“Kook, look at me.” You reach up and squish his face between your hands, but he avoids your gaze. “Jeongguk.” You say his name more sternly, making his eyes flit up to meet yours, allowing you to see that they’re a little wet, glistening with the prospect of his frustrated tears. “Listen, I promise, I’m not going anywhere. Aren’t you listening silly?” You pinch his cheeks, trying to get him to smile. “I just asked you to mark me. I want to be yours.” You punctuate your sentence with another soft peck against his lips. He responds this time, but only after you’ve already pulled away, chasing your mouth with his own.

You giggle when he opens his eyes in confusion; he looks so puzzled by the absence of your lips that you can’t help yourself as you lean forward for another sweet kiss. The third time’s a charm you suppose, as this kiss is finally returned in a timely fashion, giving you a chance to really appreciate the feeling of his mouth against yours.

The years of waiting make Jeongguk a little bit impatient as he pulls you closer, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss. You quickly wrap your arms around his neck to lessen the distance between the two of you, your fingers absentmindedly tangling in his chestnut locks.

Jeongguk bites on your lower lip lightly, teasingly, before swiping his tongue across it. You happily part your lips and grant him access to your mouth which he eagerly accepts, his tongue flicking in happily as it explores the wetness of your mouth. You gasp into his mouth when he squeezes your hips tightly, pulling you as close as he can as he drags your clothed core against the roughness of his jeans. When he hears the small noise he stops, slightly out of breath already as he looks up at you.

“W-we don’t have to do all this you know. All I h-have to do is- Well, I don’t even have to get involved really…”

“But I want you to.” You state. “I want you. Permanently.”

“P-Permanently? Y/N, that’s-”

“Dangerous, I know. But I want all of you Kookie.”

“Are you sure?” He looks at you, his eyes flashing dark red for the briefest second. “What if… What if you meet someone else?”

“I will never love another vampire for as long as I live. I can promise you that.”

“Are you sure?” He asks again.

“Jeongguk, you’re stalling.”

“I guess… I’m still trying to make sure this isn’t a dream.”

“Don’t worry Kook. I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

This seems to be enough as he presses his lips back to yours, rougher this time. He bites harshly on your lower lip before trailing his kisses to your jaw, and down your neck, when he gets to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, he places one soft kiss against Yoongi’s bite mark before inhaling deeply and exhaling with a small whine.

“God you smell so good.” He whimpers before flipping you onto your back and crawling on top of you, burying his nose right back against your neck to breathe you in. He switches to the other side as one of his hands trails lightly up under your shirt. He pushes your bra up out of the way and grabs your breast, massaging it lightly as he nips at your neck, not to feed, just to tease.

You slide your hands up under his shirt and manage to yank it off over his head. You’ve seen Jeongguk shirtless a few times, but you’ve never been able to touch him. Not like this. Your hands trace along his muscular torso, memorizing every inch until Jeongguk interrupts your staring by tugging at your own shirt. You sit up enough for him to remove it and he tosses it to the ground before reaching around and unclasping your bra as well and adding it to the steadily growing pile of discarded garments.

Jeongguk sits back on his knees as he admires you, his eyes taking in every dip, every curve of your body with awe. “You’re so pretty Y/N…” He whispers.

“Will you shut up and kiss me?” You whine, trying to cover yourself with your arms, but Jeongguk quickly takes your wrists and pins them down at your sides. He smirks as he leans down, placing a soft peck on your bellybutton and making you giggle. He leaves kisses in his wake as he moves up your body, flicking his tongue over your nipples before returning to your mouth.

As he kisses you, Jeongguk's hands latch to your breasts, squeezing them tightly before pinching and tugging on your nipples. While he’s preoccupied, your retort is to reach down between your bodies and cup his hardness through his jeans. The sound that falls from his lips is the most beautiful noise you’ve ever heard in your lifetime as he separates from you again, gazing down at you, his brow furrowed with pleasure. You press again, harder this time, squeezing him in your palm, and in a matter of seconds, Jeongguk has your pants undone and is tugging them down your legs with your panties before he sits up and starts to undo his belt.

You smack his hands away, making him whimper as you grab his belt. You take your sweet ass time, unbuckling his belt, popping open the button of his jeans, and then oh so slowly tugging the zipper down. Jeongguk looks like he’s about to burst when you finally grab the waistbands of his jeans and boxers and start to tug them down his legs.

His erection springs free and you moan quietly at the sight of it. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Jeongguk was seconds from cumming already with the amount of precum he’s leaking, actually dripping for you. You wrap your hand around his length and squeeze it gently, making Jeongguk gasp as he reaches out to grab onto you, his hands cupping your face a little too hard.

“What’s wrong Kookie?” You ask, innocently batting your eyelashes as you look up at him.

“Y-Y/N, you can’t- I can’t…” He whines.

You can’t help but giggle as you release his erection, pulling him back down on top of you and wrapping your legs around his waist as your mouths collide. As you slip your tongue into his mouth, Jeongguk reaches down and removes his pants completely before he slips two fingers into your core, making you moan lightly.

“K-Kook…”

“Damn, you don’t need any prep at all, do you? You’re so wet.” He muses, pulling his fingers out and holding them in front of your face to prove his point.

“You’re one to talk. You look like you’re about to explode.” You tease. He silences you by slipping his fingers into your mouth, making you lick up your own wetness.

“If you don’t let me inside you in the next minute, I just might.” He growls. You dutifully suck his fingers clean before adjusting your hips, pushing them up against his cock to show you’re ready. “Fuck, alright baby.” He hisses from the bit of friction before lining himself up and pushing his hips forward.

The second he enters you, your mouth drops open in a silent scream as your body goes into a frenzy, something inside is screaming for you to stop, but it feels so good, why would you want to stop? Jeongguk must see the look on your face because he moves to explain.

“It feels wrong, right? That’s Yoongi’s mark. It’s trying to tell your body to stop because it knows I’m not Yoongi. But we’ll get that straightened out.” He states, seating himself deep inside you. Your brow furrows in concentration as you try to focus on the feeling of Jeongguk inside you, instead of the feeling of your body screaming no. He bends down and kisses you sweetly before whispering in your ear. “I’ll do a temporary one quick, then we can get to the good stuff, okay?”

“But-”

“I don’t want to mark you permanently with your body saying no, the mark might not hold and that could hurt you more than anything.”

“H-Hurry.” You whine, your stomach starting to twist in all sort of painful ways as your brain rejects Jeongguk.

“It’ll only hurt for a few seconds, I promise.” He places one more kiss against your lips before pulling his hips back and thrusting into you harshly.

Your brain screams in protest, your body trying to curl in on itself, but Jeongguk holds you firmly in place. It’s only a few seconds before you feel his fangs prick at your skin, but those few seconds feel like a lifetime with the pain coursing through your veins.

Then everything stops.

Your body, the pain, Jeongguk’s hips; everything is still except his mouth as it works on your neck and all you hear are the soft moans that leave his throat, groaning as he tastes you for the first time. Suddenly Jeongguk thrusts one more time and out of nowhere, your body is forced into a harsh, body-shaking orgasm.

You cry out from the pleasure that overwhelms you, your nails raking down Jeongguk’s back as you attempt to ground yourself, you core spasming, clenching relentlessly around Jeongguk, but he manages to contain himself, gently moving his hips to provide you with just enough stimulation to ride out your high.

When your body collapses underneath him, you feel Jeongguk’s tongue glide across your neck before he sits up. You watch through half lidded eyes as he rolls his tongue around his mouth, probably gathering up all the blood from his teeth. When he’s done, he smiles down at you, his fangs hidden again.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groans before looking down at your disheveled state. “I think I should let you rest for a bit.” He whispers, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before moving to pull out. You stop him immediately, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist.

“I’m… I’m ready, please.”

“Y/N, you can barely keep your eyes open.” He chides softly.

“Jeongguk, please. I want to feel you, I want you,  I-I want-”

“Okay, okay, shush baby.” He giggles as he kisses you again. He tests the waters with a tentative thrust of his hips, making you moan. He laughs. “Does it feel better now?”

“So much, god, Jeongguk please.” You beg.

“Ah hah~ D-don’t clench around me like that, fuck…” After one more kiss, Jeongguk picks his pace back up, his hips smacking against you with every thrust.

This time, all you feel is Jeongguk, and your body is more than pleased to surround him with your warmth. You pull him closer and he starts a slow, but relentless pace. Jeongguk’s moans are music to your ears as he pants against your neck, pressing kisses to every inch of your skin he can reach.

You love this feeling; being so close, so connected to Jeongguk as the two of you use each other’s bodies for pleasure for the first time. Everything feels right. Unfortunately, the feeling doesn’t last long, as you feel your high rapidly approaching again, but luckily, Jeongguk’s hips falter, giving away his looming release.

“Jeongguk, I’m ready.”

“I know. I know.” He pants. “I know… Fuck.” He moves his weight from his elbows to his hands, reaching one of them up and tracing over your carotid artery with his fingertips. “A-are you sure?”

You nod. “I’m sure.”

“Okay. I love you.” He whispers, cupping your face gently.

“I love you too.” You punctuate your statement with a passionate kiss. Knowing that this could all go terribly wrong in a matter of seconds, you want to make sure he knows it’s not his fault if this ends badly.

Jeongguk pulls back and looks at you one last time to make sure. You nod, and then he nods before leaning down, he presses one soft kiss against your artery before pounding into you roughly, kickstarting your orgasm. As soon as your core starts to clench around him again, Jeongguk digs in. He buries his face in your neck and you feel his fangs pierce you. This time it stings a bit more, and you feel yourself get lightheaded much faster. Your moans of pleasure quickly fade into soft whimpers before Jeongguk pulls back. You feel his tongue repeatedly swiping over the puncture wounds he made in a panicked fashion, trying to get them to close as fast as he can. You can feel your blood dripping down the side of your neck, but it’s the slightest trail, and when he’s sure your mark is closed, Jeongguk laps up the bit the spilled before it reaches the pillow beneath you.

Jeongguk slams into you one last time with a rough moan. You look up at him as he spills his cum inside you to see blood dripping down the side of his chin. You feel his warmth filling you up as he collapses on top of you, breathing heavily.

“Kook…” You gasp, your throat sore.

“Yes, baby? Are you okay?” He immediately sits back up and hovers over you.

You giggle as you reach up to swipe the blood off his chin with your thumb. “You missed some.” You state, holding your thumb up to his mouth. His face relaxes and he smiles softly as he licks the remnants of you off the digit. He pulls out and cleans you up gently before laying beside you.

“Are you alright?” He asks, turning your face toward him.

“Mhm.” You nods slowly, already half asleep. You press Jeongguk down onto his back and snuggle up to his side, tossing an arm around his waist. He reacts immediately, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

“I love you Y/N.” He mumbles into your hair.

“I love you too.” You whisper as you drift off.

When you wake up, Jeongguk is wrapped around you, his chest pressed to your back as he snoozes, his breathing rhythmic from sleep. You roll over in his arms to look at him, he looks so sweet and peaceful like this, you almost forget that he has fangs and drinks blood. You smile to yourself, unable to resist the urge to reach up and cup his cheek, unintentionally causing him to stir. His eyes flutter open, and it takes him a moment to focus on you, but when he does, his eyes go wide in astonishment.

“Y/N?”

“Hi Kookie.”

“You’re… You’re still here.” He reaches up and touches your face; your cheeks, your lips, your hair; just to make sure you’re real.

You smile at his antics. “I told you I would be. So, am I yours?”

Jeongguk leans over and brushes your hair out of the way, examining your neck before pressing a soft kiss to it. “You’re all mine.”

Copyright © Inkjam-Moon 2018

[mageintime]

It’s 4 fucking am so I’m not going to do the write up now but it’s my boys, my best boys, my favourite 

Now with proper info below the cut

Ameeth (Ah May Eth) is the crown prince of Auratus, an island kingdom composed of 7 major islands of varied sizes off the coast of the continent of Aesse.  While not raised in isolation, he had only a passing interest in most of the concerns of his peers, and preferred to spend any time he could in the palace gardens. This refuge of escape eventually turned into a deep interest in botany, a hobby which his mother tolerated so long as he had already finished his studies for the day and didn’t allow anyone of note to see him covered in dirt. He is eventually allowed a short vacation from the castle as the preamble to his pre-coronation tour, and revels in having a personal garden for the duration of it (Note: this coronation is part of a traditional process as the country is composed of long-living elves and the position of Heir Apparent is actually given to the youngest sibling (usually the youngest daughter if possible), to ensure that the monarch lasts as long as possible as there can occasionally be age gaps of centuries between siblings. The Heir is always crowned around their second decade of living, and is transferred as soon as a younger sibling reaches the correct age. As Ameeth is an only child and his mother Aleksandra refuses to remarry lest he possibly be branded a bastard, he is the sole current direct heir and thus is crowned after his 20th birthday).

Ameeth initially views his position with grudging acceptance, though slowly gains a sense of duty about it. His feelings about it are complicated by annual abuse suffered at the hands of the King of the Iron Island, which he is forced into at a young age in order to avoid a threatened war. This abuse comes to a head in a murder plot, conducted in conjunction with the King’s wives and coincidentally lining up with a similar plot set by some of his sons. It’s a mess. Fluorite is there. One of the king’s sons is crowned after the massacre, which solves the war threat but also lands Ameeth in a position of contention as he was present for the murders and ends with him swerve dodging out of what could have been an arranged marriage with one of the King’s daughters by loudly announcing that he’s decided to marry Fluorite.

Fluorite is the God of Death (Mark 2), taking over for Libitina. He is in a unique position as the second generation of Greater Gods are almost fully reassembled souls (in the way most normal gods are made, but so complete that their almost approach total unity). To most of the Greater Gods he is considered a fetus due to his age and immaturity, and they view most of his actions in similarly to an adult looking at an infant clack building blocks together for the first time. Because his selves were originally mortal, he still retains a lot of the drive to have a mortal life, and as a part of his eventual adjustment into godhood he is allowed to roam free on a single timeline to get it out of his system. The timeline chosen for this is linked to an incident near his conception, and he is sent to live with Ameeth due to this. While in Auratus he invents an identity based around a mythological land similar to Atlantis, and uses his connections to turn it into a reality just to add credibility to his story.

While he doesn’t really start out thinking he would be around for too long (Figuring it just needed a short stint to get it out of his system and become a proper god), he ends up hopelessly infatuated with Ameeth and this leads him down the path to making some very selfish decisions and essentially fucking up a timeline so thoroughly that it becomes unable to split and is probably destined to eventually implode.

He doesn’t care.

All he cares about is Ameeth.

Other Important Note: Although no one tells them at initially, everyone assumed they were half brothers. It eventually comes out that they’re not related at all, but due to a universe-wide conspiracy to keep their not-father Skyle so distracted that he doesn’t realize he could easily cause an apocalypse they end up in a weird place emotionally. This plot point is left over from when I originally made them, as I had set out to create a really weird, kind of taboo pairing and ended up having to dial it back a bunch later since I liked them too much and didn’t feel comfortable with the original situation. Unfortunately, a bunch of other stuff got wrapped up in the fact that a good portion of the other characters believe they’re related, so this is my current best solution to the problem.

Design Notes:

I wanted to do a slight age progression with their outfits here, starting with when they originally met (Although they honestly look a little younger than they should oops) and ending with outfits more similar to what they would wear to a formal occasion in their adulthood.

Ameeth’s outfits were mainly designed to look royal, though I tried to incorporate as much subtle flower/plant symbolism into them as I could. This was mostly relegated to the colour and fabric pattern choices, though I got a little more obvious with it when he’s older due to the fact that he eventually gains the moniker of “Flower King”.  Braids are symbolic in Auratian culture as a way to show honour to one’s ancestors, and wearing one’s hair in a braid is common for people in traditional positions of power. Auratian monarchs generally grow out their hair to accommodate this, and their clothing also has a tendency to incorporate braids into the designs. Although it isn’t visible in these pictures because he’s facing the wrong way, his actual crown in an earring worn along the underside of the long part of his ear, which requires a double piercing to hold it in place (This piercing is done by the current monarch as part of the coronation, and is allowed to grow over if the position is passed to a younger sibling). Ears are seen as a sacred body part in Auratian culture and both piercings and earrings are an important part of multiple life milestones. I forgot to draw their wedding piercings because you’d only be able to see it on Fluorite and I don’t have a solid design for it yet, but the left lobe is pierced by the SO during the marriage ceremony and matching earrings are worn to commemorate the marriage. Similarly, the parent’s right lobes are pierced after the birth of their first child, and fathers wear a single red stud to signify having offspring while mothers wear a ring or hoop, adding extras in a chain for each additional child.

A final note about Ameeth’s design is his heterochromia; this was originally to show his demigod lineage as Skyle’s sons tend to have blue eyes of varying hues, but Auratian royalty is known for their characteristic purple eyes. Thus, the heterochromia was meant to symbolize his dual heritage. I could change it now, but his granddaughter (Toroka) inherited it and Fluorite mentions it in an off-comment about it making her more credible as the heir in Hat Shop so it stays.

Also, Ameeth’s name is based off of a corruption of Amethyst since Skyle’s sons have a gemstone name theme thing going on, and the purple royal eyes was tied into that.

Fluorite’s design is based on his mother (Osis)’s design, as well as the fact that he’s pretending to be a priest. The shredded cape idea came from an old drawing I did where he had a similar cape and I thought it was damn cool so it stuck around. He isn’t actually an elf, he just puts the ears on when he’s on-world so people don’t look at him weirdly. I mean, people look at him weirdly already, but that’s mostly because he always has an expression on his face that makes him look like he knows exactly when you’re going to die (he does).