#wil woo

[suaddicts-autism]

Will Wood, he can be pretty AND handsome

this man IS gender

[spitinsideme]

Can you just draw em snuggling, like sleepy babies- they need their rest too

drew them sleeping ... i feel like pomni (when shes in a touch mood) LOVES having ragatha on top of her and hold her because shes soft and warm and shes heavy .. like a weighted AND heated blanket ans ragatha absolutely lovss it (touch starved) becauze she geta to be close to pomni and its like holding a plushie

[mykaeba]

hello, may i bring porco rosso au to your consideration?

there would be: techno as marco, tommy as fio, wilbur as gina, quackity as donald curtis, squid as ferrari, phil as mr. piccolo and so much more

[seafoamshantyy]

I love how will wood said he won't have kids because he dosent want to bring them into this shithole of a society,, Why couldn't my parents have been like that 😥

[walrussyy]

[sketcheups]

I havent watched Amphibia yet 

This was also for a friends birthday gg 

[mysticalsoot]

✭masterlist✭

introduction/guidelines here

wip list!

I wanted to revamp my masterlist, so here yall go!

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dadbur headcanons to feel something || x

fluff, headcanons, gn/afab undertones cc!wilbur x reader pregnancy/health issues, swearing

he said he'd cure all your ills (but he did and he always will) || x

hurt/comfort, angst with fluff, warped reality cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 2k swearing, derealization, manipulation, cheating

he said he'd cure all your ills (but he didn't and he never maybe will) || x

angst, warped reality, yeah that's it cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 2.7k swearing, manipulation, bittersweet ending, heights, cheating, wilbur is an asshole, please don't do what reader does

marry the idiot on the stage (request) || x

fluffy marriage proposal!! thats it!! cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 2k swearing

this is it, this is what joy feels like, doesn't it? || x

hurt/comfort, little angst lots of fluff cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 5.3k swearing, one undetailed kiss, mentions of alcohol and drinking

too, more and most || x

very dark angst with a redeeming fluffy end, hurt/comfort, warped reality they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 3.3k alluded death, mcd but not permanent, swearing, derealization, hallucinations, flat out death, swearing probably!

guitars and domestic bliss || x

so much fluff! cc!wilbur x reader // 2.4k swearing, kissing, thunderstorms, sliiiightly suggestive, tickling

sick at space camp || x

my space camp boarding school au, tooth-rotting fluff cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 2.5k swearing, a cold, whiny and clingy wilbur

mission sims and missing cues || x

another bs au fic, flirty pinning friends they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 6.3k swearing, pinning galore, suggestive ish sorta

my darling, husband || x

domestic bliss, relationship/marriage reveal?? he/him // cc!wilbur x male!reader // 2.3k swearing, suggestive at the end, lots of physical affection (wholesome), tickle fight woo!!

miscommunications and mistakes || x

slightly angsty, will they/won't they, gay pining, another another bs au fic- he/him // cc!wilbur x transmale!reader // 4.2k swearing, kissing, slight make out, mentions of anxious thoughts, wilbur says he's gay in this- I think that's it?

don't lock yourself away || x

request, hurt/comfort, shit mental health, depressive episode, supportive bf wilbur they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 1.5k swearing, depression, unaliving ideation, please tread lightly- that's it

peer pressure and canned beer || x

hurt/comfort, miscommunication ish, peer pressure, cheating, asshole drunk wilbur they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 3k swearing, underage drinking, peer pressure, kissing, cheating, homophobic undertones, alchehol (please read that as is, its supposed to be funny)

goodnight, my sweet || x

little hurt/big comfort, autistic coded reader, best bf wilbur they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 1.7k mentions of possibly fainting, lots of kissing, all of its wholesome kissing, lowercase intentional, not proofread

you changed, it's good || x

mini hurt/big comfort, old feelings, wil is a dad, willow my dear<3 they/them // c!revivedbur x gn!reader // 1.8k swearing, child, inaccurate depictions of lore, suicidal mentions perhaps?

tomorrow you can fly || x

fluff, minor angst, makeupbur!! they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 3k anxiety, separation anxiety, brief mention of will being shirtless, sorta suggestive, so fluffy it hurts, overuse of petnames, autistic coded reader/wil

halloween costumes & anxiety || x

wilbur helps reader when he panics over negative words thrown at him by fans, halloween costumes included (pt 1 of glances of love) he/him // cc!wilbur x male!reader // 3.2k one sfw use of daddy, lots of petnames, anxious autistic coded reader, so fluffy yet angsty, some assholes in the lvjy fanbase, maybe swearing?

i prefer life with you, than without || x

wilbur gets a bit self conscious about his relationship with reader but you're quick to reassure him ! (pt 2 of glances of love) they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 2.4k possible swearing, mentions and vague descriptions of parental fighting and childhood trauma, food mentions (no EDs), implied age gap (do what you will with that)

i love you, you know? || x

request // wilbur disappears from his office and so when reader goes looking for him, he only responds to daddy. then reader threatens him to not shave (beardbur my beloved) they/them // labrat dr!wilbur x gn!reader // 1.8k sfw playful uses of daddy (literally the whole point of the fic), maybe swearing, mentions of burning alive (its a joke i-), threatening wil to not shave! beardbur coded bc- I love it (the last stream's beard specific), mild seperation/abandonment anxiety

someone to (not) watch me die || x

wilbur's been distant lately but when you finally convince him to spend some time with you, your life takes a dramatic turn. he doesn't always keep his promises. they/them // lmanbur x gn!reader // 2k hurt absolutely no comfort, MCD !!! incredibly implied suicide/assisted suicide (going into a battle knowing he's not coming back), swearing probably, overuse of baby (sue me), reader kinda wants to off themselves at the end but uh who wouldn't? implied age gap

someone to live with || x

part 2 of previous fic // after wilbur's death and a too long to think, you ask your sister to help you. she does but maybe her methods work a bit too well. they/them // reivivebur x gn!reader // 3.1k slight hurt/big comfort, suicide mentions, kissing, easily forgiving reader, ghostbur goes to a happy limbo, probably swearing

heaven is you (godbur au) || x

after a few (actually, many) instances where you risked your life in order to reach your beloved wilbur’s world, you have a final disagreement that brings him to a few realizations and maybe some more effort to bring you want you want they/them // godbur x gn!reader // 2k kinda hurt but comfort at end, illusions to suicide but not flat out said, probably swearing, is there an unbalanced power dynamic? probably, uses of baby (i’m sorry i’m a sucker for it-)

an angel to you || x

you and wilma live outside of a small town and on an off day decide to have a sleepy day in they/them // witch!wilma x gn!reader // 1.1k fluff, fluff, fluff. maybe implied age gap? dont remember. a gay guy writing for a woman is enough of a warning i think.

this is reality || x (also on ao3)

kind of sbi and autistic wilbur au, angst (non reader) autistic!wilbur // 5.4k anxiety, panic, swearing

[modelbus]

Hi!

Could you write a x reader for Wilbur, where the reader is dating wilbur but they live long distance? But on Christmas eve the reader shows up to his house to surprise him? Sorry if that dosnet make sense!

It’s most definitely still Christmas time! Woo! (I’m so late)

Pairing: Cc!Wilbur x Gn!Reader

Simple Surprises

You trudge through the snow, trying your best to move quickly but not fall on your ass. Why did Wilbur have to live next to the iciest sidewalk in the whole world? All you wanted to do was surprise your boyfriend, not put your life on the line.

Really, your mistake was not taking the Uber all the way to his flat. But it was Christmas eve, meaning even these roads were packed. You thought it'd be easier if you walked, but apparently not.

The snow was pretty, though. Glistening white, perfectly pristine. It came just in time for a white Christmas.

Carefully triple-checking the address, you finally reach the building Wilbur lives in. Assuming the address isn't wrong, and he didn't move within the last few days. God, why were you so nervous?

Although your relationship with Wilbur was long-distance, you often planned to meet up. When he had asked if you wanted to come over for Christmas with him, you had made some bullshit excuse about not being able to. All so you could turn the tables on him and surprise him.

Now that you're actually here though, you can't help but think this was a bad idea. What if he wasn't even at home? What if he had made different plans for Christmas?

No, you had literally talked to him earlier and he told you he wasn't doing anything. In fact, he planned to watch Captain America at Tommy's request! You told him you were going out with friends to cover your tracks, and he didn't doubt a word.

Marching up to his door, so familiar for something you've only really seen a few times, you hesitate. Not out of anxiety or irrational fear, but excitement. Spending Christmas with Wilbur would be a blast, and you can't wait to see his reaction to you being here.

With that in mind, you knock thrice and wait.

"Hang on!" You hear his voice from somewhere inside, and you smile to yourself.

Something crashes inside, startling you, but the door is flung open to reveal a wide-eyed Wilbur. If you had to wager a guess, he just ran across his flat.

"Sorry, I-" He cuts himself off, gaping at you.

"Nothing to be sorry about. Actually, I think I might've gotten the wrong door?"

"Like hell you did."

He tugs you into him, crashing his lips against yours. You laugh into the kiss, looping your arms around his neck. It's so nice to be here with him, feeling a solid body instead of having to stare at a video call.

"You told me you were busy." Wilbur accuses you once he stops kissing you. He doesn't let you go further than an arm's length though.

"I might've lied, but it was for the greater good. I wanted to surprise you!"

"I'm fucking surprised. I love you. How long are you here for?"

"Just a week." It was the longest you could get away from home, and you're already wishing it was more.

"A week's better than nothing." He assures you, "And I know exactly what to do first!"

"Oh yeah?"

You let him tug you to his couch, reveling in how large his smile is. You've missed this. Hell, you've missed him.

His Tv is paused on a movie, and he doesn't hesitate to pull you down onto the couch with him. Within seconds he's gone full octopus mode, pressing your bodies together to maximize physical contact.

"Cuddling?" You ask, thankful you slipped off your shoes at the door.

You're already melting, muscles relaxing. He's warm, a stark contrast to the winds and snow outside.

"You're here for Christmas, right?" He asks quietly, not yet resuming the movie.

"Of course."

"Good. I almost bought a train ticket to see you, plans be damned."

"Wil!"

"But I'm glad you're here."

"Me too."

He keeps staring at you with the same dopey expression on his face, and you stare back for a few seconds before laughing.

"Are you going to resume the movie?" You ask.

"What?"

"The movie."

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Just admiring you first."

He presses another kiss to your lips before clicking play.

This is exactly where you're meant to be.

[stangelvve]

One Little String

Summary: Y/n and Wilbur are touring together and hiding their relationship

Pronouns: They/Them

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and being tipsy!

A/N: I defenitly had a different idea for the way this was to go, but I never write fluff anymore and needed some fluff lol. Quickly written and barely edited as per usual for me :)

 Named after One Little String by Jule Vera. 

“Listen, it’s not that I don’t like them.” Wilbur started, leaning back onto the musty couch in the greenroom. A few bands sat in the room, loud music pouring over the walls. Bottles of alcohol scattered on just about every surface. 

 Wilbur’s favorite topic was brought up, Y/n. Somehow, he couldn’t quite remember how it was brought up. Maybe it was the fact he was three drinks in and he could feel the familiar buzz in the back of his head. Maybe it was because he could hear the sound of their voice singing on the other side of the walls. A melody only the two of them know was written for him. 

“Bullshit,” Tommy’s voice cut in, rolling his eyes. Wilbur looked over. “It’s the only thing we’ve heard about for the past two weeks.” Tommy grumbled. This was true, as soon tour had started Wil’s dumb rants had started. It wasn’t something he had intended, but it had just happened.  

Truth be told, Y/n and Wilbur were dating. For a few months now, but somehow the two had kept it a secret from their friends and their bandmates. Wilbur found it fun to keep a running bit that he hated Y/n and their band. Y/n found this absolutely ridiculous, but let him keep the bit going. The two weeks had proven to be a bit hard, at least with both of them living in the same town it was easier. 

It was even harder when Y/n’s band was playing an unreleased song in the set that Wilbur knew so well. The two laughed and danced to it in their living room. Everytime Wilbur heard the song, it warmed his heart. He of course couldn’t let anyone know, and Y/n couldn’t show anyone the video of them being dorks in their living room or the one of Wilbur’s smile hearing the song for the first time. 

“Woo! That crowd is amazing tonight.” Y/n’s voice cut into the fuzziness of Wilbur’s head. It amazed Wilbur how amazing they could look right after coming off stage, when he would always be covered in sweat. 

“I think they were a bit louder for us, yeah?” Wilbur asked, nudging Tommy. Tommy looked between the two. He swallowed a lump in his throat not wanting to get in the middle of the fake hatred between the two. 

Y/n rolled their eyes. “Don’t put the poor kid in the middle of this.” They grumbled, crossing their arms. “Anyway, good set guys.” They said, looking at the rest of Lovejoy. A few more pleasantries were passed between the two bands, before Y/n left the room. Some excuse about being exhausted from starting their day early. 

Wilbur watched them leave, eyes lingering on the door. Wilbur excused himself, following after Y/n. He grabbed their arm. If there wasn’t loud music the sound of their shriek would have been heard by everyone else. Wilbur smiled down at them, pushing hair out of his eyes. 

“Wil!” They said, letting out a laugh. They looked around the corner before pulling him into a closet. Their bodies extremely close in the small broom closet, yet Y/n didn’t let go of his hand. 

“Hello, darling.” He whispered, a wide grin on his face. They interlocked their fingers, squeezing Wilbur’s hand. “You sounded amazing tonight.” 

Y/n rolled their eyes, a playful grin on their face. “I thought yours was better, especially since the crowd was so much louder for you.” They teased, resting their head on Wilbur’s chest. 

Wilbur let out a small laugh, wrapping an arm around their waist. “I lied.” He admitted. He felt them let out a giggle, looking up at him. “What I did!” He said, raising his voice a bit.

Y/n rolled their eyes again, “You’re such a pain.” They grumbled, before yawning. Wilbur frowned, holding onto them tighter. “I think we should tell them.” They said after a moment of silence. 

Wilbur looked down from the dusty broom, and at Y/n. They were staring up at him. “Are you sure?” He asked, his voice low, afraid to break the quiet moment between them.

Y/n nodded. “I want to sing my song for you while seeing you.” They said, “I love having what we have just us, but maybe just our bandmates?” They suggested. 

Y/n knew it wasn’t just entirely just the fact that they were over the hating each other bit, but because they had a whole list of songs on their phone about Wil. Some simple songs, but some full of their admiration of him, they knew people would start to question them. Or at least get a bit suspicious of all of the cheesy love songs they wrote. 

Wilbur nodded. “Okay, yeah we can do that.” He said, pulling them what felt to be impossibly closer. They let out a small laugh against his chest, giving Wilbur the genius idea to start staging an attack on their sides. They squirmed against him, unable to be released. 

The tickling attack continued, Y/n fighting against his hands. Eventually pulling their arm away, bumping into a broom, causing it to fall over. They squealed at the sound of a big loud crash. Wilbur started laughing, his hand on his stomach and his head thrown back. They glared at him, quickly putting a finger over their mouth to shush him. 

The door flung open, and there stood a very shocked Tommy. Y/n looked at Wilbur, then at the teen. An awkward silence fell between them.

“He,y you wanted to tell them.” Wilbur said, giving them a shit-eating grin.

[manawari]

Fear the blood in me

Vampire!Jin-woo (ver. 2) (ver. 1)

Once, there was a young man. Lonely, weeping, and his clothes were stained in ichor. The night was cold and the leaves were rustling, he shivered as he walked into the deep forest, lifting one foot after another while clutching on his cloak that was the last thing he had grabbed before running away. His legs trembled. The agonizing wound in his waist burned him to no end, soaking through his hanbok.

The poor young man soon collapsed to the ground and coughed weakly. His hand never left the stab wound that continued to be overflowed with blood. The crisp wind began to make his lips go dry. Being the last survivor of his family never lasted long. . . The sword had sunk deep when those armed men barged into his home and wrecked everything apart, thus taking the lives of his family members whereas he was forced to get away and report to the royal palace.

Unfortunately. . . He failed.

The moon had never been so big and bright. All the man could see were the faces of his family and the face of death greeting his soul to be escorted to the afterlife. Deep inside, he never wished to die. . . No, if he lived, he would live in grief and utter regret.

It was better to fade out of the surface of the world.

However, if the whole Sung lineage was gone, those killers would be still roaming and wandering in the kingdom. They would act as though they hadn't slaughtered a whole innocent family. He never wished for such a thing to happen, let alone be in the hands of death nearing his body to claim his soul.

"Child. . . "

It was a voice.

It was deep, and echoing, and was whirling in the silent wind. The dying man forced his eyes to crack open. Could it be. . . Yeomra, the God of Death?

"H— help. . . " said the young man.

A shadow loomed over his body. He was faced with an entity who stood with a cloaked hood over the body and the face was succumbed by darkness. The God of Death looked not as what he imagined in the paintings.

"Pitiful young man. I can tell you are still grasping on the edge of your string of life." The entity said. "Fear not, for I can give you the strength you will need, and not for the rest of your life, but for eternity."

The man coughed and his eyelids grew heavy. Still, he kept his gaze at the mysterious being before him.

"I am no God of Death. I am an eldritch. You shall have nothing to fear now, my child. Allow me to save you."

He did what he was told. Every breath in his lungs started to drain him.

"Tell me your name, child."

"S— Sung. . . " His throat tightened. Yet, he managed to finish his words. "Jin-woo."

And those were the last words that left his tongue.

A cold droplet of liquid touched his lips and managed to trickle down within his mouth. Darkness flushed him as he waited for the inevitable to occur. Sung Jin-woo neither felt he was dead or alive, but all he felt that while his eyes were still shut, his bones were cracking on their own and his heart suddenly pounded against his chest. His fingers curled against the ground as his back arched.

What is this?

What is happening to me?

. . . Who am I?

Pain. . . It prickled him like a hundred knives.

His body jerked and twitched. Then, a handful of blood sprung out of his mouth and landed on the spot next to him. He groaned once his body stopped moving. He pushed himself up on his arms and noticed the clothing he wore, noticing a ripped hole in the center of what appeared to be dried blood. His blood. He blinked.

Trees surrounded him and so did the darkness. The moon above him was bright and the only light for his vision. However, even through the darkness, he could make out the birds perched on the branches and the wild rabbits that rustled behind the bushes. A growl reverberated within him, so he looked down and placed his hand on his stomach, sensing its greedy desire.

"Sung Jin-woo."

"Huh?" He turned around. A floating entity stared at him, carried by shadows beneath the ripped cloak that shrouded the bare identity of its face.

"You are Sung Jin-woo. Live your life and satisfy your hunger, my child."

Hunger? Sung Jin-woo? Then, his eyes widened at the realization. That's my name!

The entity dwindled into the air by the touch of the subtle wind before he could face it again.

Live your life and satisfy your hunger.

He glanced at his stomach again. The rumbling sensation vibrated against his palm. He felt his throat dry and vague images came into his mind, as if these were what his hunger been desiring. However. . . They looked like faces of humans.

Humans. His stomach growled again.

Jin-woo soon found himself wandering in a village. Moments after being awaken, he had never felt so weak. Given in his current clothing, he looked as if he was a mere beggar that came out of nowhere. People stared oddly at him and women had tucked their children close.

The scent was. . . Addicting.

He could sense a different smell in each person. Was this normal? The reek of blood that was flowing beneath their skin, it was making his tongue twitch, and his teeth ache. Nonetheless, Jin-woo clutched his cloak that also covered his head.

He reached a vendor that sold fishes. Jin-woo made his way to the front after a customer had walked away. He hung his head low as his stomach rumbled louder, causing his breath to quiver.

"Ah. What can I do for y—"

"F— food." He gritted his teeth. An aching sensation erupted in his gums.

The vendor owner blinked. "Pardon?"

"Food."

"I am sorry. I cannot simply give you food. Do you have money?"

The man's blood smelled raw due to the proximity between them. Jin-woo clutched deeper on his cloak and his other hand had begun to scratch the wooden table.

"Just— give. . . Me—" He grumbled.

"Son, if you cannot be precise, then I shall have to— ACK!"

Jin-woo grabbed a fistful of his hair and hauled him forward to see the clean neck to feast his eyes. The man quivered against his grip. Then, he felt his eyes glow in a unique hue, which only made his hunger more powerful than ever. So he parted his mouth and sank his teeth— no, jaws, into the skin and immediately drank the blood that oozed through the holes.

The screams were nothing to him. He used his hand that held his cloak to grasp on the vendor's shoulder to keep him from squirming. Blood dripped rapidly on the raw fishes and coated them in crimson.

"AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"

Jin-woo retracted his teeth away from the human and let him collapse on top of the fishes. He faced the villagers with blood streaming on his chin. Everyone stared in aghast and terror. There were children crying, the men and women panicking, and the rest were shaking in fear.

Suddenly, the scent of blood among them pulsated against their veins.

A large pang struck his head. Jin-woo yelled in pain. . . Or was it a roar? It felt as if his brain was about to explode and his hand clawed to where his heart beat. His knees found the ground as blood spurt out of his mouth. His back cried in an excruciating pain. Something within his spine and ribs started to penetrate through the back. . .

And something had verily tore out of his skin.

*fwap!*

The crowd clamored.

Above the crouched outsider, a pair of black wings hovered above his body, joining his silhouette on the ground. Jin-woo raised his head and eyed the gathering in front of him through his blazing eyes. Then, his wings carried his weight across the village, dashing through the people, who ran for their lives.

Jin-woo soared through the air and flew on top of the trees. The wings resembled a bat's, yet wider and thicker as it controlled the wind in his own speed. The first human whose blood he had drunk lingered in a quite of a bitter taste in his teeth — the vendor was probably ill in secret or liquor drinker.

. . . But that wasn't enough for his hunger to be satiated.

He needed more.

More blood. Something that was strong. Not from a thin physique. He was looking for something. . . Brusque. Yes, he would probably be full if he had sucked on a different person.

So, he flew across the forest. The land was vast as the night sky. And he was a tiny speck of darkness venturing in heights not an ordinary being could — well, he was no an ordinary. He was an entity who woke up in the middle of a night nary a trace of memory.

After a while, Jin-woo turned to a different direction and plunged into the forest. He smelled something during his hunt. Not one human, but more than two. They were gathered around a bonfire next to a small hut. Boastful laughter reverberated through the air as some clicked their glasses together before downing on them. The roasting meat was rich in the middle of the fire, which Jin-woo found himself staring intently at, but the smell of human blood was richer.

He stood behind the oak tree, relishing the sensation of his burning hunger. His wings shrunk back into his flesh. His fingers curled in anticipation and his tongue drew across his fangs behind his closed mouth.

Finally, the first man got up. He was twice than his size. Jin-woo didn't move from his spot as he kept a close eye on the nearing human, who was heading toward the tree he stood behind. The man pulled the hem of his hanbok up as if he was about to do some business, so after a few seconds, Jin-woo pounced from the shadows and attacked the man.

He headed straight to the neck.

The cry captured the attention of the rest of the group and turned to the brewing commotion. Jin-woo snapped the man's neck apart and turned to the remaining humans with vicious eyes.

An arrow pierced his shoulder, but Jin-woo just stared at it. He plucked it out of his skin and tossed it aside. He dashed forward and headed to the archer where he pushed his hand into the chest and pulled the archer's heart out of his ribs. The body collapsed in the puddle of blood.

The weight of the organ in his palm, and the thick blood soaking his hand, drove more power in his veins. All he saw was red.

Screams surfaced in the air. Jin-woo dug his fangs into each neck before snapping the life out of it. The blood tasted different than his first prey — or was it because of the stamina of these humans?

The more he sucked, the more willpower he gained.

As soon as the slaughter ended, the whole camp was drenched in cold red. Jin-woo raised his hand and drove his tongue across the back of his bloodied hand, savoring the raw taste of steel. His hunger was satiated now. However, he noticed something—

Weren't these humans supposed to be six? He thought. The bodies on his feet were only five. Then, where was—

His hearing perked up. Jin-woo looked ahead of the forest. The indistinct susurration within the bushes and the elevated breaths ushered his his senses.

His wings grew back and he rushed to the direction of the sounds.

Tracking the last human down was not difficult. He caught the escaping figure shortly after he had taken off. Jin-woo soared below and grabbed the human from the back of his clothing, lifting him above the ground. His prey squirmed.

"Release me!" He cried.

So, Jin-woo threw him across the wind until the human's back collided with the cave's stone frame. He descended and kept his wings on, walking toward his prey, who could no longer move an inch due to the impact that had inevitably crushed his bones.

"Think you can escape from me?" Jin-woo began.

The human was in a brink of death to speak.

Jin-woo crouched down and used his finger to tip the head aside. "You really chose the hard way to die, huh? If you stayed, you would've been in the afterlife in a blink of an eye."

He parted his mouth again and lunged his fangs at the neck area, sucking all the remaining blood that was left in the body.

Since that moment, a new monster arose. A creature who would spread terror among all villages. The devil of the night. The blood-sucker. He who preyed humans for food or out of sheer delight. . . He was the Vampire.

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" . . . And that ends the folklore of a vampire." said a college student in Russian as he gathered in a section of the library with his classmates.

"Creepy. So nobody knew its exact origin?"

"There are various of origins. A famous mythical creature from the Eastern Europe whose legend spread throughout all fictions because of its horrific skills and anything that involves blood — that is a vampire for you. Have you heard of Count Dracula?"

"Obviously! Who wouldn't? I've read stories of that character, even dating back to the original."

"I never knew you are a fan of that blood-sucking monster."

"Not at all. It's just interesting how out of all things, blood is the only thing that attracts a vampire."

The boy opened his mouth to reply when a new voice chimed in—

"Because blood is the source of life."

The small group of Russian students blinked toward the speaker, who stood in front of the shelf with a book on his hand. He was tall and wore black clothing that made his tanned skin stand out, yet didn't seem to be a native in the country, he looked rather Asian.

"You speak Russian?" A girl spoke.

The Asian looked away from his book and faced the group. A smile narrowed across his lips. "Konechno."

The four students exchanged mused looks at one another. Meanwhile, the man closed his book and placed it back into the shelf and began to walk away.

"Ty tozhe znayesh' o vampirakh?"

The stranger stopped. He turned over his shoulder to face the curious eyes of the youngsters. They were asking him if he knew about vampires too. As far as he heard from their conversation, they were making a report to submit as their project in school.

"Ne sovsem," he replied.

He walked away after that. If he let the students indulge in his answers, his cover might be blown, especially when he knew things that never existed in fiction.

Sung Jin-woo was someone who had lived through generations. He witnessed the first war of the world, the first innovation of technology, and how humans evolve as did their surroundings. All while he remained the same and untouched of age and death. He had his hands full throughout his lifetime of being alive, making the best of being 'normal' while still having no recollection of the past he had before awakening.

Manipulation through the eyes was the key. If an old person recognized him decades ago, Jin-woo would stare deeply into their eyes as he spoke that he hadn't known them. It always worked easily.

Did he care if people die before him?

No. He was too heartless to care.

To him, humans were just food for him every time his hunger ignited. Every victim, every droplet of ichor, flowed within his body. He was still powerful as he was now thanks to them.

Mysterious murder cases had been reported throughout countries he had been to. The authorities found dead bodies, pale and sometimes had their bodies ripped apart as though some wild animal had devoured them, from dumpsters and below the riverbanks.

Forensic pathologists had come up various reasons behind those deaths, there were even categories to determine which possibility had fallen on the bodies themselves. Jin-woo could not help but find entertainment when watching the news. It was as if the world was a board game, he was a piece that could never be found nor touched.

His immortality meant outliving every living being and overpowering them.

Jin-woo spent his days roaming the human life and by night. . . He would either settle for a glass of red wine or hunt. In other words, he was a serial killer. But truly, he was just a monster living amongst humans while also being in the body of a human.

[littledanette]

there’s literally no wil/reader fics on here????

like????

hello???

HELLO????

…. well, it seems like once again the responsibility to corrupt my fellow fanfic readers falls to me. fortunately, I am up for the task.

follow me, pretty boy. we’ve got some readers to woo.

If anyone has any requests……….. send away👀

[threeais]

remaking my intro post here. cause uhm, i dunno!!!!!!

I WILL UPDATE THIS SOON MAYBE!!!!. [i also dont know how to make this look fancy im sorry]

im kiv, i also go by longbai, paige, atlas and juno

i will only reveal my age if i trust you enough.

i make/write/draw aus, im obssesed with them and will ramble abt them if given the chance.

my art/writing reqs are: open! [writing iz NOT open]

current hyperfixations???: SDRA2/DRA, wordgirl, touhou, kkhta, generation loss, lobcorp, milgram, object show and anything slightly unsettling or just shit i find cool ^_^

i draw whatever i want, [its mostly aus lmaooo]. you guys can ask abt them, i dont mind!!!. i also have many fankids and ocs, [also sdra2 ocs!]

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DNI IF: you are a gr00m3r, s3xual1z3 minors/make s3xual jokes about minors, support sssniperwolf, or are just weird in general

you can read below if you want but herez the au mazterpozt:

current au list below [although its just the aus i can remember rn]

if a au is marked in red, this means its a au i prefer talking about MORE than the other aus inculded here, although just a important warning of somekind; ALL OF MY AUS ARENT HERE this is just a few. [sorry for caps ;-; ]

-Betrayed au

-Disaster au

-NTPYW [Not The Participant You Wanted] au

-If You Seek Nikei au

-Operation V.O.I.D au

-Ais Never Forget au

-Loop au

-Lab [Oratory] au

-Perfection au

-Dreamcatcher/Saviour au

-SDA:RH [Super DanganRonpa Another: Revived Hope] au

-YTWUL/Your Turn With Utsuros Luck au

-False Hope au

-Fatal Insanity au

-Expirement au

-D.O.F/Deal Of Fate au

-Bloom au

-TODE [Town Of Divine Eternity] au

-RTBD [Roleswap / Talentswap: Broken Despair] au

-GTFY au

-DeRealization au

-Turkish au [yeah this exists]

-Future Line au

- FreakShow au [placeholder name for now]

WOO THATS ALOT? thats not even. 1% of my aus. but yeah thanks for reading i guess ???!?? idk im not that good at explaining myself :[

[effervescent-fool]

did. did you um. uh did you know that um. wil, will woo

[kingedmundsroyalmurder]

Extra cw for racism and ableism. It is quite bad in this chapter.

“No, I don’t, Master. I might think it of some men, but never of you. I don’t for a minute think that you would do her or any woman any wilful wrong. But you may do her great harm for all that. I want you to stop and think about it. I guess you haven’t thought. Kilmeny can’t know anything about the world or about men, and she may get to thinking too much of you. That might break her heart, because you couldn’t ever marry a dumb girl like her. So I don’t think you ought to be meeting her so often in this fashion. It isn’t right, Master. Don’t go to the orchard again.”

You know, this speech of Mrs. Williamson started off so well. Because she's right! Even in a world where Eric is a better person and doesn't have any of his issues towards women, he is at risk of harming Kilmeny. If this passage had ended, 'I know you're going to go home and marry an heiress like your father wants you to' it would be fine! But no, we veer hard back into ableism, with the clearly stated belief that Kilmeny's muteness means that of course Eric can't marry her.

And look. This was written in 1910 and possibly set earlier, since it was cobbled together from an earlier short story. Eric meeting Kilmeny alone without her guardians knowing about it could absolutely ruin her if anyone found out. That is the material harm he is doing here. But Mrs. Williamson's concern is not, 'you could lead her on and destroy her' it's 'if you do lead her on there is no way you could marry her because she's disabled.'

And Mrs. Williamson is framing this as a favor to Kilmeny's mother. Once again, Kilmeny exists only as an extension of her mother. Her own desires aren't even discounted, they are not even considered to exist.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Williamson's warning has made Eric realize that he is in love with Kilmeny. Sure. Fine. If you say so. But, unlike Mrs. Williamson, Eric does not think that Kilmeny's muteness is a reason he shouldn't marry her. What he says instead is,“If I can win Kilmeny’s love I shall ask her to be my wife." Which is possibly the most agency anyone has granted this woman to date! It's not, 'I shall ask her immediately,' it's 'if she should love me back then I shall ask her.'

Look, the bar for people granting Kilmeny agency is so low it may as well be a buried sewer pipe.

So Eric agrees to teach school in Lindsay next year so that he can stay close to Kilmeny and woo her. He is weird and gross about it, as is his wont: "It will be my sweet task to teach her what love means, and no man has ever had a lovelier, purer, pupil.”

You know, when most people say they're going to 'teach someone what love means' they generally mean it as a euphemism for sex. Please do not have sex with Kilmeny, Eric. I don't think she knows anything about contraception and how to protect herself.

Anyway, Eric goes back to Mrs. Williamson and says that he intends to marry Kilmeny if she'll have him. She thinks he is committing himself to a great folly. I don't genuinely understand why Kilmeny being mute is such a big deal to everyone. As far as disabilities go, hers is fairly mild. She has no trouble communicating with anyone. Is speech making really so required for a society wife?

He does agree to go speak to Kilmeny's guardians about it, and thank heavens for that. He even admits that he should have done it earlier, and was just so caught up in things he didn't think of it.

Mrs. Williamson then says something interesting, which is that in her opinion Kilmeny has also not told her aunt and uncle about their meetings, because if she had they would have forbidden them. According to Kilmeny her isolation was mostly her mother's doing, but very clearly Thomas and Janet agreed with it and maintained strict control over her after Margaret's death.

I do not think I like Thomas and Janet Gordon very much.

Mrs. Williamson is also racist about Neil, because of course she is. Neil is ~Foreign~, a word which in this context means Not One Of Us rather than its more conventional meaning of Born Elsewhere. Again, remember, Neil Gordon was born in Lindsay and raised by the Gordon family. He's no more Italian than the Williamsons. But his parents were Italian (and Lord knows if they were actually from Italy or if they too were born in Canada) and so he is forever tainted.

And we finish with Mrs. Williamson thinking to herself that Kilmeny must be very beautiful indeed to have so captivated Eric. Never mind if she's nice or funny or clever or anything else. Clearly she is beautiful, because that's the only thing that matters in the end.

Gods the philosophical and thematic underpinnings of this book are gross.

[seafoamshantyy]

*Foams at the mouth with a head full of acid*

HRRGGHHHGGHHBNNHHHJ

[walrussyy]

tiny willy woody sleeping