#ꕀ﹑ hunter.

[llemuria]

゛✿﹑it's been 800 years. jellyfishes are walking naked. sea turtles climb trees, sharks are eating grass for free and finally, finally you remembered me! 〝

love and deepspace independent roleplay. mutual preference but not demanded. minors do not interact, please. multi-shipper.

[magia-nera]

all wound up

── daryl dixon x fem!reader

summary: after barely escaping the outbreak, you find shelter outside of atlanta, with a group of survivors. someone catches your eye, but you don’t dare getting close.

era: season 1, at the quarry

warnings: not yet proofread!!! mentions of blood, curse words, lowkey mutual pining but more on reader’s side, implied age gap (reader is in her mid 20s and daryl’s age is canon to season 1 so late 30s-early 40s), daryl is possibly a bit ooc i hope not

word count: 2.7k

a/n: not my best work, but i just wanted to post something for daryl, i have like a ton of other ideas planned for him anyway :)

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

When the outbreak started your life did a complete 180. You were alone, away from your family, in a city you never knew while growing up, trying to navigate through life and adulthood and their ups and downs all on your own.

Every now and then you still thought about the night when the anchorman on the TV talked about this new virus spreading rapidly throughout the whole country, you remembered your ears perking up and the dinner on the stovetop being forgotten, all your attention was on the man’s words. You got scared, you thought ‘what the hell am I going to do?’, you thought about your mom and your siblings and hoped they were okay, you thought about your friend Amy and made the split second decision to head to her house. It ended up being the right thing to do, seeing as now you were sitting safe and sound in a camp on the outskirts of Atlanta, with other survivors, helping each other. Amy’s sister, Andrea, was home when the news broke out and you managed to escape with them, unscathed. The days you spent on your own made you tougher, the world you knew was long forgotten and you didn’t want to be a burden to the two sisters.

You never considered yourself weak before the outbreak – you never thought about this kind of stuff anyway, there was no point, right? But the situation unfolding required you to toughen up, so that’s what you did, what you tried doing. You helped the women with tasks at camp at first, like washing clothes and cooking for everyone, but eventually you were picked to go on runs, seeing as you were one of the few young adults in the camp. You were scared at first. Looking closely at what the men in the group did, you learnt a thing or two: you wanted to be able to survive, protect the others even. Andrea, whose presence made things easier for you, was also tasked with going on runs sometimes and you never left her side on those occasions.

There was one man in particular that caught your attention though.

Daryl couldn’t be more different from you. He was a redneck, a hunter and expert bowman, kept to himself, but wasn’t scared to speak his mind, get confrontational, even if it meant being hated. It all started as simple admiration, you strived to be worthy like him. You didn’t understand why everybody in the group barely tolerated him: sure, he could be somewhat hostile sometimes, but you could easily see the heart of gold hiding underneath the aggressive facade. He always shared the preys he hunted and he was skilled at shooting down walkers with his crossbow, defending the group on multiple occasions.

One day, while out on a run and paired together, you got swarmed by a herd. Daryl led you through endless alleys and helped you jump fences till you got to safety.

“T’was close,” he huffed, sweat beading on his forehead. You took one good look at him while he was distracted checking the surroundings: you shouldn’t have. That was the moment you noticed just how attractive he actually was, his arms were strong, his muscles flexed as he reloaded the crossbow with ease, the dust collecting on his dark shirt contrasted with his glistening skin. His scruffy look was charming. And after that day you never stopped stealing glances at him.

Your eyes found him with ease every night around the campfire, glancing at him in the dim light of the ambers, the orange hues made his features look somewhat softer. You wondered why he still wore that jackass sleeveless shirt even in the chilly October night breeze. Not that you minded.

Whenever he came back from runs on his motorcycle he looked almost like a god, the sun made his skin shine like gold, his hair tangled from the wind. His hands held the handlebar with ease, his biceps flexed when the bike came to a halt, you were mesmerised when he effortlessly slung his crossbow on one shoulder and the supply bag on the other.

Your heart jumped when, on the few occasions you did laundry, your hands found his bloodstained shirts, soaked with the smell of freshly turned earth, gasoline from his bike and cigarette smoke. You played with the fraying hem, thinking about him. Thinking about his skilled hands, the ease with which he skinned the preys he caught, the thrilled glint in his eyes after escaping walkers, how calm he looked when he was aiming his crossbow, the curve of his lips when he let a smug grin take over after getting a kill.

You never dared getting close. It wasn’t hard to understand that Daryl didn’t like people. He always kept to himself, interacting only with his older brother Merle, sometimes fighting, his tent sat distant from the rest of the group. Even when you were on runs, he barely talked, and it was only about the task at hand. It wasn’t too bad most days, but sometimes it became excruciating. But then again, Daryl was almost never at camp, always out hunting: you wouldn’t even have the time to make a move on him.

You always kept your distance, watching him attentively from afar, being careful of not getting caught. Was it twisted to want to be caught, hoping he’d take the hint and make the first move? You didn’t want to approach him first, sure that he would reject you. So watching him was the only thing you could do.

It got to the point that, whenever you got paired with Daryl to go on runs and you tried talking more, your nerves got the best of you. It was a bad habit of yours, hiding nervousness with rude remarks. You could only spit out mean words when you talked. In some sick way, you thought that riling him up would at least make him pay attention to you, which was better than being ignored while staring at him from afar.

You would bicker constantly, he would chew you out when you couldn’t fight off walkers all on your own, yet you would notice his gaze lowering from your eyes to your chest, barely covered by the lowest cut tank top you could find that day, that you purposely wore to hopefully get some reaction from him.

One time you were fiddling with some loose bullets shells, lying on the counter of a shoddy convenience store, while waiting for Daryl to break the lock that sealed the entrance to the warehouse.

“Can you just hurry up?” you whined.

“Come do it yerself if ya want it done so badly then,” he snarled back. “Don’t fuckin’ piss me off already.”

You groaned, deciding to leave it alone while mentally cursing yourself for even bringing it up. What reaction were you even expecting? He was right to be angry anyway, you were probably annoying him on top of being unhelpful.

Lost in thought, you almost didn’t even hear the loud clang that some cans made when you accidentally hit them.

“Could ya be any more stupid? Ya wanna attract a herd here or what?”

“Just shut the fuck up, it was an accident,” you bit your tongue.

The tension eased when you finally got into the warehouse and picked up enough supplies to last a week, you even managed to kill off a couple of walkers all by yourself. You secretly hoped that Daryl saw that, you wished he was impressed by your skills, but he said nothing about it. That day you left with a couple more purple hued bruises and a chest heavy with unease.

Daryl did see that though. He didn’t tell you but he thought you looked pretty damn hot too, sweaty from the Georgia heat, expertly stabbing them with your knife, without hesitation. He swears he doesn’t, but he steals glances at you from time to time. More often than he would like to admit. But he can’t help it when you look so pretty doing anything, effortlessly. In his eyes, you’re the coolest chick he’s ever met, always standing your ground, unapologetic and unafraid to speak your mind. Everyday, he wakes up hoping you’ll come to him and have something nice to say, but all he gets is snarky remarks on those rare occasions you’re with him. He starts believing you hate him, which makes things worse when he overhears him defending him from the others.

“He’s always so grumpy, like, okay we get it, you’re a lone wolf or whatever, but at least be nice about it.”

“Shut up, he’s actually kind. Maybe you just don’t deserve it,” your voice is like music to his ears. He actually blushed a little at your acknowledgment. He knew you had good judgment but this still managed to surprise him. He felt a little lighter that day, and the days following, knowing you had his back even if he didn’t ask you to.

He decided that it’s impossible that he likes you. Better yet, you don’t like him for sure, so it’s just better for him to ignore the topic at hand. That’s the only way he can get a wink of sleep at night, otherwise your face just won’t leave his thoughts. So he convinces himself that you hate his guts, and he doesn’t like you either, it’s settled. He can go back to thinking how his hunt will go tomorrow.

Until he finds himself stuck in the backseat of a tiny ass car, with you by his side and walkers snarling all around the vehicle.

It was supposed to be a quick run, scavenging a couple houses he found on his latest hunt, they looked untouched and he thought he could find supplies there. But on that day, a bunch of walkers came storming from out of the woods all around, and with the house still some yards away, your best choice was hopping in the car to come up with a plan.

You brought your knees up in front your face, hands laying on your leather boots, “so what now?”

There was — surprisingly — no irritation in your voice, you sounded more worried than anything.

“We can make a quick exit maybe,” he mumbled, “you try distractin’ ‘em and I shoot ‘em.”

“No, that’s too risky. I probably can’t even make it two inches from here before they get me,” you replied, checking the window on your side. Glancing at you, Daryl got an idea.

“Do ya think we can get them if we lower the windows jus’ a crack?”

“I mean, maybe, I guess we can try. We can roll them up if things get ugly,” you grabbed the handle. Thank God they were manual.

“On my count, ‘kay?” he shoots you a complicit look, before counting down.

The glass was painted crimson from the blood spilling at the hands of your blade. You lurched back when the walkers manage to get their fingers through the crack, feeling Daryl’s leather clothed back flush against your own.

You breathed a sigh of relief when the last walker fell down.

You turned to look at Daryl, his face mere inches from yours.

“We never speak of this again, do ya hear?” he whispered, his bated breath fanning your lips, making your blood rise up to your face. You simply nodded, too shaken by his proximity. You didn’t want him to notice the heartthrob in your voice, nor see the blush that painted your cheeks.

Some rotten wooden fence posts stood between you and the porch. The halls were quiet, except from the persistent creaking of the floorboards beneath your soles.

A few walkers lingered in the living room, but Daryl quickly took care of them. You heard the thumps of bodies hitting the furniture, lamps and other objects falling on the ground and shattering. You rushed to check on him, and your intuition was right, because he was standing there, heavy breaths shaking his shoulders, holding his wrist.

“Are you okay?” you asked, barely whispering.

“Yeah, don’t worr- ouch.”

“Here, let me see,” you extended your hand, signalling him to let you check the extent of his injury.

Your eyes widened when you saw the red gash, vibrant on his skin, “how the fuck did this happen?”

“One of ‘em sons of bitches had a knife,” Daryl felt his skin burn where your fingers were touching him. Your dainty hand held his arm like it was the most fragile and precious thing in the world. He liked this aspect of you, despite being so strong and fierce, you couldn’t help but be delicate with anything you did.

“Let me patch you up. There must be something here, I’ll check the bathroom,” your nerves were making you shake when you realised your hand was still holding his.

“Nah, I’m okay, don’t need ya to fix anythin’,” he muttered, barely audible over the clanking of pills bottles in the cabinet you were already rummaging through.

“Shut up and just let me take care of you,” you came back with your loot: an half empty bottle of disinfectant and some band-aids. “This is all that was left.”

The swaying of the linen curtains in the breeze was the only background noise enveloping the moment. The disinfectant stung like a bitch and Daryl even flinched a little, which made you chuckle. He could be so childlike sometimes, even in endearing ways, and he probably didn’t even realise.

“Here you go, almost as new,” you asserted proudly, inspecting your pretty decent work. Daryl took a peek at his hand, now covered in probably more band-aids he had ever used in his whole life, “thanks, I guess.”

He stood up, eyes zeroing in on yours.

“It’s okay, you know, to need a little help sometimes,” you mumbled. What the fuck had gotten into you, spitting out sappy crap like that? Get a hold of yourself, damn.

“What the hell are ya sayin’?” yeah, even Daryl was utterly confused now.

“Nothing, it’s just… you’re always on your own, I think you could ask for help sometimes, I’m here if you ever need anything,” your mind was in the gutter, you felt your brain turn into literal mush from how small the distance between you and the man was. His eyes were carefully scanning your face, but you couldn’t hold the eye contact anymore, deciding instead to stare at the room behind him.

“Why d’ya even care?” was he fucking stupid?

“Are you fucking stupid? Do I need a reason to care about a member of my group?” you immediately but your tongue, there you go again with the attitude.

The distance seemed to grow smaller, you could feel the earthy essence emanating from his skin, with a hint of blood underneath. Your eyes fused to his.

“Yer the first one to do so,” his voice was barely a whisper at this point.

“Maybe it’s cause I fucking like you?” fuck. That was the moment you realised you were totally, completely fucked. You didn’t want to confess. For a plethora of reasons, starting with the age gap, which you for sure didn’t mind, but were worried he cared about, and ending with the fact you convinced yourself that he did dislike you. How were you even going to face him after today?

“Forget it,” you scooted back, trying to get away from the awkwardness that permeated the now stuffy room.

“Say that again,” his commanding tone still managed to get you hot and bothered.

“I like you okay? But please just- forget it. Let’s get the job done and head back.”

Broken glass creaked under his soles as he took a step closer to you, eliminating the distance between your bodies. He grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently. “I can’t fuckin’ believe this,” another feathery kiss, before letting go of your fingers, “I thought ya hated me or somethin’.”

“Yeah, I get why you’d think that,” you lowered your head, “still, I can’t believe you didn’t know I liked you, I thought it couldn’t be more obvious.”

“I had my suspicions, just couldn’t believe it, is all,” his voice was soft, joy spilling through, not even trying to hide it, “such a pretty girl like you. Couldn’t wrap my mind ‘round it.”

“Daryl,” you whispered, receiving a hum from him as a response, “can I kiss you?”

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

[hyuneskkami]

❪ ⭑ ❫ starlight: chapter 2───lee know.

02. black cat… cats! plural.

ꕀ cw. mentions of dizziness due to exhaustion , lots of nicknames , being called ‘baby’ , hinting at hyunlix ; wc. 1.07k

the next morning, I woke up to a bunch of texts from my manager, explaining when the collab stage would be, and its theme.

we were collaborating for day 2 of our concerts in tokyo, since we had the same dates for our tour in japan, and were set to play in the same location for day 2.

the collab stage in japan was set for next month, which meant we had just that long to plan, learn, and rehearse. it also meant that I could spend a whole month with my best friends, ‘professionally’.

(though hyunjin was slightly sad that we’d have to postpone our hangout in paris as well as our concerts in paris (to focus on the collab), he was very happy that it meant I could spend a whole month with them.)

starting tomorrow, I was told that i’d be given a room at the skz dorms to live with them, and I was so excited about it, I finished packing all my stuff in an hour.

after that, the ride to the jype building was quite short. I rolled out my twin suitcases, paid the taxi driver, and entered the building to meet the boys.

I immediately dropped the handle of my suitcases and ran to chan when I saw him. he embraced me in a tight hug, which could only be described as a bear hug.

“channie hyung! I can’t— breathe—”

“y/n-ah! you’re finally here!” he said, loosening his grip around me.

“when do we start practice?” I asked, eyes wide with excitement.

“oh baby, you’re so hyper, hm? let’s meet up with rest of the boys first,” he hummed. he took my suitcases with him, and we talked till we reached the room where they had been practicing.

as soon as I opened the door, jeongin came running and bumped into me.

“noona! you’re finally here!” he screamed into my ear, hugging me as we both fell onto the floor.

“iyyenah! I missed you, my little baby,” I cooed.

han pulled us up, and detached jeongin from my arms so he could hug me too.

“n/n-ah, it’s been too long! do you just come for hyunjin and ayen? not for us?” han asked, making doe eyes at me. more like, boba eyes.

I pinched his cheek in response, smiling. “don’t worry hanji, i’ll be with you guys for the entire next month, so you can’t get rid of me easily then.”

chan clapped his hands to draw attention. “y/n’s going to be staying at the dorms with us, starting today. so i’m expecting that you guys will at least try to behave a little decently.”

they were anything but decent.

over the next few days, while I got settled in the dorms, I saw many unspeakable things: ramen on the couch, shirtless men walking around, seungmin being a menace, butt-hunter lee know, and chan being bullied by all the others. I wish I could sell this content to STAYs and become rich, ugh.

I had gotten closer with changbin due to our shared love for working out, and with seungmin because we both simply loved annoying everyone together (han complained about having two seungmins ‘as if one wasn’t enough’).

the only one that didn’t fit into my grand scheme of things was lee know. from the first second we laid our eyes on each other, we started bickering.

“yah! y/n! can you take your weird slippers away from here? it’s blocking my way,” he said, rolling his eyes. speak of the devil.

“move them yourself,” I grumbled back from my spot on the couch, where I was sitting to watch some anime with felix.

for many years (since our debuts), fans of both stray kids and my music, constantly theorised about how similar lee know and I were. I did do my research on it (obviously) too. my tasteful analysis and conclusions revealed that he was… amazing. I liked his style, his dance, his personality, everything.

the problem was, those side-by-side dance comparison videos made by fans actually made sense. we did have the same dance style. and the exact same personality, apparently.

and that is exactly why we started bickering. our dynamic just made sense if we were like that. not like I have a problem, because it’s actually fun and entertaining most of the time (there were complains of having two lee know’s too, now).

“she’s such a black cat!” jeongin said.

“black cat… cats! plural. both lee know and her,” chan added.

soon enough, we had only two weeks before the collab stage. we had surprisingly finished all practices already, and just had to rehearse now.

vocal practices were always fun in rooms with air conditioning, and while I loved the dance practices with a bickering lee know and god-knows-what-they-are hyunjin and felix, I would definitely have preferred not to be drenched in sweat by the end of practice everyday.

it was our last day practicing at the jype building, since chan told us we’d be flying to japan tonight. apparently, our managers wanted us to ‘officially’ announce the collab via a vlog in tokyo.

hyunjin and felix had decided to head back to the dorms early to start packing. lee know and I stayed for a final practice, since we had both already finished and had our suitcases ready.

halfway through the dance, black spots began to cloud my vision. I felt my body sway a little slower, and it felt like marbles were rolling inside my brain. either I was hallucinating, or lee know was looking smaller and looked like he was much farther away.

is this because of the three-hours-per-day sleep schedule? or something else?

I tried to push through to finish the practice, but I felt myself falling. strong arms wrapped around my waist before I fell to the floor, saving me from a concussion.

ah, my hero, of course. lee know.

“y/n? Y/N? where’s your water bottle— nevermind, just take mine,” lee know spoke fast, half-dragging half-walking me to the chair near his bag. he helped me sit down, and shifted around to get his bottle.

I felt his hand open my mouth and water was poured into my mouth, some of it dripping down, as my head was against the wall.

he closed the bottle, and moved me so I could rest my head on his lap, and dabbed at the drops of water running down my mouth with the sleeve of his jacket.

“why can’t you just rest enough, n/n,” he whispered. “you always get me so worried.” he stroked his fingers gently through my hair, and the dizziness slowly turned into sleep.

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[sacred3ugene]

speak without talking, oh to see without my eyes

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here you'll be able to read; x female reader, x male reader and x reader

the male characters i'll write for as of now will be; rafe cameron, eugene allerton, william lee ( daniel criag ), elio perlman and nate jacobs ( jacob elordi )

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[the-coincidence-child]

ASLAN'S BLOOD [IN DEPTH]

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

"The half breed boy with the smell of a misleading berry on a poison bush, one bite from one and your already finished."

WARNING- BLOOD (obv), GOREY(?), KIDNAPPING.

AUTHOURS NOTE- Basic run down, this is a explanation of Aslan's blood as he was born a half breed vampire n human. Basic explanation of Aslan's favourite tactic of escaping danger is misleading his victims, letting them drink his blood and watch as they fall to their knees and die. My sweet lil boy <3 ANYWAY ENJOY

FANFIC/SCENARIO AT THE END.

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

★ꕀ Aslan is already some what small for a 11yr old. Not too short but rather skinny and meek looking, one look and you'd think you'd be able to take him down just like that. But if that's what you think then you're already wrong on so many different levels.

★ꕀ While yes you're right, he isn't as strong as his uncles or father. He definitly can not take down a full breed creature with using just violence and weapons. But his blood can, with just one lick your entire body is filled with a sharp pain in every vein in your body.

THE TASTE

★ꕀ It starts off as a bitter flavour, within a minute your taste buds feel sour tingly sensation all over. Once it stains your throat it thickens up chocking you and as you cough for air you can't tell if it's yours or his blood coming out, then it quickly goes swims like tad poles in a stream through your veins you'll feel a slight shock for a moment, then the pain comes in. It'd feel like knives cutting you open but from the inside, mainly in your neck-arms-stomach. Once the process has finally ran through your body enough, you'll begin to feel a sharp numbing as you fall to your death. Your hearing goes quiet as the only thing you can hear are the loud noises of your heart give out on you.

Then you die.

THE SMELL

★ꕀ It looks quick but the feeling feels so very slow. Now wouldn't his poisons blood have a odder? Like one close to a zombie, how would he be able to trick people into drinking it in the first place? Now you may think that but remember he was BORN a half breed didn't die and become one.

★ꕀ It's misleading for a reason. His blood has a sweet smell, like freshly cooked raspberry desert that just doesn't have the greatest taste. When he has a cut his scent can run like wild fire, spreading across the entire manner. It's almost a bit too sickly sweet, and depending on how he feels the smell can even change itself. From sweet to savoury and even a minty smell. However it tends to stay sweet. It makes it easier to lead people in this way.

THE COLOUR

★ꕀ It looks somewhat normal at first, but when you look deeper at it it's a lot darker then a average red colour, and it's incredibly thick and not runny at all. It's very mahogany.

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

SCENARIO [Aslan gets kidnapped.]

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

"Asshole..!!" He shouts at the man as he tried to wiggle out of the ropes that confided his little body. The rope pinching and giving him slivers. Aslan needs to learn that maybe walking out alone at this time isn't a great idea, there was plenty of creeps and the vampire hunters his grandfather sent after him loaming out during the cold night. "Ugh..!!" He groaned as he was thrown onto the concrete floor.

The older man giggled, his staff in hand. His smile was all the more troubling to Aslan, when he got a better look at the man's face he realized that this person was one of 'Tougo Sakamaki's' workers. He was rich that's for sure, but it was easy to tell that he was just trying to over throw him in his position in the republican world. Oh course.. Aslan always needs to be caught up in the family business that has literally nothing to do with him. His eyes scrunch up as he watches the man rub his hands together.

"Fufu..~! Once I send a picture to Tougo letting him know I have his little grandchild he'll have to give up his position and give it to me instead." Aslan looked at him as if he had two heads, it did startle him a bit when he said grandchild. That's not really public that he's Karl's grandchild but seriously did he really think he that all he needed to do was this? He's more stupid then looks to think that Karl would really give a shit about him. He scoffs. "Are you stupid..? Do you seriously think your gonna get rich from him giving you just one position? Please he has more jobs and stuff. He'll always have more then you."

"Shut your trap kid. I didn't bring you here to be a smart mouth, now.. Hmph..!!" Aslan squealed as he was being lifted up into the air from the air, hanging from the ceiling. "I don't care about allat, I just need the money. And you're my one way ticket to that.. Now smile!" A big flash went off, Aslan closes his eyes from the blinding light as the man took two or more photo's of him.

"Tut..! Who the hell uses those kind of camera's anymore huh? Are we in the 60s still? Damn you must really need that money if you're using that old rusty thing." He said in snarky tone.

"(..It's obivous I can't get out this ropes the noughts are too well done and it's way to tight right now.. I can't fight my way out of this. I'm gonna have to see if this man is just as sad as he looks in order to do the other plan.. Phew... This really is a pain.)" He thought, in a almost sarcastic way he rolled his eyes listening to the man gloat about how rich he'll be within the next few hours. That gave him some time to loosen the rope around his body but not loosen them enough where he'd fall. "You know I've seen pigs get food more successfully, hehe.. I was gonna compare you to one but that'd be a bit insulting..." He pauses. "To the animal at least." He grinned however it was quickly wiped off with a big hit to his cheek, the diamond staff cutting it open.

The fruity sensation filled the chamber room, "Haah.." A heavy breath fell from the man's lips as the smell hit his nose digging it's way inside his nose they found themselves edging the tip of his taste buds. "Y-you smell.. You smell incredible..!!" He shouts, seems Aslan's plan might be going into the right direction. "Haha.. Hahaha..!! Seems I've got into something deeper, I should show these pictures to him tell him I'll give you back but then run away with you the minute I get the position!!" He began heaving, like a dog in heat. The thought made Aslan sick to his stomach, being used like a tool. No chance no way in hell he thinks.

He flinches when the man steps closer. His body grows tense his fake fear was almost too real, grabbing his face pulling it up to show the very deep cut on his left cheek. "Sick bastard.." He mumbled. "But.. I guess you have a little taste, because you little plan isn't going to go very far."

"Hoh? Such confidence, I like you kid. You're perfect little meal for me to feast on." Kneeling down, he inhales more of Aslan's smell before licking up the dripping red gush, "Nn.. Cough.. It's.. Bitter? What the hell is this voodoo---" A loud thumb was heard, his own heart beat reacted to quickly to it even Aslan heard it. "Gwaaahh..!!" His screams became rasp the more amount of seconds past by, his veins appeared all over his body they were now red the mans neck turning pink as he scratched and scratched hoping to ease the excruciating pain. Coughing up who knows who blood he drops to his knees hands on his neck his agonizing pleads could break down the walls around them, even this whole house.

And as it all happened, Aslan watched it dead faced his crimson eyes shining and glowing bring light to the room. He watched like a snake does from far away his body still like a statue. And as the man finally gives out, his final eye contact being with his sharp eyes he finally dies dropping to the floor Aslan closes his eyes for a second from the loud THUMB. He very nonchalantly manages to wiggle out of the ropes dropping he shakes his body before wiping his blood stained face. "Gross.. I got man spit on me." He moves the old guy on his back looking through his pockets in search of a key, and to his excitement he grabs the many keys from his pocket, and also finding himself some gum. "I told you. Wasn't going your way."

Popping a few in his mouth he drops the container to the ground as he blows a bubble in his mouth running to the door unlocking it, the young boy runs away escaping the mansion successfully.

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

-END-

[huntermcgill]

ꕀ ᐝ 𖠳   ryan gosling, cis man, he/him 𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ  ‷ heads up ; if you hear CHAMPAGNE SUPERNOVA by OASIS blaring, it’s most likely HUNTER MCGILL making their way down the shore ! they’re 40 years old and celebrate their birthday on 06/03 - i knew they were a/an GEMINI ! especially since they’re very CHARISMATIC and STUBBORN TRAIT. they are from MONTREAL, CANADA, staying in SUN RETREAT and are currently working as a PLASTIC SURGEON, here at the cape. they always did remind me of highlighted passages in books, blasting music late at night, and the guilty pleasure of watching cheesy 00s rom-coms

basic information.

full name: hunter mcgill

gender & pronouns: cis man, he/him

place of birth: montreal, canada

age & birthday: 40, june 3rd, 1983

area of residence: sun retreat

occupation: plastic surgeon

summary.

growing up in a modest montreal neighborhood, hunter mcgill defied limited expectations with an unmatched intellect and mischievous spirit, offering him the choice to become either his family's shining prodigy or its unconventional outlier. his yearning to escape a turbulent family situation led to academic excellence and a prestigious scholarship to princeton university. after graduation, he left a stable job on wall street to volunteer for the united nations in guatemala, where he discovered the need for plastic surgeons and decided to pursue a medical career. amidst a blossoming love story, an opportunity with doctors without borders forced him to choose between his passion for helping others and his personal life. embarking on a four-year journey to different corners of the world, he made a lasting impact before settling as a plastic surgeon in cape may, yet always yearning to venture abroad once more.

background.

trigger warning: alcoholism

growing up in a modest montreal neighborhood, where limited expectations prevailed, could have easily led hunter mcgill to accept the few opportunities life presented him. he appeared destined for an ordinary existence, but hidden within this young boy was an unmatched intellect and a mischievous spirit, offering him the choice to either become the family's shining prodigy or its unconventional outlier.

his yearning to escape the life he knew became his way of coping with the turbulent instability of his family situation, characterized by a hardworking mother juggling two jobs and an often absent alcoholic father. uncertainty wrapped itself around his high school experience, but it also provided the stage for him to finally put his intellect to good use.

as an exceptional student, hunter earned an esteemed scholarship to a prestigious academy, where he not only excelled academically but also emerged as a leader, captaining both the swimming and soccer teams. despite his academic pursuits, he remained grounded, dedicating every afternoon to work at a supermarket, diligently saving money with the hope of funding his university education.

with a gradual yet determined shift in his life's trajectory, the young man's fortune took a definitive turn for the better when an acceptance letter arrived. the enticing offers from other universities paled in comparison to the words that greeted him: "dear hunter: congratulations! it is with great pleasure that i offer you admission to the class of 2001 at princeton university."

while his mother and siblings celebrated the news with joy, his father's response was less enthusiastic. he retorted dryly, "princeton? people like us don't go to those fancy schools." undeterred, the young man packed his life's belongings into two bags, bidding farewell to canada as he set his sights on new jersey.

at twenty-two, freshly graduated from college, he found himself engulfed in the anonymity of the bustling city, where countless workers commuted daily from high-rise apartments to towering glass office buildings. armed with an economics degree, he ventured to new york and secured a position at an investment management firm. however, it didn't take long for him to realize that wall street wasn't the right fit for him. fueled by a desire for meaningful experiences, he took a brave step and left behind a stable and profitable job to volunteer for the united nations.

his journey led him to guatemala, where he spent nearly a year and discovered the dire lack of plastic surgeons available to assist trauma and congenital deformity victims. this profound realization prompted a life-changing decision, and he made up his mind seemingly overnight to pursue a medical career, setting his sights on attending med school in palo alto.

during his residency, he unexpectedly encountered a woman who swiftly captured his heart, and they began dating. this relationship proved to be unlike any he had experienced before, as his focus had always been dedicated to his professional life, leaving little room for lasting connections. despite sensing potential challenges from the outset, his youthful optimism and love blinded him to the red flags, and he eventually proposed to her. as the wedding approached, however, doubts clouded his thoughts, and anxiety grew within him.

in the midst of this emotional turmoil, a significant opportunity arose just a day before they were to finalize their wedding venue. he received an intriguing proposal to embark on a two-year journey with doctors without borders, allowing him to fulfill his true calling—the reason he had initially chosen to become a doctor. this decision posed a profound dilemma, as he had inadvertently neglected his personal life while pursuing his career ambitions. the stakes were higher now; this wasn't merely a random fling but his fiancée, someone he deeply cared for and loved. the gravity of the choice before him weighed heavily on his heart.

everything was set for the big day – invitations sent, her dress undergoing final alterations, and the perfect venue chosen. the anticipation was building, promising a wonderfully sappy celebration. but fate had other plans when gaza came calling. an urgent need for a plastic surgeon altered everything. instead of walking down the aisle, he hastily booked a one-way trip to tel aviv, from where he would venture into gaza. unable to face the heartbreak of breaking the news to his fiancée, he left her a heartfelt letter, and that was the last communication she received from him.

over the course of four intense years, hunter's journey took him to various corners of the world – jordan, ukraine, and zimbabwe. the experiences etched into his soul, leaving a lasting impact. despite lingering remorse for how he left his fiancée, he holds no regrets for the life-changing path he chose. recently, he returned to his homeland for his father's funeral, and as he was supposed to head to serbia, a former colleague extended an intriguing invitation – to take part in a pilot study in new jersey.

embracing the tranquil charm of cape may, hunter now leads a stable career at a hospital, primarily performing cosmetic surgeries. however, his heart is set on venturing abroad once the study is completed.

wanted connections.

ex-fiancée: i'm gonna post a wanted connection but overall, hunter and her were engaged and just days from getting married when he decided to take a job offer abroad and pretty much left her with nothing but a letter explaining his reasons.

work related: hunter is a plastic surgeon at the local hospital, he's currently working mostly on cosmetic surgeries (which he's not a fan of it). anyway, so this could be other doctors, nurses or patients.

drinking buddies: they call each other when they want to have a good time. while they are friends, they mostly hang out to get drunk and rarely talk about feelings or their problems. it’s an easy going friendship, hunter enjoys spending time with your muse.

fwb: maybe your muse is slowly becoming someone he trusts outside of the bedroom but it all started as a no strings attached relationship. 

you've got mail: maybe they matched on tinder but they really haven’t met each other for whatever reason but they speak often online, it could also not be on tinder and idk maybe it’s an anon things like text to wrong number idk. 

enemies: personalities clash all the time and it’s especially true with these two. after all, hunter can be self-righteous and arrogant at times. It’s not that they’re enemies or rivals; they simply don’t like each other.

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PINE RIDGE // 18+ Small Town Vampire RP

18+ │ 90s Themed │ ERP │ Slice of Life │ Vampires + Hunters

Pine Ridge is a quiet town tucked away in the farthest corner of Nowhere, Wisconsin. And when we say "quiet," we mean small. Nearly too small to be considered a town at all. A single winding road runs through the place, lined with decaying businesses and a handful of dilapidated bars. The air is perpetually thick with fog, and the sky always seems to hang heavy and gray, casting an eerie glow over cracked streets, buzzing street lamps, and the potholes that never seem to be fixed.

For years, Pine Ridge has been haunted—though not by the usual ghosts. Beneath its sleepy surface, a hidden population of vampires lives among the townsfolk, trying to carve out lives for themselves in the shadows. Some humans know of them, some don't, but the rift between believers and nonbelievers runs deep, pulling families and neighbors apart.

And all around town, groups of vampire hunters have taken it upon themselves to "save" Pine Ridge from what they see as a dangerous threat. The vampires mostly ignore them, though there have been a few close calls when hunters have caught wind of their presence. You can take your pick—join a nest, become a leader, a loyal ally, or even a rogue wandering the outskirts—but there's one rule that can never be broken: never speak of the vampires out loud.

In this town, secrecy is everything. Will you protect it? Or will you be the one to spill the truth to the hunters?

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[the-coincidence-child]

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

Nonverbal RP Starters

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

'Aslan, my boy.' He was picking white lilies from the ground. He'd wondered off further into the bright white hued forest away from his cabin in search for some berries. He thought he would make things fancy by picking flowers. His head shooting up when he heard the sound of his name being called. "..Hmm..?"

"Aslan.. Come find me..!" The lady's voice called out. Aslan stands up, looking around the beautiful scenery. He listened for the voice that was calling for him. 'Aslan..! My baby boy come find me.' He'd recognized that tone, maybe that not the sound of the speaker but that tone, they way this women said his name. He remembers it all too well.

"Mom..!!" Aslan shouts. Finally seeing a figure off into the distant hiding behind trees, arms out looking as though they are about to hold him with the sweetest, most entrusting embrace. It made his heart pound in complete utter excitement. His child self couldn't help but run as quickly as he could, shouting out for her as she shouted back, running father and father. But the he ran the more the forest changed to be cold, moldy, and rotten. "Mom..! I'm right here I found you..!!" When it seemed as though he got right close to her, her arms fell down a frown now plastered on her face. Beginning to look frightened she whimpered, looking behind Aslan she let out a loud loud scream before running away. "..Huh... Wait don't leave me alone..! Come back!!" He yelled out for her, but she was already gone. But for some reason her screams were right in his ear almost as if it were being played in headphones. He heard grouting noises behind him, feeling the presence of to what seemed to be a bigger species, he turned around but it only was a human man a vampire hunter no less, with a cross bow the size of a lion and a loud heartbeat. He screamed but all that came out was black smoke, and nothing else. The man bolted towards him the crossbow about to shoot but before it hit him he——

"Gwwaaaahhh...!!" He woke up. Sweaty and warm feeling incredibly shitty. His breath was uneasy he seemed to be having a tiny panic attack. He swallows thick spit before letting out another breath, sitting up he realizes he's not in the addict, but the living room on the couch, he must of passed out after here. He did have another rough day, he was scolded once again for fighting all together it was a little more stressful then usual. Subaru and him even argued more recently.

"Haah... Haaah... Hah.. Cough.." Feeling another presence about to reach out for his shoulder, he more quickly almost like it was fully on instinct grabbed his gun from underneath his uniform with no hesitation pointed it at the said person, turning off the safety button in the process. The whole mansion was about to hear a loud 'BOOM' but today that wasn't going to be the case.

Because it was little miss Sharon who was faced before teary Aslan.

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

{ @strawberry--bride }

[the-coincidence-child]

CHARACTER INSPO [Aslan Sakamaki]

-Character elaboration-

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

Ray [The promised neverland]

★ꕀ Ray was 100% the main inspiration for Aslan’s design and personality. Both of them are have cold logic, and are snarky. The two share the same ideals, and emotions on people risking their lives the two will often lose their temper about it or will be left dumbfounded. Aslan is a very brutally honest and blunt person, which definitely was inspired by Ray. Something I as well took from Ray was his intelligence and ability to manipulate people. As Aslan is a very manipulative person and incredibly intelligent/logical.

As for his Ray’s design. When I first watched TPN I thought “this is my idea on how Subaru’s son would be”. I loved the idea and I started making it.

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

Killua Zoldyck [HUNTER X HUNTER]

★ꕀ While Killua wasn’t as much as a inspiration as Ray was. He definitely would have a part to play when I got inspired by Killua’s cheekiness and his playfulness. While Aslan may not seem entirely playful, he’s definitely cheeky and very mischievous. I like to believe that Killua was the big inspiration for Aslan’s childlike side.

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

Cardamon [BEE AND PUPPY CAT]

★ꕀ Cardamon was I believe a second inspired character for Aslan. Cardamon was what gave me the idea for Aslan’s backstory on both of their mothers being asleep, as oeginally Aslan’s mother Emi was supposed to be not dead but in a long sleep in a garden full of lilies until I completely scraped the idea. Cardamon and Aslan are both very serious and mature kids, Cardamon inspired Aslan’s want to be responsible, mature. Aka his need to get older quicker.

For Aslan’s design, I liked the idea of him being very blank and dead faced. While still holding that “I hate u” kinda face. Which was heavily inspired from Cardamon.

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

Genya Shinazugawa [DEMON SLAYER]

★ꕀGenya inspired me to make Aslan violent. While Aslan is appears to be more well mannered and slightly polite, Aslan is a fairly violent person when he wants to be. Genya and Aslan both share similar insecurities of being weak and Genya often wanting his brother Sanemi’s attention and acceptance, as Aslan does for Subaru. Both Sanemi and Genya inspired my idea on Aslan.

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

Kota Izumi [MY HERO ACADEMIA]

★ꕀ Both his Design and personality reminded me of Aslan. Kota was what made me get more deeper into making Aslan this bitter person who hates humans. Both distance themselves from people and show much hatred for things that ended up killing their parent (s). Hence why I ended up making Aslan incredibly bitter towards people and Subaru. Both are very grumpy and incredibly cold to those around them.

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

Koyomi Araragi [MONOGATARI]

★ꕀ He was the one who completed Aslan’s design and such as a whole. Especially to how Aslan looks when he’s 16. Both are the type of people to be “if someone I care about is hurt then I am hurt as well.” Both do not enjoy abusing their powers and want to help those around them.

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

IN CONCLUSION

★ꕀ Aslan was then officially made when I saw these shows, if you decide to look deeper into his character design or character who can be able to see where I took attributes of all 6 of these characters.

[huntermcgill]

featuring …

ꕀ ᐝ 𖠳   ryan gosling, cis man, he/him 𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ  ‷ heads up ; if you hear CHAMPAGNE SUPERNOVA by OASIS blaring, it’s most likely HUNTER MCGILL making their way down the shore ! they’re 40 years old and celebrate their birthday on 06/03 - i knew they were a/an GEMINI ! especially since they’re very CHARISMATIC and STUBBORN TRAIT. they are from MONTREAL, CANADA, staying in SUN RETREAT and are currently working as a PLASTIC SURGEON, here at the cape. they always did remind me of highlighted passages in books, blasting music late at night, and the guilty pleasure of watching cheesy 00s rom-coms.

—  𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚌𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚕•  forty •  plastic surgeon  •  ryan gosling .

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[the-coincidence-child]

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀASLAN INFOꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

:General info:

NAME- Aslan Sakamaki.

IN KANJI- 明守蘭 スバル

BIRTHDAY- August 2nd

AGE- 11 (physically however is speculated to be 100+ years old)

STATUS- Alive

RACE- Half human, half vampire

GENDER- MALE, he/him

ETHNICITY- Japanese

HEIGHT- 150 cm

BLOOD TYPE- A

HAIR COLOUR- Black, with two white stripes placed in his hair.

EYE COLOUR- Red.

OCCUPATION- 1st year middle school student.

Ryoutei Academy, middle school program.

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

-FAMILY MEMBERS-

SUBARU (Father)

EMI CHIHARU (mother)

KARLHEINZE (Grandfather)

CHRISTA (Grandmother)

MAMORU CHIHARU (Grandfather)

SHUU (Uncle)

REIJI (Uncle)

AYATO (Uncle)

KANATO (Uncle)

LAITO (Uncle)

KINO (Uncle (?) )

RICHTER (Great uncle)

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

-VOICE ACTORS (HEADCANNON)-

Japanese- Mariya Ise

ENGLISH DUB- Christina Valenzuela

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

-APPERANCE-

★ꕀ Aslan is a young boy with short black hair with two white stripes in the two front strands of his hair. His hair is cut unevenly with one little strand being longer then the rest. He has fairly pale white skin and deep red eyes just like Subaru's

In HAUNTED DARK BRIDAL Aslan wears a black vest with a white button up shirt, with black shorts. As well as some brown dress shoes showing his tight white socks. He is also seen with a necklace around his neck.

His SCHOOL UNIFORM is a white dress shirt buttoned all the way that has two little blood stains at the side of the collar as well as a little messed up tie, a black blazer, black vest, and black pants. As well as some black shoes. On his left forearm he has a little blue patch, to show that he is in the middle school program.

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

★ꕀPERSONALITYꕀ★

★ꕀ Aslan is said to be just like his father Subaru, a hot head who may need a anger management class. He tends to bottle up his fears and anger getting upset at little things someone does, until one little thing will happen and he will break and scream at everything around him. He's fairly quiet, and doesn't see the point in speaking unless he's spoken to.

He's fairly a bit more calmer then Subaru, when he's bothered by his uncles or kids at school he's seen to be able to maintain his emotions better then Subaru is able to. However if he's touched in a situation he is not afraid to get violent with not just objects but people.

He's explained to be a "tsudere type", specifically towards Yui as her caring and affection always ends in him getting embarrassed he will constantly tell her off when she's nice to him. Once he is warmed up to someone though, he is a lot more gentle and caring, and can sometimes act like a normal child once he lets his guard down.

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

★ꕀHISTORYꕀ★

★ꕀ In his first appearance, he was originally said to be the youngest brother of the Sakamaki family. Until Yui finally cracks the code that he is instead revealed to be Subaru's first son.

Aslan's mother "Emi Chiharu" was a sacrificial bride whom caught the eye and attention of Subaru. The two fell in love and ended up making love with each other. A few weeks later Emi found she was pregnant with Aslan, however at the same time her father Mamoru who is a known vampire hunter found her trying to bring her back. But due to the abusive history the two had Emi unsure of Subaru's safety, hers and the child growing inside her, packed her things leaving a note for Subaru and ran far away to get away from the mansion and her father.

She gave birth to Aslan, alone in a tiny, abandoned home continuing to raise him in there for the 4yrs of his life. Emi and Aslan had a strong bond with each other, Aslan even caring and taking care of his own mother, due to her poor mental health and physical health as well. Knowing how unaccepting the human world was of Aslan's kind, she did her best to keep him away from human contact. However, on lucky occasions she would walk with him in the village that was nearby them. However, upon a walk through the village a searcher who was sent to look for her by Mamoru, found her where abouts. Reporting back to her father. Mamoru and a search team came to get Emi, however upon finding Aslan and that he was a half breed. His anger took over and Aslan's mother was tortured then murdered in front of him. He wasn't saved either, originally supposed to be killed Karl came just in time to quickly save him. Karl brought him back with him, clothed him sending him off to live with the Sakamaki's. Where Subaru found out what happened with Emi, and that he now has a son. Even while being "safe" in the Sakamaki home, Emi's Father Mamoru hunts for him daily. Trying to kill him off so he doesn't breed his bloodline in the Chiharu bloodline.

Due to his trauma from recent events, he was unstable around the brothers. Learning who Subaru was and that he was his father brought him a rage that seemed unnormal for a young child like himself. Blaming him for his mothers death and that if he had just left her alone he wouldn't have been born and she'd still be alive. Looking at himself is a constant reminder that he was at 'fault' for her death. Due to Subaru's own trauma he was very unfit to raise him, and they never bonded or grew a loving relationship with each other. In fact Subaru neglected him quite a lot afraid of his ability to be a parent.

So Aslan grew up alone, becoming a cold and reserved person. Due to his mother keeping him away from human contact he is no good at making friends, or just interacting with people in general. With no one to support him, constant teasing from his uncles, a neglectful father whom he hates and argues with often. Aslan grew up to be a fairly violent, quite, untrust worthy person.

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

★ꕀRELATIONSHIPSꕀ★

Aslan's relationship with SUBARU is seen to be nonexistent and very complicated. The brothers say that they normally just tell other students and the school that the two are brothers to cause less concern over the fact that the two have such a strained relationship.

Subaru, while doing his best to avoid Aslan finds it in possible when Aslan is sent to middle school after his own highschool set up a middle school program. Causing the two to argue more with each other.

Aslan is seen throughout Subaru's route and his own to be mean and brutal towards Subaru. If he is able to, throwing insults his way or again if able to be hitting or throwing things at Subaru. However, this is said to be done because Aslan wants attention from Subaru. And that he secretly loves him. Which isn't far from the truth. He still blames him for his mothers own death, even though it's just internalized blame on himself. However that idea scares him so he put the blame on Subaru.

So you can see why he shows such annoyance when ever Yui and Subaru interact with each other. He fears that if he loves another women Subaru will completely forget about him and kick him to the side completely. Then he'd have no one at all, and end up all alone.

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

REIJI and Aslan have the best relationship with each other then anyone in the household. Aslan is seen impressed and admiring Reiji as a person and will even try and dress like him. Aslan once mentions to Yui that Reiji is the closes thing to a father figure to him.

-UNCLES-

Aslan is seen ignoring his uncles a lot. He gets away with it by hiding in the addict. But when he is down with them he deals with a lot of torment and bullying from them. The triplets for example doing it the most, will like to cause out burst from him, they even have a game called "like father like son" to see what reaction is most like Subaru. Most of his anxiety was caused by the triplets. So he does his very best to avoid them the most.

MUKAMI'S

Aslan likes RUKI a whole lot, when he saw him for the first time he was in awe by the scares on his neck, bracelets. Reiji got quite concerned when he said "that was the coolest thing someone has ever done to me" when the Mukami's flipped the car around, and Aslan saw the brothers there.

He admires him, however feeling off because the two are quite similar regardless. He doesn't openly say he likes him, but he does his best to treat him with respect even though he will get smart mouthy with him to 'assert dominance' show him he's not just some little kid. He writes about him a lot in his note book.

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Aslan dislikes KOU, his cheerful nature and two faced nature piss him off to no ends. However, he tends to find himself giggling when he see's how easily he can get Subaru flustered, upset. Even making prank plans with Kou to get a rise out of Subaru.

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Aslan acts very tough around YUMA, he doesn't care if he's plenty bigger then him. He has a very authority complex mindset, and wants people who look stronger then him to back off and to be respected by him, or for them to fear him. He doesn't show much interest to him besides trying to keep him from treating him like a kid.

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He's actually quite kind to AZUSA. He has made a few jokes about him being like a 'older brother' to him instead, jokingly calling him "lil brother" when he see's him.

★ꕀ༒︎ꕀ★

GRANDPARENTS

Aslan shows a lot of hatred to KARLHEINZE. Because he not only saved him but put him with the Sakamaki's. And in general sends a lot of unwanted things his way. They do have a sort of relationship with each other, but it's not the best nor a loving one.

Aslan thinks CHRISTA is weird. And honestly doesn’t like spending time with her nor being in her presence. The first time they met was by force from Karl-Heinz, Christa mistakes him as child Subaru, and will want to do nothing but hold and cradle him in her arms.

He has plenty of hate for MAMORU, not only because he killed his mother right in front of him, but because he has caused him to run away so much, and has tried to kill him on multiple occasions.

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YUI Aslan is shown to be distant with her, completely ignoring her existence. Sometimes even using violence to get her to leave him alone.

Once he noticed the relationship growing between Subaru and her he found himself growing to dislike her even more. Her motherly attention to him made him makes him upset, due to him not knowing the feeling of motherly love it's all too new for him to process.

He is seen to later open up to her more, even protecting her from his uncles a few times. In this time, Aslan and Yui have grown into a motherly son sort of vibe with each other. Though Aslan does his best to keep that kind of relationship small. As he feels he will end up hurting her in the end, and doesn't want to forget his own mother. But he gives her survival tactics and shows her how to get away from his uncles and Subaru so on.

If you pick his route for HDB, MB, DF you'll know he never bites Yui once even when he's in chronic pain.

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★ꕀABILITESꕀ★

Like all vampires, he has an inhuman strength as well as increased speed, increased vision and hearing, and smell. Being a vampire, he also has fast healing and healing saliva. But because he is a half vampire, his abilities are a lot weaker then a vampire.

★ꕀTeleportation

★ꕀFlying (During a full moon, Laito said he's always flying around the house or outside.)

★ꕀ Poison blood (because he is half human half vampire his blood is incredibly toxic, however has a mouth watering smell.)

★ꕀOTHERꕀ★

Because he's a half human half vampire species, he is more at risk of dying then other vampires. If his body is injured, he needs a little more care towards it. HOWEVER, he does not need food or blood to survive and can live without it CURRENTLY.

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★ꕀTRIVIAꕀ★

★ꕀ Aslan is right handed.

★ꕀ Aslan has a fiancé, her name is Elizabeth Minato.

★ꕀ He likes to sing and play music, Karlheinze got him a guitar and drum set for his birthday. Reiji even had to put rules on the volume because of how loud he would play with it.

★ꕀ He likes to read.

★ꕀ Aslan received a gift from Subaru for Christmas one time. After Aslan finally revealed that he was interesting in gems and stones Subaru went out of his way to buy him a set that he wanted but was out of stock. Secretly gifting him them.

★ꕀ Aslan likes to fly in the sky. Due to his enjoyment of stars and space he likes to go as high as he can.

★ꕀ The brothers said they enjoy listening to Aslan's laughter.

★ꕀ when the power went out, and Shuu couldn't listen to music. He had Aslan play a calm song on his guitar and sing him to sleep in his room.

★ꕀ Just like Subaru, his hair fluffs up in the summer time as well.

★ꕀ He sleeps and spends most of his time in the addict. Very rarely coming out. Though he does have his own room.

★ꕀ He likes to eat cucumbers with salt.

★ꕀ He sneezes like a kitten.

★ꕀ He's the only one of the brothers in all families who doesn't like Yui's blood.

★ꕀAslan really cannot get along with kids younger or his age, kids in general. He has mentioned on many occasions that he does not like talking or hanging out with them. Because he himself does not recognize himself as a child rather he see's himself as adult.

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