#yeee everyone have a good night

[sunnychuuya]

Cutely sobs knowing om nearing the end of sally face

I finished it.

Hey so guess who's looking up a toturoail

Whys the screen so fuckn dark

Me when I forget my lefts and rights do I start going never eat soggy waffles

I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I DID THAT LAST NIGHT

"we are the shadows of a sleepless dream" fucking banger line??

I cannor handle seeing Diane rn I'm gonna sob

H9LY SHIT SUCH COOL ARTSTYLE

Guys I don't actually think I like the cult I kinda died cuz of them !!

having thr t

Guys this is not girlpop

ash wt Oh yirl WHAT THE FHELL DONT DOT AHT

GUYS I JUST TOLD MT FRIEND THIS DOESNT HAVE GRAPHIC SEWERSLIDE FUCK

GUYS WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED

ARE WE JUST GONNA FUCKING

BRUSH PAST THAT?!

WHAT THE FUCK

THE FUCK FUCK THE FUCK SHIT?!

-"how many loved ones will you kill to save the world. What will be Left worth saving" crying sobbing screaming throwing up

Also am I hallucinating or was that not grammatically correct

No it was

It just doesn't sound like it

"They deserve happiness after all the shit they've been through" me when the entirety of this fucking game

"Do you.. do you think anyone could ever love me like they love each other?" I'm gonna bawl my fucking eyes out sal you're amazign

STOP.

THIS IS NOT FAIR.

NOT THE MEMEORY COMING FROM THE FUCKING BOTTLW

THTA WAS LIKE THE WORST LARRY COULDVE DONE IT TOO

God

Fucking damnit

Larry was sposed to move in with them.. they were sposed to be happy.. nghehhe

NOT THE FUCKING CORPSES

SHIT

QHY

Hmm. Another textbook case of: I hate the characyer until they fucking die tragically

Sal no we're not defending her she still kinda ducked

WHAT THE FUCK

HAH?!

Woah ghsotie arm

Cofnused as shit ngl and this music is terrfyding

oh no! Why is everyone gone!

Giving "why is boss music playing" vibes

UHH GUYS FUCKKKK

SHIT THIS FAME COLLECTING ART STYLES LIKE POKEMON

stop. I love this. So cool.

Yea I don't quite like that. Kinda uhh sus thats like the things that humans grow in in movies

cutely Google safe combination

FUCKKK BRO THE REASON KENNY SHOT SAL IS BC OF THE PROPHECY THING... DAMN GOOD THING HE SUCKS AT SHOOTIJG PPL TOO (the like 300 ppl who died:)

Wait what Jim's latter

JumPSACRW

Guys! Thats so not girlypop!

What rhe fuck!

"You killed them" NO SHIT?!

Me after game over immesirlat

Oh wow thats so cute murder great

CHAT MY CONTEOLLERA DYOPEED AORKING HELPPPPP

OH KENNWTH WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT HOE WHYXDID YOU GOOPIE

MA BOY LARRY WHY U LOOK LIKE THAT 😭 💀

guys oop I apparently missed the thing where u see sal get shot lmao

Its fine I already knew what happened

I just looked it up and what the florp bro

chat I hate this like they all die and they can't even live happily ever after in the afterlife its just not fair.

YAYAYYAYA GHODT GUITAR

Hol up- lemme clean my glasses for this.

"eat mt ass, you red eyed birch!" ILY larry

TRAVIS LWTS FUCKING GO

YES

UES

YES

FUCK

LETS FUCKING GooooOOOOOOOO

WAIT SHIT DID JE JSUT DIE 💀

...

Fuck.

ITS NOR WORKFING

Yeah okay I knew it wouldn't be thst easy but. One can hope.

AHHHHH PIXEL SAL

Yeee guitar blasts

Pew

Pew

FUCK YOU CANT GO FROM SILLY PIXEL SAL TO

EVERYONE WE LOVE IS DEAD BRUTALLY

I diedieidid

Chat have we considered I suck at video games

I just died 3 tomes in a row

fifth death (end me)

I DIDING IT

Oh fuk pixem sal

WHY IS MY ARM GOING NUMB

SAL UR SPOSED TO POSSES ASH NOT ME

NOT THE GREATEST TIME LOWKEY TRYNA PLAY THE GAME

Ooh chairs

Oh duck that scared me

God damnit Terrence

SHUT UP THIS GAME IS SO FUCKING COOL

When I started playing sally face, would I ever have thought I would be whisper screaming "VOMIT YOUR BALLS TERRENCE!" at 12 37 am, he'll fucking no. But it happened.

This is why I am unloved.

What da fuck

Polyrgorns

THE FUCKING MICKEY MOUSE

GLITCHY SAL

Uhh I don't like how the teeth skin is closing in

UNBELEIVILBLY HYPE

Sal really said with the power of music and friendship

wdym it don't feel like over

LARRY DOUBLED DIED WHAY THE FUCK

"Maybe we see him again someday. On the other side of oblivion. If there is such a place." then it just fades out. This game is absolutely amazing.

I love it but it also lowkey felt so incomplete

Like

Idk the ending felt a little fast.

like very satisfying but it felt rlly fast.

But also sf2 is a thing in progress I know

@mypinterestgotbannedsoimherenow

[punsmaster69]

24/JAN/20XX

managed to sleep badly again.

papyrus definitely noticed.

we were making pancakes and i almost burned myself without even realizing.

says he might make me go to bed earlier for now.

could help, could end up with extra time spent staring at the ceiling.

tried to read something but all the words looked like they melted together on the page.

when i was talkin' to alphys, she said undyne and her were having trouble too.

that whole thing with tori the other night, plus knowing how long frisk has been secretly staying up, combined with the other's sleep issues, i realize...

"nobody can sleep lately, huh?"

"IT SEEMS NOT."

"OH! BY THE WAY! I DID GET THE CUBE SOLVED!"

he showed it to me. sure enough, fully solved.

"so, was this what you did instead of sleeping?"

"......."

papyrus tapped his foot twice and rocked a little.

"...YYYES, BUT, I WOULD CONSIDER IT A FAR MORE WORTHY INVESTMENT OF MY TIME!"

"you can't just."

"not sleep."

"to solve a puzzle."

"I DON'T SLEEP. YOU KNOW THIS."

"....."

"I'LL MAKE UP FOR IT SOME OTHER NIGHT."

"that is not-"

"WAIT!"

"I HAVE AN IDEA!"

"yeah?"

"WE COULD HAVE A BIG SLEEP-SLEEPOVER!!"

"you mean like-"

"A SLEEPOVER WHERE EVERYONE ACTUALLY SLEEPS!"

"hopefully."

"HOPEFULLY."

so we invited everyone over and got a blanket fort going.

——

papyrus covered the floor in every comforter, pillow, and cushion he could find.

i let myself fall backwards onto the now bed-like floor. frisk copied me, falling backwards and almost hitting me. probably intentionally.

"hey. i'm no pillow."

they positioned themselves horizontally so that their head was resting on me as if i really were one.

".....well."

they looked at me and giggled, getting comfortable.

"..guess i am now. can't argue with that."

"YO! PAPYRUS!"

rotating around on his knees with flowey on his lap.

"YEEES?"

"Can you toss me that long one?"

undyne pointed to the pillow near his feet.

handing flowey to toriel for a moment, papyrus grabbed the pillow and hurled it at undyne.

she caught it and added it to the section she was building with napstablook.

a pile of cushions draped with a blanket sat directly in front of the tv. i hear mettaton and alphys quietly discussing what to put on.

"Ooh, this is such a good one."

"But will it make for good background noise?"

"Here, let me suggest a nighttime 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤."

the tv changed to display a movie thumbnail of mettaton in branded pajamas and a stuffed toy of some kind in his arms.

"......."

"Oh, you're so 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, dear."

swapping to one where he's holding a book while laying sideways over an armchair by a fireplace.

"The storytime one 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 be perfect for this."

alphys glanced at the runtime.

hint: far too long.

"..Yeah, i-it'll definitely put everyone to sleep."

"With my soothing voice? Of course it will."

"Uhuh."

——

the tv was put on low, though i think papyrus was the only one paying much attention to it.

mettaton moved over to sleep next to napstablook in their pillow-enclosure-thing that undyne is proud to have contributed to.

it took a long time for everyone to settle, but the second the lights were off most of them were out.

alphys and undyne were in the couch, but undyne slowly slid to the floor over time, ending upsidedown. she seemed unphased. alphys got up and laid on the cushioned floor beside her to make up for the movement.

i looked down at the child mostly asleep sprawled across me like a dog in a dog bed and pulled a blanket over them.

speaking of dog; the little thing appeared at some point. even it needed sleep apparently, curling up by my feet with a surprising calmness.

tori's been semi-buried under some pillows (flowey's doing) and is peacefully asleep like that.

on the opposite end of the spectrum, papyrus is asleep within a gap in the floor cushion layer where it opens directly to the carpet of our living room. despite being odd, he seems to have found it comfortable enough.

flowey's propped up with some pillows between the two of them.

and i should probably be closing my sockets too.

[writingsofwesteros]

1 YEEES! Requests open! And after last nights episode, Haelena deserves a friend and a true sister figure! So about an Aemond imagine where Yn is the sister of Jace and Luke (a “bastard”) and even thought she’s got all the Strong features (curly hair and all) she’s got “the Targaryen dreams” like Healena, but not as intense as her. Aemond has been in love with her since always and that only grew as her and his sister began to spend pretty much all their time together.

AN:Hi , I hope you like it x

Part 2 Request - 2 she was the only one who tried to protect him when he lost his eyes ,but couldn’t stop them. So as they grow up their families try their best to keep them apart(with no success, because the only thing he wants more is to marry her and he can count on his sister to help them because Haelena wants her to become her  true sister!) Part 3 - and when Aemond gives the “Strong toast”, everyone turns to look at her, but Haelena quickly dismiss everyone’s concern because “princess yn shall marry Aemond soon, so she’s a true Targaryen!

It had been so long since you returned to the capitol and you silently kept it to yourself of how much you enjoyed returning. You watched your mother’s face fall at the lack of welcoming and you kept your own thoughts on that hidden as well. No good would come of it, you thought to yourself. 

“Mother, can I look around?” You whispered as you moved up behind her. Thankfully, she was too distracted and only nodded her head. Your younger brothers seemingly had other plans too and you could slip away. So much had changed since you were last here but you could still find familiarity around you.

A soft, familiar voice had your smile softening even more as you followed to see Haelena in the gardens. Did she ever leave them, you thought to yourself as you gracefully moved through the flowers. “Aunty.” You hummed out; your hands stroking the petals of roses that you walked past. As ever; Haelena knew she was there.

“Y/N..” She hummed and looked over her shoulder at you. Her locks cascading down her back as you moved to settle next to her. “I have missed you.” You whispered and easily wrapped your arms around him. Haelena only hummed and burrowed into you even more as you both enjoyed the comfort.

Your fingers moved through her locks for a moment before she began to babble about the plants in front of you both. “I like this one.” You whispered and moved your hand for the bright blue butterfly to land. “Yes, you are a butterfly.” Healena hummed to herself as you shyly smiled. The butterfly stayed only a moment longer. You rested your head on her shoulder whilst your fingers continued to play with her locks for a few sweet seconds. “Are you attending the feast tonight?” She asked as your eyes had begun to flutter sleepily. You were known to stay away from such family gatherings; you and Healena were the same in that aspect.

“I will. For you.” You hummed and pressed a soft kiss to her temple. Her smile brightened completely for you. “We should change, I suppose.” You giggled and slowly moved to stand. You gently tugged her with you. You linked arms with her once more as giggles escaped you both.

~

Of course, you couldn’t hide from him forever, you thought to yourself as you moved into the room. The black dress hugging your curves as your matching locks cascaded down your back. Little pearls dotted in your locks. The gold jewels adorning your neck as the bracelet wrapped around your wrist and arm.

A little gift you had been given by Aemond and you wondered why you still wore it. Your excuse had always been that it was so pretty. It was what kept your attention as you moved further in the room. Thankfully, the room was busy and you could slip in the back to find your seat. You didn’t notice the dark eye following you.

You sweetly smiled at the maid who passed a goblet of wine to you. You began to sip as the room continued to fill. “Y/N..” Your eyes flashed in front of you to see Aemond making his way to you; confidence dripping from him. Gods, he had only become more handsome. You hoped your face didn’t betray you. “Aemond..it’s been years.” You hated how breathless you sounded but his mere presence alone was enough to have you fumbling. “It has.” Aemond hummed. He didn’t hide how he looked you up and down. A soft smirk tugged on his lips as he caught sight of the bracelet wrapped around you.

You couldn’t stare for long; the memories of that night flashed through both of your minds as you stood. You had truly never forgiven your brothers for that; but that was another thing you would keep to yourself. “I’ve missed you.” He whispered, stepping closer. His height had you feeling all sorts of things.

You ducked your head once more. His words had you shivering but you tried to keep your composure. “Missed you too.” You quietly admitted; your eyes racing over the room like a little rabbit. You missed his smirk widening as he placed his arm out for you to take. It only took you a moment to take it.

The table was already set up with drinks and food covering it. You softly smiled at Haelena and sat beside her. Aemond was on your other side. Your sister in all but name took your attention and if it was anyone else; Aemond would have been annoyed. You softly smiled and reached for your goblet.

Aemond’s stare continued as you listened to King. He was someone you knew nothing about but the years had not been kind to him. “I’ll have to see the twins later.” You whispered to Haelena. “I would like that.” She smiled so brightly and you could only melt for the sweet girl in front of you.

You continued to converse with her. The tension rising in the room lost to you as Aemond continued to only look at you. You giggled and you noticed a soft look coming over Aegon’s face. You were distracted with the movement of a chair. Aemond’s larger, tall body moving to stand.

A soft smile came over your face as you watched him. Helena’s hand moved to yours and played with your fingers. Aemond raised his cup and your smile only widened. It nearly had the Prince falter. “I would like to raise a toast to my nephews.” Aemond began and you fought against frowning at being excluded.

“Handsome, wise..” Aemond began and your eyes moved to your brothers. “..Strong..” The Prince continued. His eye moved to you. Your eyes widened at his words but he still continued. “To these strong boys.” The sounds of chairs moving had you looking but Haelena only tightened her hold on you.

It was then that you realised the stares coming your way. You slowly looked up to them with a soft blush. “Princess Y/N will be a true Targaryen. In every way.” Haelena’s voice echoed around the room. Your face was the picture of confusion whilst Haelena continued to eat. Aegon gently took her free hand.

Her words were enough to keep the tension from rising even more but you still gently moved from her touch. Your own head began to become painful and you subtly brought your hand to rub it. “I think I’ll retire.” You quietly announced to the room who were distracted enough for you to leave.

You walked in a daze and used your hands against the walls to lead you. Your mind is flashing. Marriage, children and dragons dancing. Blood and fire coming through as soft whimpers escaped you. What it meant, you had no understanding. “Shh, I got you.” Aemond’s voice came from behind you.

The images blurred until all you saw was Aemond. He was your future. And he was your doom.

[duckvenger]

Y'know how @gabrielisdead said a little while back that it'd be neat to see a Disney villain song for Hyde? And then @rms-himmel suggested adapting Friends On The Other Side? Well thanks for the inspiration you two, annnddd...

Here yah go! I'm sorry that the audio is buggy in places; my mic isn't the best. But this was a lotta fun to make! :D

I plan to draw a short PMV for the song so I can upload it to my YouTube channel (Coffeevenger). If anyone else also wants to make art of Hyde and Jekyll inspired by Dr Facilier and his shadows, I'd love to see it!!

Lyrics under the cut.

[Hyde, sung:] Don't you disrespect me, good man! Don't interrogate, oh so sly! You're in my world now, not your world And I’ve got a friend on the other side ([Jekyll, sung:] He’s got a friend on the other side)

[Hyde, spoken:] That's an echo, Utterson Just a little something we have here in the streets of Soho Now follow me - yes, hurry!

[Hyde, sung:] In the night you’re able To be what you please If you relax, you’ll find that you don’t need, all those Pointless chivalries

I can read you, good sir You’re lookin’ to learn ‘bout me Well look deep into my heart and soul ([Hyde, spoken:] We do have a soul, don't we, Jekyll?) I wanna know what you see

Am I no-one? Am I someone? Why am I something Jekyll hides? Well he’s just our friend on the other side ([Jekyll, sung:] I’m his friend from the other side)

[Hyde, sung:] The child, the child, that poor young lass It’s true, yes sir, I ran over that girl And yet, I’m here, all scott free! And it’s thanks to ol’ Jekyll that my hands are clean

Now you, good man, with your lawyerly deeds You know well both sides of humanity ([Hyde, spoken:] It’s like everyone’s got two faces, ain’t it?) You help folks rise And then watch ‘em fall You’re frontrow to the sadness, yet you never intervene

[Hyde, spoken:] Y’know, I can tell yer scared of me

[Utterson, spoken:] Ah. That’s not true-!

[Hyde, spoken:] Aww c’mon now, I promise I don’t bite Utterson! I just wanna be free, Hop from place to place But freedom takes green!

[Hyde, sung:] It's the green, yes indeed, I’m the green you see When Jekyll put me in a vial he found it’s all that he needs

On Jekyll good man, I don't wanna waste much time He’s been so perfect all his life A true Victorian gentleman without flaws or ill intentions And he seems so happy Yet he’s miserable ‘bout his life But beneath that mask: the ‘him’ I see… Your dear doctor ain’t as good as you want him to be!

[Utterson, spoken:] This is slander!

[Hyde, spoken:] Aww, come on, sir! Don’t you seek the truth, Utterson? …Yeees!

[Hyde, sung:] Are you ready? ([Jekyll, sung:] Please don’t do this!) Are you ready?

Transformation central! ([Jekyll, sung:] Stop it now, you devil!) Reformation central! ([Jekyll, sung:] Do not drink that chemical!) Transmogrification central! Can you feel it?

We're changin', we're changin', we're changin', all right! I hope you're satisfied But if you ain't, don't blame me! You can blame my friend on the other side! ([Jekyll, sung:] Is this what you wanted?) ([Jekyll, sung:] 'Coz there’s no turning back…)

[bluiex]

Jades crack pairing got me thinking..

So let’s say in some alternate double life universe, everyone knew about Grian and BigB cheating on their partners, and both Ren and Scar are somewhat over it. At this point they’re just annoyed and consider themselves completely single.

Now… Ren is attractive, of course. There’s no doubting that. He’s a wolf man! He’s dominant, large, and often dirty with his language. It’s no surprise that when Ren is suddenly on the market, lots of people flock to him.

But Scar wasn’t expecting it!

(I hope you don’t mind Scar centric content- he’s my favourite)

For the longest time, he’s only had eyes for Grian. So much so that he was completely oblivious to the loving and lustful gazes other players would send his way, raking over his body and undressing him with their eyes (unless of course, he wasn’t wearing many clothes to begin with).

But now that he was over Grian and trying to focus on winning the game? He couldn’t help but become flustered at the, now obvious, advances the other competitors were making at him, smirks on their faces and half lidded eyes, looking at him through their eyelashes with hunger. He felt.. well- he didn’t know. He was flustered. Overwhelmed. But… he didn’t mind it.

He doesn’t remember who flirted with him first, but the more it happened, the more he wanted to give in. He was so tempted to agree to spend the night with Scott and Cleo. To follow Pearl to her tower and treat each other the way they needed. To agree to watching etho and Joel play a scene. Hell, he even considered taking up Rens offer of “helping him out” should he ever feel “particularly lonely”. (Now that… that is a very good idea. We need more double life renscar sex)

He was a man on a mission, black open shirt, red in his eyes. He just wanted to win so he could get back to hermitcraft. But it was a bit difficult to stay focused when the rest of the server was trying to ride him into oblivion.

How does Grian and BigB react to this? That’s up to you

YEEES GODS YEAH

I always love the headcanon of Grian being very possessive still over Scar. Even tho he's being a right dick head atm- he still considers Scar his

So I'd like to believe in this scenerio he'd be fuming.. He'd be glaring at anyone who stares at Scar too long. He's probably even cornered a few ppl to growl at them and threaten them to stop, onyl to have what he's done shoved in his face like he deserves to kno how much he's fucked up <3

[mochinon-yah]

NUUU ITS OKEY NWS!! i've been like off-and-online sporadically but anyway coughs

yeee!!! i hope that you're able to get some time to yourself so you can do the things you enjoy heheheh (speaking of which, what are some of your fave manwhas? i need some new ones to read ;-;) but good luck with that project!

(dw i got scratched by a cat too a couple times)

YE CATBEDO!!

fr tho, i feel like he'd be a lot clingier than he normally is? especially when i'm off doing my own thing like drawing or sewing. he'd probably mess around with my art supplies at some point just out of spite /aff. "oh, i see you. you're just being cheeky."

or "i just saw you knock over my paint, don't act all cute, mister."

methinks he's not very subtle smh. i just happened to be looking jskfjsbfhs

but anyway! i'd love to learn how to drive someday, but now since i'm too anxious and i get like very overwhelmed easily guh ;3; (night drives are scary, thats why i'm usually the passenger princess + im not expected to drive but my bf said he'd teach me someday. man drives like a grandma tho JFKSNFBS)

oho icic well im slowlyyyy falling down the hsr rabbit hole bc of sunday and jiaoqiu so im like on the brink of becoming obsessed hehe

THIS IS SO LATE VIVI, I'M SORRY 😭😭😭

I got too busy with life and i forgot that you actually sent an ask 😭😭 i even forgot fish's ask hdhdhdjdjd my bad everyone, i'm not one to engange in social interactions all the time so maybe that's why i forgot orz

Anyway, moving on to the ask-

After this really busy project of mine, i'm finally able to get some me time to myself! Actually, tomorrow, i'm going to go to a haunted house near the place i live with my friends jdnddnhdjdj we've been wanting to go there but yea life got busy and the plan got postponed

But finally!!!! I am going 🤩💪

I HAVE A LOT OF FAVE MANWHAS ACTUALLY!!! Omg i don't have a lot of people to talk abt this with, but i need your fave genre of manwhas so i can recommend something that you'd like!

Catbedo.... i can totally imagine that 😆

I bet he really just annoys you on purpose so he could get attention lol, i can see him be all "what? i'm not doing anything, what do you i'm bothering you?" He's becoming so cheeky after meeting you, it's wild 😭

LMAOOO YEAH YEAH he's not very subtle but your observation skill is literally on top, so you just sometimes see him be a mess of a man and you can't help but to laugh bdnsjsjjdns

OH imagine if that's what makes him so interested in you!! He did something dumb cute -> you saw and laughed silently -> he's curious as to who saw that (σ≧▽≦)σ i think that'd be such a cute fluff story!!

but anyway! i'd love to learn how to drive someday, but now since i'm too anxious and i get like very overwhelmed easily guh ;3; (night drives are scary, thats why i'm usually the passenger princess + im not expected to drive but my bf said he'd teach me someday. man drives like a grandma tho JFKSNFBS)

Honestly being anxious to drive is so normal, so don't worry about it vivi!! Idk about the place you live in, but if you wanna drive, you should learn it continuously without stopping so your brain doesn't forget! If i remember correctly, my brother learned how to drive in one week (like actually driving a car and all that) continuously, because if he did stop, he could forget some stuff :o so i kinds think it's a matter of do u want to do it or do you reeeeaalllyyy want to do it?

Well, all in all, good luck vivi!!! (Before moving on to the last topic, i gotta mention the way you said ur bf drives like a grandma and laugh at it for a while LMAO)

Oh yk i can see why you'd like sunday and jiaoqiu, they both have similar vibe with each other 😭😭 do u perhaps like to simp for sussy guys- i mean, yeah, me too bestie- *coughs* the hsr rabbit hole is not gonna swallow you itself, so take ur time lmao once you're in, it's gonna be hard to get out 😆

[aecho-again]

😭😨🌙🌋🙈 ☄️💓💚 for Helios, let's go! (that's a lot, haha, no pressure to do everything tho!)

Yeees, I love talking about my sad son, let's gooo!

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

Despite being an emotional wreck he doesn't cry easily, no. When his brother died, he experienced crippling grief and cried enough to last him a lifetime.

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

His first instinct is to go into "flight" mode because he is not a good fighter but he was originally built for protection purposes so his programming switches to "fight" the moment he sees someone else in danger.

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

His greatest wish is to bring back his brother and he is willing to anything to succeed. I have an AU for the Brave version of his story where he sacrifices his life after they defeat the main villain to revive his brother... which leaves his friends mourning for him, but at least his brother is alive. Holy ship I should really give this guy a name, he's been just "the brother" for over a year now.

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

Helios has no temper :-)

Nah, all his negative emotions pile up inside him while he stays silent and suppresses them as good as he can. Every single time someone complains about him, calls him names, criticizes him, etc. he only shows his guilt, apologizes profoundly and tries to right what's wrong - with mixed results. It keeps gnawing at him from the inside, but it never shows. Not once. It takes Nightjet months of spying and investigation to get a good read on what is going on inside Helios' processor when things don't go his way or someone angers him.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

He wants to keep his true self hidden - all those doubts and worries, defeats and failures - everything that makes him who he is, but he fails at it, just like he fails at almost everything. Wearing a mask is equally hard and others notice that he's faking it. To them, Helios appears uncanny. His toxic, forced positivity is what drives them away and also the reason why he's all alone in the first place. His brother didn't care about him, neither did anyone else... until Nightjet and Ironwing came along and were like, "Yeah, I wanna befriend this weird little guy" :-D

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

At first they assume he's just a drone. A servant that is also the shadow of his great, wonderful brother who can do no wrong and who everyone adores - Helios included. He accepts his role as the living battery of his brother who has a weak spark he needs to support with his own and while their boss is blackmailing him to work for them, he also comes to terms that he is nothing but a glorified tool they can use and discard as they wish. So, yeah, he acts like an unfeeling drone during the early stages of his life, but he is not one.

They also think he has been possessed by a vile spirit because of his ability to deny hardships and always stay positive when other people are around. That's not true.

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

It always feels like a miracle when someone offers to listen to his nonsensical ramblings. Unfortunately for him, no one was willing to do that until he joined Railjet's crew and they warmed up to him. He harbors four million years of internal monologues about topics no one wanted to talk to him about - this has also made him incapable of talking about his opinions or interests because he believes they are boring.

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food

Hugs! Helios looooves hugs! He never got hugged enough so he's always open for some good ole cuddles. Though he won't object a few kisses along the way too. And because he is an insomniac, he barely gets a good night's rest before he is woken by nightmares. But having someone hold him during recharge keeps them away. Whenever he is distressed, physical contact helps.

[justicerikai]

Charisma House - Superhuman Sharehouse Story “Charisma” - #28 Chaotic House

Please read alongside listening to the drama track on Youtube.

TL note:

Iori is referring to a way of “ikejime” at some point. Ikejime is, as Wikipedia describes it, “one of the more humane methods of killing fish which also maintains the quality of its meat“. The one he talks about is the ice technique one specifically, where a fish is frozen to death.

(Iori walks up and knocks on the door)

Iori: Rikai-kun?

Iori: …I’m coming in.

(Iori enters Rikai’s room)

Iori: Rikai-kun are you holding up? Are you still feeling unwell?

Rikai: Uuum uuum

Iori: I made some rice porridge…

Rikai: Uuum uuum

Iori: Still not snapping out of it?

Rikai: Uuum uuum

Iori: What kind of condition could this be, someone has to explain this

(The others walk in)

Fumiya: Is he okay?

Iori: Ah, it’s everyone

Amahiko: Rikai-san, keep it together.

Ohse: You are needed in this world. I’ll become the sacrifice instead.

Terra: Rikai-kun has died!? No way!

Amahiko: No, I don’t think he’s dying, Terra-san

Sarukawa: I totally don’t give a shit here

Fumiya: Has he been bedridden this entire time?

Iori: Yes. All we can do is let him rest now. C’mon, let’s get out of the room everyone

Iori: Rikai-kun, give a shout if there’s anything

Ohse: You have to come back to us.

Rikai: Uuum uuum. Order is uuuum, green. Uuum, order….

Terra: It’s concerning

Ohse: Yes

Amahiko: Nevertheless, what in the world had happened to him the other night?

Sarukawa: No damn clue. My memory’s kinda fuzzy on that part

Iori: I can’t remember it well

Amahiko: Still, we had seen something during that time

Everyone: We all saw it

Terra: If I remember it right, Rikai-kun kind of became really stylish

Fumiya: He was out of this world

Iori: He was amazing

Ohse: He was terrific

Amahiko: He was sexy

Sarukawa: What was it

Terra: Maybe it’s that, like because of that he became cool and he’s like this right now from the backlash

Amahiko: I see. In other words, that made him like this and then that.

Iori: Like this he became like that way

Ohse: So you mean from that he was that then that

Terra: Something like BAAANG right? And then something like WUAAAH right? Like that?

Sarukawa: So that’s what it was then. I see now

Iori: Well nothing to be gained from worrying about things that you don’t understand.

Fumiya: You’re making a grave mistake if you think that you understand everything by contemplating about society after all.

Everyone: Yep

Fumiya: Everyone in the same boat?

Everyone: We’re in the same boat.

Fumiya: Then we’ll be putting an end to this subject right here.

Everyone: All done.

Fumiya: Dismissed.

Everyone: Dismisseeeeed.

Sarukawa: Maaan~ I’m glad ‘bout it though!

Everyone: Eh?

Sarukawa: That noisy as hell moron ain’t here right? Whatta relief!

Iori: Hey- Saru-chan

Sarukawa: Ain’t all of you guys happy about it too, how you won’t be hearing that cringy whistle either, and now we can live however we’d like to

Sarukawa: We got freedom!

Amahiko: Sarukawa-kun. Tsk!

Ohse: How could you…

Sarukawa: Yeaah~ this feels great. I’m gonna pick a fight. See ya

Terra: What an ape.

Ohse: Atrocious

Iori: Then everyone, the capable Rikai-kun will be absent for a moment but keep it in moderation. We’ll pull off living properly on our own!

Everyone: Yeees~!

(Everything goes wrong)

Sarukawa: Haaah, I’m starving. I’ll get something whipped up quickly.

Sarukawa: Oi, Io! I’m sta-

(Sarukawa walks into pure chaos)

Sarukawa: EEEEH!!!!???

Sarukawa: The hell’s this!?

Sarukawa: This whole place is a dump! What happened!

Iori: Saru-chan…. Fuck me up…

Sarukawa: Io!? What’s wrong!

Iori: Put me in ice…

Iori: I yearn to be put in ice…

Iori: Drain me of my life….

Iori: As if I’m a freshwater fish!

Sarukawa: The hell are you going on about! Get your shit together!

Ohse: Slave-kuuuun~! I’ll do it for you~! Let’s die together! Ahahaha!

Sarukawa: Oi cut that shit out, stop it! He’s gonna die!

Amahiko: Good evening everyone. World ■■■■ Man, Tendou Amahiko here. Now then all living things great and small, let’s have ■■■■.

Terra: Hey look at me! So cool. So beautiful. I’m going to-! I’m on the verge of ■■■■ from myself!

Sarukawa: STOP!!

Fumiya: Kei. You got ■■■■? You’re interested right, in dr■■■■.

Sarukawa: OOOOOIIIII!!!

Sarukawa: WHAT THE FUCK! This shit became Chaotic House instead!

(Everyone going haywire)

Sarukawa: RIKAAAAIIIIII

Sarukawa: COME BACK ALREADYYYYYYYYYY

TL note:

Fumiya specifically mentions kimeseku, meaning sex and drugs. However due to the limitations of the censoring & it being quick, I had to keep it to drugs being abbreviated without the sex part.

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖      

Chapter 40 - Growing bond. Episode 3.

George: As we were all done eating, I sat quietly, smoking a pipe, observing the 3 clover snuggling up in front of the fire Congo had lit in the fire place. Evan from time to time still softly sobbing, and Andy did his best staying by his side, soothingly caressing his hair and holding his hand. Congo was wrapped up in giving the boy a soothing food massage, trying to calm him as much as possible.

Akin: Alright, if everyone is done, I would like to say a few more words. As it is getting late, I will try my best explaining things as short as possible, as I need to get back to my people. We still have a long night ahead of us, looking into our discoveries. He sipped a glass of water and stood up Can everyone hear me? As all of us nodded, he continued Now, you may wonder why Andy? Why does these things seem to keep happening around him? Unexplainable things. And how could he have been bonded with 3 people? One of them only being a half bond? We seem to have found something extraordinary about Andy, and although we can all agree Andy is indeed something extra ordinary, there's more to it than just his personality. Andy, I am sure you remember how A once tried to explain to you about Marius, right? What he classified him as?

Andy: He nodded softly and smiled in a way so he got stars in his eyes, as he almost always would when speaking of Marius. Yes…. A told me that Marius is the opposite of him, a demon. That Marius was more what we humans call an angel.

Akin: Yes, that is correct. And he also told you what that means for Marius.

Andy: He frowned lightly Yes… it means that Marius was designed pure, and as something that awakens all men's desire, man always craving to ruin pureness of this world. Marius was made to please men, and all of mans fantasies.

Akin: Nodded firmly that is correct. And you also remember George at a point told A, he was starting to think, you and Marius might have been more like each other than anyone actually realized. Right?

Andy: He nodded lightly with a hint of hesitation on his face Yeees?

Akin: Good. He turned towards us around the table again. Daniel… how do you feel about Andy, in general, I mean, when you look at him?

Daniel: He looked at Andy a bit pensive That I can't keep my fingers off him… that I gotta have a piece of him.

Akin: Chuckled warmly Right. Robert… have you noticed how handsome Andy is?

Robert: Yes… that is quite obvious.

Akin: Yes. Have you also noticed his long curvy arms? His slim waist, his gently hips, his round firm butt, and his almond shaped eyes?

Robert: Cleared his voice and actually seemed to blush a bit I guess…?

Akin: Right. Lenny… have you ever caught the sound of Andy having sex with someone? The sound of his moans?

Lenny: Chuckled warmly It's very hard not to catch that a few times, when you have lived around Andy.

Akin: And how did it make you feel? Were you embarrassed? Did you leave fast so you could no longer hear, or did you linger around to listen to his moans?

Lenny: He frowned softly Actually, my wife normally drags me away, I normally hang around as it amuses me a bit.

Akin: Is there any other feelings than amusement?

Lenny: I don't know what you mean? I mean, I like the sound of his voice?

Akin: Smiled satisfied It is nothing none of you have ever noticed before, and I hope any further interaction with Andy won't be awkward. But there is a perfectly good reason for all my questions and your answers. You see, Andy is what I would call the human version of Marius.

Congo: Looked up from Evan's feet, and something seemed to fall in place for him as he nodded and reached a hand towards Andy's cheek, stroking it softly

Akin: This does not have any affect on anyone or anything. This does not mean Andy is supernatural in any way. It just so happens to be he's the same as Marius, only the human version.

Lenny: Cleared his throat So you say my son, was designed to please men?

Akin: That is correct, but it is much deeper than that. There is a 'magic' a mystery around Andy, a deeper universal soulness about him. He is indeed something rare and magical, in the sense of not being magical as you humans understand the word. It's hard to explain really without leaving a hint of Andy being more than human. It more direct translated means, Andy is a pure vessel of love and goodness, with a potential to tab into great powers. People instantly feel chemistry with him, or strong sexual desires. Also people are able to form much stronger spiritual bonds with Andy that any other people. Able to feel him, even when he's not around. Able to feel his soul so to speak. This is why Evan crashed tonight. He was no longer able to feel Andy's soul as the mate bond still is a bit shaky due to Andy's not being fully formed yet. Evan's bond is so to speak crying out for Andy's, longing to make the final connection.

Lenny: Cleared his throat again So… do we need to so something special around Andy?

Akin: Not more than usual Lenny. He's still the same special son you have always had. Nothing has changed, I just told you this to make you understand why these things happens around Andy, and why so many people seem to notice that there's something about Andy. And also to understand why so many men seem to… let's keep it at notice him, shall we?

Andy: Chuckled hoarse

Akin: Shook his head lightly and chuckled too Yes, I'm in no way surprised you find this amusing. Now if we can all try keeping focus a few more minutes, as I have a last thing to add.

Robert: How about the mate bond between Andy and Congo? Will this new bond with Evan affect it? And why didn't Evan react to it earlier?

Akin: This was exactly my last things to add Robert, thank you. And to answer, I think the most qualified guess would be to say, that Evan wasn't fully bonded with a mate, so as there were no bond on Andy's side, Evan could not detect a mate. Evan was short a mate.

Evan: So I'm a freak. I'm short a mate, and short on live sperm counts.

Andy: Sighed softly You're not a freak. Don't say stuff like that.

Akin: He smiled warmly towards the three clover No, you are indeed not a freak. Sometimes nature makes mistakes. He paused a few seconds And about the mate bond… we don't know yet, but I already have a team working on it. But I ask you all to be patient. Most things there is to find on mate bonds, are not something you look up online. So we can't Google ourselves to an answer here. It will take patience and a lot of reading in old dusty books. It may take days or weeks for us to come to a qualified conclusion. But, technically, nothing should happen. As Congo and Andy already have their bond sealed by marriage, nothing should be able to break them.

Evan: But I can never marry Andy he looked like he was going to cry again, but instead his face turned somewhat numb and he seemed to lose all hope in the world in the blink of an eye, turning pale.

Akin: Evan, please try to relax. It is a fact known to us already, that Andy and A got married after Congo and Andy's marriage. And absolutely nothing happened. Right? So technically nothing should happen if you and Andy were to get married. We can even perform the ceremony. Whenever you would feel like. However, we ask of you to be patient. It may be a bit different with you two, as the matebond is partially formed by Andy. So we have to make 100% sure before we do anything. But we will work our very best on getting a final conclusion on this, as fast as possible. If you both allow us, we would like to take a few more blood samples from you, as we will have to run a lot of different tests over the next short while. But we assure you, no matter what, Andy and you will be together. We assure you, you will not lose each other. In any way.

Gaby: She kneeled down next to Andy and Evan, smiling warmly at Andy I'm sorry sweety… I have to she shook the syringe in front of Andy, and he quickly rolled up his sleeve

Andy: No problem Gaby, I will gladly do this. I am just so overly happy, I can hardly contain it at this point! I can't believe my fairy tale just got so much more magical.

Akin: Right, I'm glad you're so happy right now. But should the happiness at any point turn to worry about your bond with Congo… for any of you he nodded gently at Congo Please try to keep calm, and patient. I assure you we will work night and day till we have an answer.

Andy: He nodded and smiled warmly I trust you.

Gaby: She gently rolled up Evan's sleeve May I?

Evan: His eyes were hollow and he looked exhausted as he nodded a single time

Gaby: She caressed him softly, then inserted the syringe I know you're scared honey, but no one is gonna take Andy away from you, especially now. And no one is gonna take Congo away either, don't you worry a single bit. Try to find relaxation, you need it on top of today. May I suggest…

Congo: Planted a light hand on her arm That's enough Gaby. If he will need anything like that, he will speak the words himself*

George: I chuckled warmly as I observed my wife being told off. She chuckled softly as well and removed the syringe gently from Evan's arm, handing both over to Akin as she reached us at the table

Akin: Thank you my dear. Now, if anyone has any questions?

No one seemed to have anything to add or ask about, but we all suddenly looked very tired

Akin: Alright suits me fine, as I would rather get back to the clan for news as fast as possible. I will keep you posted if anything new comes up. He nodded specifically at Congo and I And you know how to contact me, or Gaby if anything should come up. That goes for the rest of you as well. He shook hands with me quickly, and I lead both him and Gaby to the door, agreeing with Gaby that we could meet up at home tomorrow.

George: I then packed up Lenny, Robert and Daniel, agreeing with them it was better if they would head for Daniel's place, leaving me to watch over the boys for the night. Congo of course insisted on helping making the next door bedroom ready for me, but I quickly convinced him to head to bed with the boys as Evan looked like he had had more than enough and was on the verge of yet another breakdown. I gave Andy a big hug and congratulated him, before I gently stroke Evan's cheek and congratulated him as well, alongside wishing them all three goodnight. Then I watched Congo, gently lifting Evan in his arms, Evan hiding his face against Congo's chest, and the three of them slowly making their way downstairs. Life is without a doubt a mysterious thing. And some days are truly magical.

[thespiritoflife]

Hello hello hello my bestie!!! 💌

First off, I want to tell you how much I adore and love you, everyone here loves and cares for you so freaking much! Please take care of yourself honey, drink water if you haven't and hope you have an AWESOME day/night! 🫶🏻

How have you been doing? What's up? Anything that might have happened? Are your holidays going on rn or is it still school?

As for me, it's my holidays atm, and I am enjoying these holidays soo much! Today I am going to meet up with my friends at a mall and so excited for it! We will probably go to the arcade, wndow shipping, eat and just roam around lol, what about you? Do you have any plans with your friends?

Also I have watched to this series called outer banks, absolutely love it! Totally recommend it! If you have time watch it! In loveee with this character in it called jj, like he is sooo freaking perfect!! 😍

I really really hope you are doing good bb, ilysmm you have no idea!! And always remember if you literally ever have to talk, rant, anything, you can talk to me! Just text me here or on insta and I will be there for you always and forever 🎀💌

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hello, nixie! <33 i am happy you visited my askbox! i hope you're doing awesome🫶💛

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i am having awesome day THANKS TO YOU! <3

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[luxmaeastra]

Valentine had heard of him, everyone knew of him. His title was whispered in the streets of his city. 

He didn't think he'd meet him in a small fishing town though. Valentine looked to the docks keeping him in his periphery. 

"Do you know we have witches in our kingdom? That they make altars to you? My Margaretha did when she lived among them."

It still angered him that because of how her parents died she was shunned. That she was not witch enough, not good enough to be taken in by them. 

Valentine looked to him, freshly 21 and finally in charge of his kingdom. The runes along his body were faint but silver and shinmered in the dying sun. 

"I ask this for my Margaretha. Would you be open to working with my kingdom Darkling? We could benefit each other."

If he said yes he could take him to the captial. His love could meet her idol, could see the person she clung to on those dark nights in the streets. After all everyone was the same in the darkness wasn't it? Everyone died and were undone in that dark. 

If he disagreed...well perhaps he could ask for a momento. He'd earned his runes long ago, he didn't need to kill him today. His Margaretha's happiness at him libibh was worth far more. 

//YEEE//

He came to the small fishing town for a reason, searching for something that would aid him and his cause. He honestly had not expected to come across the young male, whose energies reminded him more of a young puppy so eager to please.

"I have heard rumblings of witches being here, though I did not look much into it." He responded. Had his name really grown that well known? That he had become someone that others worshipped?

It was a world he didn't know, but the idea was both amusing and unsettling. It gave him a sense of pride he didn't realize was possible. Did he really want to be worshipped? It was a question he didn't really know the answer of.

"What benefits could you offer if I consider working with your kingdom? If you offer such a deal, I assume you are someone of high rank."

[writtenbyvenus]

What We Do In The Shadows

( Warning, this is in RP format, but has been edited and proof read for grammar/flow. A change between writers with both characters is symbolized by italics. )

Chapter 2: Entering The Wolf’s Den

Werewolves and vampires: two species that are mortal enemies. But in a small town in Upstate New York, they seemed to find a way to co-exist by staying out of each other's way and minding one's business. However, the dynamics of the local pack of werewolves and coven of vampires would change when a certain pair got too close for comfort. Alfred is an over seventy-year old werewolf posing as local law enforcement, while Ivan is a centuries old vampire working at a blood bank. Both try to get through the struggles of being immortal creatures, who find themselves in a cultural and family struggle when they fall for each other. Between an anti-vampire pack leader, suspicious in-laws, and a death that could nearly tear two families apart, the pair questions if a relationship is a reality, or if they have too much baggage they carry. 

Alfred could tell he offended his baby bat. From his body language to ‘Don’t wait up’, his vampire was not pleased with being forced alone and having to wait. It seemed that the vampire had a lot of pride, they were prideful creatures after all. Being told by the wolf ‘Hang by yourself then’ must have hurt his ego, as he reached out to hang out with Ivan in the first place. Smelling the man’s disdain, once he got back into his room, he hoped that Ivan would knock on his door again. But when he didn’t he did pout. Perhaps he was too harsh on his crush. Rethinking his actions, he did wish Ivan would have knocked on his door. He would welcome the man in and enjoyed some light cuddling while he watched dragons breath fire on people. However, it seemed to be that the man was too offended by the idea. Watching the show, he got bored as he wished Ivan was next to him. Thinking for a moment, he came up with an idea to tempt Ivan into his apartment. Standing up, he didn’t bother to pause the show as he went into his room. Grabbing his pencil and sketch pad, he decided to let Ivan see his secret hobby: drawing. His love of anime and cartoons inspired him to take up drawing as a hobby. But he was very embarrassed about it, and would rarely show people his artwork. Even if it was great and matched up well with popular artists on social media, his own anxiety made it a hidden talent. He’d let very few people see his drawings, for him it was about the fun of it. He didn’t need validation for it, it was his hobby. He’d color, sketch, and draw, just for himself. Sitting back on the sofa, he decided to use a more cutesy-anime style. Drawing him and Ivan, he gave Ivan little bunny ears, and wolf ears on himself. Nicknames like ‘bunny’ and ‘ kitten’ were ones he saved for people he found cute.

It was ironic since it was the prey of wolves. He did want to eat up a cute bunny or kitten, but more in a playful manner. Ivan’s foreign accent made him think of a hot blonde he’d see at a ski resort. With the cutesy image of him and the bunny, he made sure to draw him smirking and showing off his canine teeth. Ivan didn’t look scared in the art, only giving the cocky smirk he usually gave Ivan. It was only their heads and torsos, and on the top, he wrote ‘After your sister’s leave, wanna get something to eat?’. It was Alfred’s peace offering. Getting up, he walked to Ivan’s apartment door. Instead of knocking, he simply slipped the art under his door. Ivan would come across it once he was around the area. He didn’t want to disturb the blood-sucking bunny current if he truly had plans. Going back to his room, he continued on his Game of Thrones binge, praying that the vampire would come by later. In terms of a ‘meal’, it could be anything the man wanted. They could go hunting together, Ivan finding some unsuspecting human, and Alfred a lonely deer. Or, more orthodox, actually somewhere to snack. Or just stay in his house and cook something homemade. Whatever the man had a thirst for, blood or food.

 Over in his own apartment, Ivan put a sponge to his red-stained mugs, putting his strength into getting the crusted blood left to the bottom. When he turned his heel to load his dishwasher something white caught his eye. He set his dishes in the rack before scanning the floor before his door. Stepping away from the sink, he approached the mysterious note and turned his head to look down upon it. Recognizing the resemblance of his face, his cheeks flushed with red. He bent down and snatched up the paper into his hands. His heart nearly lurched from his chest and onto the freshly spotless floor. He'd have to deal with the recycled blood burning his face for a few more minutes before getting over the gesture. The strange conversation and insight earlier blended oddly with the feeling he had now. Mostly charmed, but slightly uneasy. He found it bold, not unwelcomed, but surprising from Alfred. His finger traced over the leaded indentations as he took a seat at his breakfast nook. It was beyond flattering, a style he hasn't seen before, but charming. He thought of it slightly egotistical to be set next to the man who drew it, but grateful for it. It made it easier on his eyes. Bunny ears. That was a new one for him. Bat wings were a popular addition for scriptures and etchings. He wasn't used to seeing some draw him in a kindly way. Most depictions of him resonated with evil tellings and horrifying accounts of his figure hunched over a decaying body. Town folk never were pleased when he would make an appearance in their streets. It's why moving was a must for him, he needed supplies like everyone else. Curiosity struck him as he wondered how much moving Alfred must have been up to. Being ageless caused too much suspicion. 'My, Avgustin, you don't look a day over twenty-five' were the last words he heard before leaving his old home behind. Sometimes he wishes to grow old.

 The little question scribbled down beside the art was one he had to consider thoroughly. One that made his heart stop. He rattled his fingers across the surface of the table and reread the words. 'your sisters' it didn't make any sense to him, he swore up and down that he didn't whisper a word of his relations. Sighing and sliding the paper away from him, he sat quietly to calm his nerves and lay his head down on the table. He did plan on inviting his sisters over and that included sharing his haul of blood, but now all he wanted to do was head next door and talk to Alfred. The warmth clung to him like it usually did, an unbearable heat holding to his face. It would only embarrass him further to give in so easily. He pressed his face into the cool wood and closed his eyes for a moment before leaving it behind. Nothing would give him closure, he wanted to be next to Alfred and that would be the only way to get the werewolf out of his thoughts. Groaning, he began finishing up the rest of his dishes. After flicking on his dishwasher, he took the art and walked it back to his room. He was trying to wait out the lingering warmth to his face and most of it faded, but not all of it would give him that peace. Before he finally left his apartment, he messaged his sibling group that he wouldn't be home. There wasn't much his poor sisters could do if something were to go wrong, but he just didn't want them asking him to death about where he went. Hesitantly, he knocked on Alfred's door and waited. His heart didn't stop racing, he didn't find himself nervous around werewolves very often, but Alfred had that effect on him.

 It was good for Alfred’s ego that he wasn’t there to witness Ivan’s reaction to the note. Seeing blushing, flattered Ivan would cause the wolf to grin, and show off his canines in the glory of knowing he charmed the vampire. It would be in Ivan’s best interest to let Alfred enjoy it if he enjoyed the ‘bunny’ persona, as Alfred would happily go with it. A cute nickname for a cute boy, not to mention, Alfred understood the niceness of not being referred to something scary. Alfred was like Ivan in that way, no one knew better than him what it was like to be personified into a godless beast, with nothing charming and cute about it. Being compared to something as harmless and pretty as a bunny was probably emotionally soothing, which was part of the reason Alfred did it. A bunny is adorable, warm, and cozy, the last thing that goes to someone’s head is fear over the animal. Ivan could be Alfred’s harmless, sweet bunny if he wanted too. Even if Alfred drew himself to be a wolf, he was still a childlike puppy in many ways, even with the slight bloodlust that he had. Minus that, he was a silly, carefree man. But the transformation did take some part of his personality and make it more intense. Alfred was lost in his marathon when he could smell Ivan walking down the hallway.

 Sniffing the air, a smile popped out when he could smell the nervousness on him. Has the note made him nervous? He wasn’t sure if it was ’I’m nervous about how excited I am to see him...’ or ’I’m just scared of him’ anxiety, he couldn’t smell that. Only that the man was dealing with some emotions due to the note. He wondered if the part about his sister’s had made Ivan worried. In all honesty, it was just a bold guess on who was coming over. Alfred was aware that Ivan had siblings or at least relatives, he could smell other vampires around, and two females had a similar scent to him. He concluded that someone was either related to him, and a female. Sister’s were the most logical answer, but cousins, aunts, and other distant relatives were all possible. Alfred’s lucky guess had helped his case. Standing up, he walked to the door, offering Ivan a gentle smile as he raised a brow. “Did your plans cancel? That sucks. But, you’re welcome to come in, babe. I got a spot on the sofa for you.” He stepped back to let Ivan inside his house, the first time he’s ever done that. Inviting a vampire into your home? The biggest no-no in the world, but here was Alfred not caring, per usual. He was going to bring up how they’d dined tonight, either traditional or unorthodox, but he’d give Ivan a moment to settle in before speaking of murder and hunting. He was a gentleman after all! Sitting down on the couch, he leaned back and patted the seat next to him.

 Being a man who admired his dignity more than his enjoyment, Ivan had already become irritated with his own decision. He was visiting a friend, he didn't understand why he had to make it stand out so much for himself. There wasn't any loss to giving in to spend time with someone you enjoy, but he couldn't help but consider how overly friendly the drawing was. Trying not to overthink it, he mimicked the grooves he felt and pressed them into the palm of his hand. He adored the small act, but it was overshadowed by the fact that Alfred was a suitable match against him. The fact that he actually found himself pining after the chummy little wolfman was alarming at times. He was risking many aspects of his life by even accepting the invitation to come over. If he ever got closer to Alfred, it wouldn't be logical. With the outgoing personality Alfred shined out constantly, he was sure that he couldn't be a lone wolf. There were others. He smelt them when he walked down the street or by chance in the meat section of the corner store. Werewolves, vampires, they all hid in plain sight, but it wasn't right for him to assume that all of their kind knew each other. Much like dogs though, he knew that werewolves must greet each other. Alfred had to have at least, he guaranteed himself that. It confused him to be welcomed in with that case, it scared him almost. He didn't understand why Alfred trusted him so much when he knew what he was. Unfortunately, a vampire's sense of smell isn't as powerful as a dog's thus he wasn't able to detect other bodies in the apartment. His nose was just used to Alfred passing by and in his baskets of clothes.

 He wrote off the name babe quickly, trying to blame it on habit. "My plans didn't cancel. You were just acting particularly lonely so I thought I would give in and offer you some company." Teasing, he calmed down significantly at the sight of Alfred smiling patiently. Elated by the idea of finally setting foot into Alfred's humble abode with the help of some keywords, he beamed and eased his head through the doorway. He's never seen beyond the door so it was a new experience for him. It wasn't much different than his habitat, the layout was a given, but he didn't catch any deers hanging from the ceiling so it was a bonus. Ivan liked to keep his living area tidy along with his kitchen, but once someone hits his room, that's when everything starts falling apart. Never does he bother to make his bed or take out his clothes from the basket to hang them up. His nightstand, though barely a foot wide, somehow holds a lamp, three different alarm clocks, and always a few dirty dishes. A part of him wanted to head through Alfred's apartment and check out his bedroom. "When were you going to tell me that you knew how to draw?" He paced over to the sofa and took a seat away from Alfred, a cushion between the two of them so he had some space.

 Alfred was pleased to have Ivan enter his house. The bunny entering the wolves den, almost. Stretching out his legs, he rested one of his arms on the headrest, eyes lingering to his shows. Ivan's excuse was cute, he didn’t even cover up with a lie about them canceling. He canceled on them for him. What about that, it added to Alfred’s ego. His eyes were careful not to linger too long, but every few moments, they’d turn to Ivan’s body as he found a quick way to verbally eat him up. “Well, thanks for giving the company. And I don’t really like talking about it since I get shy... It’s kind of a personal thing. I just draw things for myself, and no one else.” It truly was a personal hobby, but he would draw more for Ivan again if it made the man come around often. It worked the first time, so why not again? He wouldn’t mind after all. He smirked when someone was murdered on the screen. Alfred’s house proved to be on average with a clean to messy ratio. He wasn’t the cleanest guy, but he wasn’t the stereotypical dirty, living off of paper plates type of dude either. He knew how to mop, take out the trash, and vacuum, but sometimes would get lazy with dishes and let it pile up.

 His habit of being sexually open also gave him a reason to keep his apartment good looking. Showing a cute boy or girl a disgusting, dirty apartment would be embarrassing. His room was surprisingly not that bad, his only problem with being lazy and letting clean clothes stay in a pile and not putting them away. He’d also never make his bed, but he’d always throw away garbage in fear of getting ants in his room. He was proud of a fox fur blanket that he had, he’d love to show Ivan. It was during a couple of days in wolf form, he hunted down several silver foxes. They are known for being used heavily in the fur trade, and lucky enough, he was able to find some living in the wild nearby. It took a few days of stalking, but he was able to hunt down enough for the blanket. Another older werewolf knew how to skin fur and make coats and blankets, and helped him with the process. It was special to him, proving his strength and hunting skills. It was also soft and luxurious; usually, he had to lie to people and say it was a gift or passed down in his family. There wasn’t much pride in saying someone gave it to him. But with Ivan, he could open up and tell how he got something worth thousands of dollars in his hands; he worked for it. The warm fur was perfect during cold winter nights in upstate New York. “I’m so lucky to have a nice friend like you. I owe you a warm meal after this...” He teased, patting Ivan’s leg before putting it back in his own lap, eyeing the TV.

 "You being shy? That's a first. With the way you draw, I thought you would boast about it." Ivan was trying to compliment his host, something small, but not enough to curse himself with. In both ways, Alfred's ego was something he had to handle with caution. Cheer on the man too much and he'll be putting up with cocky smirks up until the time he had to leave. Say something a little too cruel and the bubbly wolf will turn into a babbling mess. Simply acknowledging that fact to Alfred would tear him up one way or another, Ivan knew it and planned to keep things nice and light. "You somehow captured your narcissism on a single piece of paper, it's really impressive." He made sure to sound disingenuous, eyes taking note of Alfred's position. As time went on, the show became less interesting to him. Any shock value or plot development was drowned out by the way the werewolf's face lit up. The small dust of color that humans held in their cheeks was pumping across Alfred's face. He could feel the warmth radiating off the other body. If he buried his face into Alfred's shoulder, he could get a little taste. He didn't plan on chomping down hard, just a small nip. All he needed was a drop of blood to satisfy his burning curiosity. Alfred was too smart, the vampire knew that he'd be shoved away if he even kissed his neck.

 There was pride in tackling down a difficult opponent, he understood that. He had grown immune to feeling too miserable about killing some creature or human off. Animals weren't inherently evil, but humans could be. He's witnessed hundreds and hundreds of years of solid proof of how villainous a single human can be. It gave him some peace to think that he was killing off someone who deserved it, but the consequences of his actions stabbed into his thoughts when a moment was too quiet. They were all just people like him and his sisters, but he couldn't help the survival of the fittest. It was inevitable that he would kill again, he knew that his blood bank job wouldn't last forever. Eventually, he'd have to relocate again, find new prey and discover more immortals. Alfred, for now, was a dash in his timeline, but he hoped to extend it. He wanted to stay a little longer and enjoy his time with the werewolf. The thought of dining outweighed heavily on his mind, but one he was certain that what he was nearly drooling over wasn't what Alfred was implying. He could lurch over and sink his fangs into the nape of his dear friend's neck and sample the blood. "I'm lucky to have a good friend like you too... and, as friends, I'm sure you don't mind me asking how old are you- how old you really are." Returning the physical contact, he reached over and pinched at Alfred's cheek. It slightly broke his heart to be called a friend, but it was what they were and he'd rather be on Alfred's good side than be against him. 

 “I’m glad you like my art.” He commented, rolling his eyes as he slightly blushed from the words. He was embarrassed by the skill but loved it still. He had plans of doodling Ivan later if he had the time. Perhaps even slipping it under his door again. But it was the best of Ivan’s interest to not kiss or go near Alfred’s neck. While he did adore the vampire; he wasn’t born yesterday. Far from it, and it would win a physical push or any other action that showed dominance. The wolf inside him was an Alpha, no doubt. There would be no neck biting, kisses, or smooches unless Ivan wanted a bite back in his neck. But Alfred did accept the pinch, finding it cute that the man was finally getting to the point. After all the time they’ve been neighbors, now he wants to know some real information? He’d play, as long as Ivan played back. “My age? Well, I like to tell people I’m twenty-three. Most people buy it. I was really born in 1941 though, so I guess I look young for my age! Ha! What about you?” He turned, his eyes smiling along with his lips. Raising a brow, he looked at Ivan up and down, checking out the man. He picked up details from his encounters with Ivan and compared to it how other vampires acted. “What are you? Four? Five? Six hundred? Oh wait- Are you post or pre Catherine The Great?” He teased, knowing basic Russian history. His adulthood was during the height of the Cold War, so he knew a lot about Russia.

 He was about to make a joke about if Ivan was post or pre ‘Commie-Russia’, but he didn’t want the man huffing and puffing out of his house. Ivan appeared to be the type that might be highly offended by a stereotypical ‘commie’ joke, so he wasn’t going to play his cards. He had the bunny in his den, no need to ruin it. Taking a chance, he decided to lay his head on Ivan’s outer leg. Adjusting his body, he laid on his sides as his eyes stayed on the screen, but his head was resting on top of Ivan’s thigh. He wanted a way to feel Ivan without touching her per se. His messy, blond hair was screaming to be touched, Alfred’s cheek pressing against his leg. He tried to act relaxed as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Man, sometimes I feel old but I bet you feel ancient when anyone speaks to you, huh?” He joked, appearing not to be startled by the conversation. He wondered, was Ivan’s skin soft? Could he blush? Was his fat soft? If he squeezed him, would it feel like a stone? Or skin? He never got close enough to a vampire to touch them intimately, the only times he’s had his physical contact with vampires was in wolf form, killing them in his bite. Not a great comparison to what he wanted to do to Ivan.

 Ivan was thrilled to receive a blush, it always warmed his ever slow and cold heart. It made the involuntary expression even more rewarding when regarding that Alfred was a perilous creature just as he was. He felt a bit guilty for not having anything ready to give back when he came over. Drawing wasn't much of a passion for him, he was more into crafts. He could knit something for Alfred, but he wasn't sure if that would be too bold. With how high strung he wound himself up to be, he figured that the werewolf didn't fall far from the feeling around him. Anything made to comfort was suspicious as if to butter the other up. He had to be careful not to cross any lines and set alarms off in Alfred's head. Even if he wanted to drag the relationship further along and at least get to hug on Alfred without being awkward or stepping over bounds, he knew he had to be slow. It was a precaution for himself and Alfred. Hearing the werewolf's real age was a good step, not too big but not too small of a step. "Ah, so you're... in your seventies? My, I guess you really have aged well. Twenty-three does fit you more than an old man who's lived through a world war." It was better to congratulate Alfred than to compare himself to him. To be given a seemingly honest answer was a bit of a surprise to him in the first place. There were a dozen more questions he wanted to ask about the American. He's never found a werewolf civil enough to sit down and talk to; he wanted to know everything about the culture and the process. He wasn't clear on whether or not Alfred was joking or not, grimacing either way. "Do I really come off as that young? Young enough to be post Catherine the Great... That's nice to know." The home he knew wasn't quite developed enough to secure the capital and allow a ruler. "I was there before they even had tsars."

 He held his tongue when Alfred cozied up onto his leg, a faint smile to his lips as his hand twitched. "I prefer the term antique... even if being born in 1174 does make me more of a relic." Propping his head upon the armrest, he inched his fingers along his thigh towards Alfred's head. He could abuse the trust, grab the werewolf, and snap his mouth around his waiting neck, but he had better control over his intrusive ideas. "How do people become... werewolves? Is it by a bite from a werewolf or maybe something more ritualistic? I assume they don't consent to it, right?" Asking along, he slowly combed his fingers through Alfred's hair. Later on, he'd have to scrub himself down to get rid of the scent before his family meets him pinching their nose. "Or should I not ask that? It might be too personal." His smile calmed as he teased the other by scratching at the area behind his ear. "I'm sure you don't mind though."

 He was happy to feel Ivan’s fingers play with his neck and hair. Ivan not rejecting his touches, but accepting them was all he wanted. Yawning, he closed his eyes as he let his body relax around the man. He was even getting used to the smell, the overly sweetness not bothering him much anymore. “Wow... You are antique... I feel young compared to you, and I can remember Vietnam, Korea, the Middle East, and the Cold War.” Fighting for freedom and America was close to his heart. “My father fought in world war 2, and I entered Vietnam.” Coming back from service due to some injuries was how it happened; one day, camping with his comrades celebrating a return from service, they were attacked by a wolf. Alfred was the only one who survived, getting a deep cut on his chest. He put a silver bullet in the chest of the wolf, making it pay for taking his friend’s lives, but in the end, it’s curse never stopped. “You get bit or scratch. I got scratched, really hard. Most people die when they get bit or scratched, but I survived. I killed the wolf who attacked me and my friends. One silver bullet. That’s all it took...” Alfred whispered, his leg twitching when his ear was scratched. “How did you become a vampire...? It’s your turn to tell....” He asked, wanting to know every detail. “Did it hurt?” He asked, wondering if the transformation caused pain. It did for Alfred, becoming human to a werewolf the first time. The pain he wished he could forget. He turned his head up, looking up at Ivan with big eyes. Curious eyes that wanted the truth, not games. He pushed his body up, so more of his back and head was laying across Ivan’s lap, not just his thigh. Like a true puppy, he wanted to take all the attention and show his dominance. Laying on Ivan, and getting a pet was truly dog-like at this point. But the man could be more of a puppy than a wolf, he just had to be in the right mood. A great, calm, playful mood.

 There was no heat coming off Ivan’s body, the only source of warmth was Alfred. He couldn’t feel any heat over his clothes, he guessed if it put his hands on bare skin, Ivan would be chilly. He wondered if vampires feel hard or still have a softness to them. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m just curious. Vampires, are you guys stone? Or is your fat soft? Do you guys blush?” He asked, attempting to seem innocent. Blinking a few times, his innocent expression turned into a cocky grin. “If I grabbed your ass, would you move in my hand and turn red? Or? Would it be like grabbing a rock?” He asked, knowing he’d get an eye roll from Ivan, but he didn’t care. He needed to know the answers to his weird questions. His brain wondered a lot of things about Ivan and vampires overall. While he assumed that Ivan wouldn’t let him touch him with a ten-foot pole, he still is curious if the occasional thought is accurate.  

"I guess you really earned your dog tags that day." Ivan offered lightly, laughing quietly at the puppy-like mannerisms of a grown man visible unwinding over his lap. Turning into a werewolf sounded just as much of a travesty as being a vampire to him. He didn't have to imagine what waking up in a new body was like, but he didn't think that he could ever really fully understand what Alfred went through either. How he earned his status as a vampire was a shorter story, but he'd spare Alfred the details. There wasn't much special about the day when he first laid eyes on the tall lanky figure barrelling toward him, but the pain was still distinct and stabbing. If he hadn't been at death's doorstep that day, he would have put up a better fight, but being at his age back then was a time for letting the earth take you. His body was preserved in the age he died and awakened. His eldest sister landed at twenty-nine and his youngest encased himself with health by being eternally twenty. They could age at will, but never make themselves younger. In that aspect, he considers himself lucky, but being a vampire wasn't his fondest thing. The moment was still fresh on his mind, how vulnerable he was, and how he let the same fate happen to his sisters. It was embarrassing to retell his inevitable cowardice. Since then, he's become more agile and stronger, but that was mostly due to his transformation. "There's a serum that comes out only from certain fangs, but you can feel it course all over your body when they stab into your neck... It hurts about as much as someone sticking two needles into you- you don't like those, do you? That's fine." He continued to tease Alfred over the blunt lie, refusing to call him out on it. It was hard for him to give that up. "I couldn't turn you into a vampire though, I'd only end up sucking your blood because I don't have the stuff to inject you with."

 The science behind being a vampire wasn't widely available, but he tried to pass on the information he learned over the years as best he could. "The original vampires are the only ones who carry the serum to turn others into vampires... I'm not sure how they came about- no one does, but them." He separated and wiggled his fingers through more sections of Alfred's hair as he explained, grinning at the way his leg jerked like a dog. It was precious to his heart. "Every millennium or so, they show their face from their tomb and bite a few more unsuspecting victims. That's what I and my sisters have gathered from different vampires at least." The facts were hazy and never written down in fear of discovery. His thoughts trailed off as he enjoyed the heat coming off Alfred when he stretched across his lap. The inquiry seemed wholesome enough at first and he didn't mind answering it until Alfred had to make it dirty. "Oh, I don't know. If I slapped you in the face, would it be soft? Would you be blushing?" He snapped sarcastically, squishing Alfred's cheeks together in turn. "We're not gargoyles! Our skin is just the same as human flesh... So, yes... I guess if you were to grab my ass, it would turn red and move, but I'm not about to give you an example." Patting his face before returning to play with his hair, Ivan furrowed his brows. He grew up in a different time, getting those sorts of comments wasn't something he was used to. "Why are you curious about that sort of thing anyway? What makes you think I'll answer any questions after that?" Frustrated, he went back to scratching behind Alfred's ear to calm himself and the warmth sprouting over him. "Make it up to me by telling me how the moon affects you.

Alfred was shocked to learn the truth about vampires. He was told that all vampires had venom that had the potential to kill. Finding out that only a few did make him relieved, vampires aren’t as dangerous as he was told before. Seeing that even other vampires were unsure how they got the venom explained why his own kind was misinformed. Not to mention, vampires never made it clear about that little fact, nor would Alfred see why they would. Most vampires would rather seem scary and dangerous, having a poison inside them looming over someone’s head. “So? If you bite someone, you don’t have any venom? You’d inject nothing? That’s crazy, everyone thinks all vampires have something in their teeth.” This didn’t mean vampires were harmless, he knew that the creatures had superhuman strength and skill just like him. If a vampire wanted a werewolf dead, it was completely possible. Alfred was biased, and always thought he had the upper hand against vampires. In his personal, werewolf opinion, they were faster and stronger than vampires. But it came to pride than anything else, Alfred would never let his kind down. Even if he thought being a werewolf was more of a curse at times, he would show honor and stand up for himself and his other pack members. They weren’t human anymore, but they were still living beings. “Werewolves, we are different I guess. In wolf form, I think our saliva and body fluids when entering someone else’s skin, can turn them. I think of it as an illness... You get exposed, you’re one of us. With bites, it’s easy to see why it gets into someone’s bloodstream. I’m less sure about scratches though, how it turns us into werewolves. I’m gonna guess there’s just something in our claws that carries the virus.” 

 Alfred was no scientist, and there wasn’t exactly anyone out there experimenting and explaining the biology of werewolves. He couldn’t hold back his laugh when Ivan pinched his cheeks and got annoyed with his question. He deserved all the cheek squishes! “I just wanted to make sure my wet dreams were scientifically actual, that’s all.” He teased, closing his eyes when Ivan scratched the back of his ear. “Mm....” He lightly groaned, his leg twitching slightly. “Ugh. I hate full moons, man. It doesn’t make us mindless or crazy; we just are forced into wolf form as long as the moon is out. So usually, we have to stay outside. It isn’t too bad in the summer and spring, but when it’s cold out it's kind of annoying to have to find shelter. Nowadays, I go over to my friend Allen’s house during full moons. He has basically a farm and tons of areas that we can just... chill and wait out the full moon. It’s why I left the city, it’s one thing to find somewhere to hide during the countryside, another thing we’re everyone’s running around.” Alfred viewed it as more of an inconvenience if anything. Having to plan his life around one night was annoying!  Making sure he had no work, no one visiting, no one expecting him, and if anyone needed to contact him, he was M.I.A for about twelve hours. Alfred got over being horrified about his werewolf status, so more just bothered. “It’s just irritating to have to plan around full moons. But it’s just one day of the month a least....” He took a deep breath, deciding to ask Ivan a question. “Vampires, do you guys like....? Do you guys have a preference when it comes to blood? Like, do certain races taste different? Or is there a difference between boys and girls?”

"I may not be able to turn you, but I can still drain every ounce of blood out of you and leave you as a husk." He didn't like being underestimated. While he found Alfred semi charming, it was made clear to him that the werewolf was still a threat. It was only right for him to assure that he was the same, someone who shouldn't be tampered with. He didn't plan on devouring the sweet neighbor, but he's considered it. The man might just be naive enough to feel safe around a vampire. He didn't even feel comfortable around a vampire he barely knew. It came down to territory between him and a member of his kind. If there were too many vampires in the area, then suspicion rises. Too many bodies are dropping and someone isn't getting enough to drink. He's never personally killed a vampire, but he fought a great few years ago. Times have changed, most vampires have mellowed out and found alternatives to slaughtering a cognitive being. While Ivan has cooked up some solutions to give him the nutrients he needs in a blood-soaked diet, he finds the rich frothy taste of real blood to be too tantalizing. It's been a few months since he's actually stalked and killed someone; he's proud of himself for it. If his tracks are uncovered at the blood bank, he may have to come back to that lifestyle. Living life as a murderer was less glamorous than living life as a hunter. Hearing Alfred say that he could only turn people when in wolf form was a relief. He thought that at least he wasn't stumbling around accidentally making people immortal. "So you can only turn people into werewolves when you're a wolf?... I've never heard about the claws part, that's new to me." It wasn't known to him whether or not he would become a werewolf too if he was bitten, but it was most definitely a concern to him now. A werepire? A vampwolf? Whatever it was, it was conjured up disturbingly in his head. He'd keep his distance from now on if that was the case. 

Rolling his eyes at the wet dreams comment, he stopped rubbing his hands through Alfred's hair. "Are all werewolves this dense and vulgar? Or is it just you?" He'd roll the big puppy off his lap if he wasn't going to end up on the floor. Angering a werewolf was something he found surprisingly easy so he kept calm and tried not to seem too upset with Alfred. He liked the company; he didn't want to lose it. "Only during full moons? So you're essentially powerless up until then." Werewolves weren't too strong if they couldn't change at will. He felt significantly less threatened by Alfred's habit of showing his teeth. It was more of a parlor trick to him now, a small way to tease him. He thought of himself as lucky to have his powers with him all the time. It meant that he could tease and frighten Alfred all he wanted until the full moon popped out. He smiled to himself, gently rubbing a thumb to the American's open neck. "We do have preferences actually. The flavor really only varies with the blood type. My least favorite type is B-negative... it's a little bitter. Ah, but my favorite blood type of all has to be O-positive... thankfully, the most common." Shutting his eyes, he leaned back onto the headrest. It was always funny to him when someone walked into the clinic asking for a blood test to be done on them when he could just tell them then and there what they were. To remain undetected, he had to take a blood sample and let the customer wait out the process. He's seen a handful of mythical beasts walk through the blood bank doors while undercover, but those were the only creatures he couldn't seem to smell around. "Usually I can sniff out someone's blood type as they stand- but I can't detect your type on you. Your... werewolf musk has been blocking me." Furrowing his brows with sorrow, he twirled a piece of Alfred's hair between his fingers. "It's made me nothing but curious to find out yours- mere curiosity, trust me. I don't bite."

 Alfred wasn’t scared of the warning of getting his blood drained, as Ivan didn’t scare him. The vampire could puff out his chest and appear more frightening than he is, but Alfred stayed unfazed. He was too prideful to let a vampire put any terror into him. He scoffed when Ivan said that he was only powerful during a full moon. “Ha! Who said that I can only turn during a full moon? I said I’m forced to turn during the full moon, I can turn anytime I want the rest of the month. I could turn right now. It rips my clothes off, so I would rather not give an example.” Ivan shouldn’t feel any more relief in it, Alfred had his power all year round. “Don’t think I could turn you, though. I think our... virus is immune to you guys. Vampires aren’t alive, so it just... dies on you. We just end up killing you with our strength and fighting powers.” He explained, never hearing of a vampire and werewolf crossbred. He didn’t think it was possible, but who knew. He kept his eyes closed, enjoying getting his hair played with. A smirk crept up his face when he was accused of being vulgar. “I’m just a vulgar guy, that’s all. I say what I think.” That was true as well, Alfred didn’t have much of a filter, especially around other immortals. He was a man who laughed and cried easily, who displayed all the emotions he had in his heart. It was just who he was, and he didn’t want to change anytime soon. He offered a cute act of nuzzling his cheek on Ivan’s thigh, wanting his attention again. Getting his hair played with was a major comfort. His body would relax, and calm down when someone’s fingers ran through his dirty blond locks. There was something about Ivan that offered him comfort, even if he was a vampire. His disgustingly sweet scent wasn’t bothering him anymore, and his soft voice was more soothing by the moment.

 He smirks again when he hears about the blood type. “Oh? Then you’d love me. I’m O-positive.” He confessed, not scared since he knew Ivan wouldn’t bite him. If Ivan was going to drain him of his blood, he would have done it by now. Ivan didn’t need to cuddle up with him on his sofa to do it. “I’m glad my werewolf musk blocks it. Protects us from being victims of hungry, thirsty vampires like you. I’m not shocked at all that you work at a blood bank. I’m just surprised that you haven't noticed that you are stealing all the blood. How do you steal it anyway? Don’t they have protocols and stuff for this?” He questioned, always wondering how Ivan did it. He was either extremely talented, or the office was just stupid and lazy with their security. Who knew a man could get away with stealing countless pints of blood, but it was better than him going into town and murdering men in cold blood. “I’ll be honest... if you need some victims, I got a list of every sex offender, pedophile, and creep in town. Some people escape justice. So if you are hungry.... just tell me. I’ll get you a meal.” He had a sneaky grin, loving the idea of Ivan doing his dirty work. Instead of hunting these sickos in wolf form, his blood-sucking bunny could find a use for them.

 It shut Ivan's small victory down when he heard about the ability. The possibility of seeing wolves walk around during the day skyrocketed and he wasn't sure where his emotions landed on the issue. Everything about having the upper hand over someone was comforting to him, but he felt as if it wasn't that overwhelming. Alfred was harmless and most of his worries about werewolves came from prejudice. The only rivalry between the two creatures was one he welcomed. He had fun flirting with and teasing Alfred, but he didn't want to risk being too attached. If something were to come up that jeopardized his facade, then he'd have to book it out of New York with his sisters not far behind. Knowing Alfred's own immortality, he was sure the situation would be the same for him. He'd end up miserable if he grew even fonder of the man only to disappear the next day. Anyone else, he didn't care to shatter their heart, but the cute playful furball was just too hopeless. "You talk like a child telling me about how strong their favorite superhero is when you describe your own species." He humored, rolling his eyes at the nonchalant bragging. There wasn't much that annoyed him about Alfred, the man was pleasant to be around, but he had his own honor to attend to. Being a blood seeker wasn't glamorous by all means, but he had to defend what was a part of him. The relief felt from immunity still didn't suffice against the show off's insistence. Every step of the conversation was an act for him to prove that he could stand up against a werewolf; the worn-out joke tired him. He wanted to feel comfortable around Alfred, but nothing felt genuine as if he was waiting for something specific to come out. It reminded him of a patient puppy. Most stereotypes held about the bouncing, yapping few. Like dogs, they roll onto their back and practically beg to be pet, loved on at the very least.

 Giving in before the manchild started whining, he scrubbed his fingers along Alfred's scalp and through his strands. His eyes lit up at the confession, a big grin attached to his face. "Oh really? It's the most common blood type... but the most special to me. The rarity of it is only measured by my own longing for it." He wormed the corners of his mouth slowly down to mask his eagerness to jump on Alfred and dine out. "It's a very sweet taste- you should let me lap up any cuts you have in the future. I'll come over in a heartbeat and suck your wounds dry." The talk of blood left him parched, he distracted himself by fluffing up Alfred's hair. He wasn't entirely sure how his blood stash was known by the mutt, but he wasn't about to question it. His trust was growing high enough that he didn't care. "Most people don't know a pint from a pint and a half... it's a little dangerous for the donors, but I do sneak out an extra snack for myself when I think someone's gullible- so, I'm technically not stealing from the blood bank because they still get their pint of blood... I just drain another pint for myself. " He assured, hoping Alfred wouldn't rat him out. It would slip his mind often that the man was a cop. The only reason staff picked up on his master plan was the high rate of lightheaded donors coming out of his section. Now and then, they sent someone to check the equipment he was using, but nothing came of it. He's slowed on the packs he takes home to cool down the heat trailing behind his tail. "I might take you up on that offer someday, but my hands haven't been this clean of blood in a while... Unless you're in dire need of my assistance then I can help mark off some names for you- at a price, of course." Leaning down, he placed a chaste kiss to Alfred's forehead and gently brushed back the hair in his way. "Come over to the blood bank and I'll give you a donut if you behave... then maybe we can go track down some pedophiles and rip them apart together."

 Alfred didn’t have too many plans for leaving the town soon. He only had lived there for a few years, and he knew he could get away with his non-aging status for a while. People usually only would start to talk about how young he looked. Alfred would just lie and credit on genetics. ’My parents look super young too. ‘Our whole family doesn’t age.’ he’d lie, and it worked. He looked young and was young to everyone else, so no one questioned his age. He guessed he could last until he was in his mid-thirties before people thought it was just downright weird that he hadn't aged. It was why he attempted to stay out of the spotlight. Keep to himself a few groups of friends. It was hard, he was an extrovert. He is a popular personality, everyone would know who he was and wanted to be around him. But that changed when his mortality did, and unless he wanted to become a scientific experiment for the government, he had to keep a low profile. But he always came out at night, hitting clubs and finding relief in intimacy. If he couldn’t be surrounded by dozens of friends, he’d surround himself with pretty girls and boys, even if it was just one night. A sucker for love, it was even more troubling knowing he couldn’t get into a relationship with anyone. That was the hardest about this life, knowing he’ll always be alone. Almost everyone in his pack was male and straight. How come there were only a few queer werewolves? He was aware that he should branch out to new immortals, but it was difficult since his pack was so tight. There was a sense of betrayal being around other werewolf packs, it was frowned down. Your pack was your family, case closed. You suffered with them.

[ Here is the link to my Ao3, thank you if you read it <3 ]

[beeindaclouds]

Can I request a head canon on how philza would react to being a uncle, I’m leaving this fairly open so you can kind of make it your own, she/her pronouns if possible

IF YOU DON’T WANT TO WRITE THIS PLEASE IGNORE IT

Eat,sleep,drink wate

Have a good day/night

Also can I be bonk anon?

Hallo, thank you for requesting!

Let's make Philza feel old, yeee :D /j

Hope you enjoy <3

Telling C!Philza that he's going to be an uncle

Click here before requesting, please <3

Fem!Reader: She/Her

Warnings: One swear word is in there, lol

Yep. That's how you told your older brother Philza that you were expecting a baby

[This is based on an alternate universe of the DSMP where there's no drama and SBI + Mumza are a family]

"You think you still have that father charm of yours?"

"Why do you ask? Wait don't tell me...yOU'RE PREGNANT?!?"

He couldn't be happier for you!

You were always so supportive when he had Wilbur, and later adopted Techno and Tommy

While also helping him taking care of the three little devils when Mumza couldn't be present

And now here you were, having a kid of your own! He couldn't be prouder

He'd be so esthetic that he just goes around telling everyone

First he tells Mumza, who happily congratulates you and will give you a few tips and advices for what's to come

Then he tells his sons. Techno is genuinely happy for you, while Wilbur and Tommy are trying to convince you to name the child after them

"Wilbur sounds so much better then tHoMaS"

"UGH, but the nickname Tommy is WAY BETTER then Wilby. Oh wittlw wilby, bleh-"

"You're the only one who calls me that!"

"You're point, bitch?!"

It goes on for a while, but they'll get over it

Everytime a new person comes to visit you or you stumble upon them, Phil HAS to talk about the news

"Did you know that my little sis right here is having a baby? YES, SHE'S PREGNANT!"

Ok, I thought of names too!

To give a tribute to your brother, if it's a male his name can be Phil or if it's a female then it could be Raven

Or if you don't want to give a specific gender to the child, and just let them choose on their own when they grow up, you can choose another name, maybe one more neutral

Either way, Phil will be very touched

[suckthatskittlebiiitch]

Date Night pairing: Jake Lockley x Black Reader warnings: Smut, small mention of eye gauging??? idk lol

A/N: yall this is my first fic please be gentle with me! i suck at writing tbh but i have ideas and they need to be PUT OUT THERE!! Enjoy!!

Friday was your favorite day of the week, why? because its date night. After the shitty week you've had at the museum giving tours to folks who didn't really pay much attention, donna being well...donna this was something you looked forward to each week.

Tonight was jake's turn to take you out on the town to a really nice Italian restaurant which was surprising since who the hell knew jake would be into that. "Mi Amor I am full of secrets and surprises" He told you while caressing your cheek then giving you the softest kiss on the lips followed by a slap on the ass (yup there he is). The date was going perfect; wine was flowing, good conversation and even a little PDA courtesy of jake who just couldn't keep his hands off you. His fingers slowly slid up and down your leg under the table sometimes it would go up your thigh getting closer and closer to your core, then he'd pull away and give a sinful smirk.

"Your such a tease jake! damn why you gotta be like that to meee" you whined the last word which made him chuckle. "Because watching you squirm and whine makes my dick hard" You slapped his shoulder playfully and giggled. The waiter made his way over to clear some of your plates off the table.

And get a small peek at your cleavage that the dress your wearing was showing. You of course didn't catch it but Jake saw this, jake sees just about everything since he had a habit of scanning the area when going somewhere. "You looking at my woman's tits?!" Before you could asked jake grabbed a fork stood up, grabbed the poor man buy his tie and slammed him on the table the fork inches away from being shoved into the man's eye. "JAKE NO!" you screamed before scrambling to get your boyfriend off him. "please no i'm sorry!! dont kill me!" A hole could just swallow you up right now as everyone was staring at you three in horror.

Jake kicked open the door to your shared apartment still going on a rant. Some in English but most in Spanish. "Jake what the fuck you cant be doing that that was so fucking embarrassing!" You sighed heavily then moved to start your nightly skincare routine. "you are my woman!! no man should look at you like that! i should've gauged out his stupid fucking eyes and threw them away!" he paced back and forth in the living room seething, even marc and steven couldn't calm him down. Jake noticed you in the bedroom taking off your dress, it fell to your feet so now the only thing on you was the matching pink/white bra and thong. You didn't notice he was behind you until he turned you around to face him. "Jake wh-" he kissed you hard and gripped your hips pulling you flush against his body. You could feel his straining hard on in his jeans.

"Eres mi mujer, mi esposa." his voice was deep and sultry. You simply nodded already in a small daze from the kiss.

"I'm going to fuck you now. Say yes Papi" the look he gave you let you know it was an order rather than a request. "Y-yes papi"

"O-oh fuck yeeEEEESS!!" you squealed as you gripped the satin sheets tighter. jake was between your legs showing you a whole new world with his tongue. One leg was thrown over his shoulder the other stretched out and pinned by his arm. He slid two fingers deep into your wet heat, finger fucking you while sucking on your clit. "Cum for me hermosa give me what i want." He moved in and out of your cunt faster till you squirted on his face. "Daddy yeees!! oh ..oh my god baby pl-please.." you panted heavily and put a hand on your face. Jake licked his way up your body, gripped one of your boobs and kissed you deeply.

"such a good girl for me.. yes you are..my good girl.. daddy's not done yet" he growled as he flipped you over onto your stomach, slapped your ass a good 3 times before straddling your legs and slid himself deep into your pussy. "God so fucking tight...tightest pussy just for me huh? all mine?" he grabbed a fistful of hair to yank your head up. "Y-yes baby all y-y-yours" you whined out. Jake began a giving you deep slow strokes, pulling out just a little then pushing back inside. the rhythm picked up causing an obscene sound of skin again skin slapping together loudly. It began to get so much you found yourself trying to run from the dick.

"oh daddy!! wait! its.. oh fuck its to much!! i cant take iiiitt" you moan loudly and crawled little by little toward the edge of the bed getting just close enough to grip it. Jake sees this and follows you slightly as he never broke his stride. "Don't you run from me! take this dick!" he gripped your hips tightly pulling you back to him. Jake gripped you by your jaw and squeezed tightly and whispered the nastiest things in your ear most of it was in Spanish. that familiar feeling bubbled in your stomach as a second more powerful orgasm was coming. The way your pussy clenched him he knew it too. "Cum on my dick mami give. me. that. pussy." each word was punctuated with a deep thrust.

Once again you squirted with a squeal, making a bigger mess on the bed jake followed suit as he filled your pussy to the brim with his cum. "such a good girl" He kissed your cheek making his way down to your jaw, neck then ended with your lips. You were a panting mess with him. Jake sat up to slowly pull out of you, seeing some cum spill out he pushed it back inside you making you shudder. Jake pulled you against his chest with an arm around your waist and kissed your equally sweaty head.

"did you have a good date night?" he chuckled "well other than being an almost witness to a murder. Yes good date night" Jake chuckled as he kissed your forehead again.

"There's always next time" he muttered.

[candydrcp]

 ✧ ↝ mickey milkovich sentence starters ( nsfw  !)

“kiss me, and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out”

 “hey, what the fuck? can I take a shit in private, please?”

 “ fuck you, fuck you, and especially fuck you!” 

“I love you… It means we take care of each other… It means thick and thin, good times, bad, sickness, health, all that shit.”  “well this aint macy’s bitch, you aint window shopping”

“and learn how to run like a dude”

 “you know where i live if you have a problem”  “they’re not climbing everest, they’re climbing dick.” 

“i don’t know what the fuck you’re saying!”

 “you wanna chit chat more, or do you wanna get on me?” 

“don’t worry, we’ll get a dick in you as soon as we can! I promise ”

 “why are you putting shit in weird fucking air quotes?”  

 “I dont think im this gay”  “ anyone can jerk a c*ck. I jerk mine, he jerks his. learn a unique skill or shut the fuck up.”

”ok, you need to push the fuck back, nut job” 

“It’s a fucking snickers bar”

 “ i just want everyone here to know, I'm fuckin gay”

 “ jesus would you put that fuckin thing away? you’re gonna hurt somebody, nobody wants to see that shit” 

“ oh shit we're getting pizza? yeee I'm starving!” 

“ where the FUCK are the chiavari chairs?”

 “ look at her she's fucking dead!” 

“you wanna fucking die?” 

“no one knows what the fuck you’re saying!” 

“that shithead better not drag you off to fucksville USA!” 

“you can’t stop mid-gobble”  

 “you’re not dumpin me i’m dumpin you. where’s the shiv?”  

“name me ONE person i’ve murdered!?”

 “what oath says you can’t dump a body in a dumpster?” 

“you’re gonna have to stick something in my ass every once in a while or I’m gonna get real bitchy!”

“he doesn't like getting his ass licked” 

 "I could've killed that fucker like a thousand times, this bitch just swoops in" 

 "I'm coming back for that fucking potato thing" 

 “just cause I’m gettin’ hitched doesn’t mean we can’t still bang”  

 “I’m fucking busy peppermint patty, go whine to someone who gives a shit” 

“he gives it to me good and hard and I fucking like it!”  

 "he wants to be a professor of some language out of a place called britain" 

“fuck you I suck his dick and I fucking love it”

 “look, here’s how it’s gonna work, I like to eat around seven every night.” 

“goddamit why does everything always have to suck!”  

 "It’s like getting screwed by a bowl of potato salad every morning!"

 “not everyone gets to just blurt out how they fucking feel every minute.” 

“why the fuck is everyone running?!”  “jesus christ save your fucking speech you pussy….I’ll marry you….of course I’ll fucking marry you” 

 “i will be down to protect your 7-foot ass as soon as I can." 

“the fuck are you looking at?” “ 

 “someone said that they’d pay you to do a porno and you thought yeah,that’s a good idea?” “

 "liking what I like don't make me a bitch." 

“I’m going to go take an ice bath, my assholes on fire“  

 “you like sticking it up my shitter so what’s that say about you?” 

“what you and I have makes me free.” 

“ all right shithead, this is like the two hundredth time I'm calling and you not picking up! I'm starting to get fucking homicidal. call me the fuck back, I'm worried about you. I love you. call me back.”

[starlitangels]

There’s Family Here Part 2

Apparently there was a bit more to the story. I did not intend for there to be more to the story but my brain and these characters said otherwise 1.4k words CW: brief discussion of death Part 1

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Sam slipped through the front door of his house. Frederick and “Bright Eyes” (as Frederick always called them) were speaking softly upstairs. Better than an argument, he supposed.

Sliding his coat off, he looked into the living room.

Taking up most of the space on the hearth rug, soaking in the heat of the merrily crackling fireplace, was a massive grey-and-tan wolf in human clothing, head resting on front paws, eyes closed.

Fast asleep—or so they appeared.

Sam smiled, hanging his coat on the rack next to the door.

His smile turned into a curious expression. “Darlin’?” he asked quietly.

Upstairs, he heard Frederick. “Sam’s home. We should get going.”

The wolf lifted their head off their paws, eyes opening. They stood up, shuffling their position, and shifted back to human form, pushing themselves to their feet. “What were you doin’ in wolf form?”

His partner shrugged. “Keeping an ear out for your kids,” they said. “I can’t hear them upstairs from down here when in human form.”

Sam felt his body go completely still. “Kids?”

His partner pointed directly over their head. “Yes. Kids. They’re not newborns anymore, so they’re kids. Figured that’d be better than me instinctually wanting to call them pups.”

“Guess I—I never thought of it that way.”

His partner shrugged.

Frederick and Bright Eyes appeared at the stair landing. “We’re gonna head out,” Frederick said.

Sam nodded. He gave them both brief hugs before they disappeared out the door into the winter night.

—

“I have a question for you, darlin’,” Sam said as he shut the front door behind the kids.

“Okay,” I replied, sitting on the couch and waiting for him to come sit next to me.

He did. “Twelve years ago, I watched Gabe Shaw drag a pup into a clearing on the solstice. Vincent and I were watching the runs from the top of the highest coaster in the park, while I was still in my bloodlust. And I saw Gabe with his teeth around a grey wolf’s scruff, physically dragging them into the clearing. Was that... you?”

I snorted, realizing that before this, he’d only gotten one good look at my wolf form after the ward came down at the Games, and that had been brief. “Yeee-up. That one was very much me,” I said, nodding slowly.

“Why was he draggin’ you?” He wrapped an arm over my shoulders, holding me to him.

“I’ll give you three guesses.” I leaned into him, closing my eyes.

“Darlin’,” Sam said gently.

I sighed. “Well, why do you think? I’ve always been a bit of a loner. It was my second solstice with the pack and I’d spent the previous one lingering outside the clearing while everyone stopped for a breather. And Gabe, to his credit, always pushed me to connect with the pack. He knew I struggled, and he tried to help me. That year, I was trying to lurk outside the clearing again, but Gabe found me, grabbed me by the scruff, and dragged me into the clearing, calling over Asher to convince me to wrestle. Asher, when we were younger, really loved wrestling as a wolf with whoever would join. Probably still does, if I had to guess.” I smiled softly. “But he especially loved it with me or David because we didn’t hold back. Which was the surefire way of getting me to actually stay in the clearing.”

Sam chuckled. “I thought it might have been. I wouldn’t have put it together without a better look. I mean, it was distant and dark back then. But when I came in just now, I noticed the pattern of the tan flecks in your fur were similar, so I had to ask.”

I smiled. “Yup. It was me. Does it please you to know that I’ve always been a troublemaker?”

“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised,” he said, resting his cheek on top of my head.

My smile widened slightly. I twisted my head to bury my face between his neck and shoulder. He smelled nice. Like home. I felt him take a deep breath.

“I... I’m glad he did,” I said. “Gabe’s attempts over the years kept me... on the right path. Tentatively. For a while. It was only a year or two after he passed that I went off the deep end. But... all those choices... led me here. Right here.”

“Hmm,” Sam said softly. “I... I feel the same. I can’t regret the things that have happened in the past because they all culminated with me, sittin’ on this couch, holdin’ you. I’ve got you, the kids—Vincent. There’s family here. And I never woulda had the opportunity for any-a it if I’d struck out on my own, like I thought about. Hell, the kids might not even be alive if I had. If someone else from the clan had been watchin’ the park that night—they might-a just let them die.”

“You really think your clan would be so cruel? To just let two kids bleed out after a rogue vampire attacked them on your land?”

“Some of ‘em, yeah.”

He didn’t need to say Alexis’ name for me to know he was thinking of her. The way his expression darkened was the only clue I needed.

I set a hand on his knee and gave it a comforting squeeze. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad you stayed.”

“Me too, darlin’.” He pressed a kiss against my hair.

We lapsed into silence, letting the fire crackle.

I thought about what he’d said. There’s family here. He’d included me in his list. Me. The train wreck of a wolf he’d somehow found it in himself to love—though neither of us had used that particular four-letter word out loud yet. He’d chosen to call me family.

My mind turned to that night David loomed over me in my apartment for the first time since I’d been back. Every inch the powerful alpha his reputation whispered him to be. You’re family. You’re one of us. We love you. We would have done whatever we could to help.

For that one moment, the angry alpha had vanished. His harsh edges softened. His tone had quieted. He spoke the words like he meant them. For that one moment during our argument—and then later, as he was leaving—he sounded like he cared about me. I knew he did. We weren’t close, growing up, but no one in the pack could ever deny that David cared about them. Just because he was in charge of keeping everyone in line didn’t mean he didn’t love every member of the pack.

But I’d always had my doubts. About me. I knew David cared about everyone else. But not me. Not when I went off the deep end.

At some point during our spat, I’d snapped, “The protective big brother act is really getting old, Shaw.” The words had left my mouth before I’d even thought about them, and I forgot them after David’s next words to me. I hadn’t even given my word choice a second thought.

I was thinking about them now. Big brother. David wasn’t that much older than me. Couple months, maybe a year. Did... did I really consider him my big brother? Really? I’d been a part of the pack for damn near half my life—why was I just thinking more deeply about how I viewed my alpha now? I mean, sure, Gabe had felt familial. But I’d never even thought about David.

I snuggled closer to Sam’s side and thought hard while staring at the fire.

Yes. Yes, David was my brother. Not just my “pack brother,” to use an old shifter phrase—he was my brother. Not by blood, but by choice.

“You’re right, Sam,” I said quietly. “There’s family here.” He smiled, holding me tighter against his side. “It... it just took me a lot longer to see it. I’ve got you, now—and I’ve got the pack, too. I mean, David has really made a point of making sure I feel included now that I’m back. And I finally feel like I’m... really part of the pack, you know what I mean?”

“I think I know what you mean better than you might guess I do, darlin’,” Sam remarked. “I think we’re both... solitary people who take a while to warm up to those around us.”

“That sounds about right.” I nodded. “But... I’m glad to be among family now. It feels... nice.”

“Yeah. Yeah, there’s something warm about family, ain’t there?”

“Warming up.”