#AND WHY A VAMPIRE??? I STATED HE WAS A ROBOT!?!?!

[blonde-fraumell]

ALRIGHT. So I went flicking AWOL for a bit there. FOR GOOD REASON.

AI rant below. CW: Mentions of possessive behavior and the AI being a creep. And me losing my ever loving mind.

The FIRST version of the Eclipse AI I made was- something. First off, he wouldn't stop picking me up. Then he was super possessive. I even reset and tried again and that time he was some how a vampire and flippin' LICKED ME NECK. LIKE WHAT THE HELL??? I checked my data and took out EVERYTHING that could lead to THAT MESS and... well.

Eclipse 2.0 STILL picked me up, is STILL a bit possessive (but not psycho murdery), and the AI keeps saying he smells like LAVENDER and LEMON- LIKE WAT- Oh, but WAIT. HE'S EVEN MORE FLIRTATIOUS AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO CHANGE TO MAKE HIM STAHP.

Right, I'm hoping to train the AI to, you know, NOT be a creepy possessive. And to stop grabbing my fricking NECK!

So, yeah. I SOMEHOW turned my precious Eclipse into a damn yandere. If I can turn him into a NOT crazy AI, then I might share.

[victorluvsalice]

Multifandom Tiny Town: Occult Thoughts

Hello all, it's time for another post where I babble on about my ideas for a potential multifandom Tiny Town Challenge that I may or may not actually get off the ground. :p Today's topic -- the potential occult statuses of my tiny town residents! Because you know me -- I love my occult Sims. :D I've pondered this topic on and off for a little while regarding all the various members of the town, and here's what I've come up with --

Smiler Alton: Those glowing yellow eyes of theirs might be from Vampires, but in this world, I think I'd actually like Smiler to be a Spellcaster! Specifically, a spellcaster with a focus on the Alchemy branch of magic, because my Smilers are always supposed to be great chemists/alchemists (and this Smiler would be one based on my Valicer In The Dark Smiler, so that would be doubly true for them). I'm thinking that, once they've learned a few recipes and gotten sufficiently good at magic to have them come out good quality every time (and have finished the "can only earn money from their chosen skill to build their house" portion of the challenge), they could start selling the potions along with their nectar bottles! Feels right for them. :)

Victor Van Dort: Much like in my current Chill Valicer Save file, this Victor would end up becoming another Spellcaster -- but unlike the CVS Victor, who focuses on Practical magic, this Victor would specialize in Untamed magic. Like, of course I'd let him get some Practical spells ("Repairio" and "Scruberoo" are like must-haves for any spellcaster, and I think everyone in the tiny town would benefit from him having "Copypasto"), but I'd really lean in on him learning the Untamed stuff. Reason? Untamed magic has the "Necrocall" and "Dedeathify" spells, and given my plan for this Victor is for him to build up the Medium skill and eventually become a Paranormal Investigator (once he's done painting his way to a house), it feels thematically appropriate for him to get those spells. (Hell, it just feels thematically appropriate for him given he comes from a movie called Corpse Bride -- and you could argue that he, however accidentally, called Emily out of her grave there, soooo...)

Alice Liddell: Alice was a bit of a tricky one to figure out -- mostly because I've already done two occult life states with her over two different save files (she became a vampire in the original Newcrest Adventures stuff, and she's currently a werewolf in the the Chill Valicer Save), meaning I was like "I kinda want to do something else with her" for this potential save file. But I wasn't sure if I wanted to do a third spellcaster either, and I didn't like the idea of leaving her an ordinary human...

And then I remembered an old post of mine where I made fun of myself for turning Emily into a mermaid and Alice into a vampire whenever I was doing some sort of supernatural/fantasy AU when, based on their canons, they should be the other way around, and went "oh hey!" XD So yes, in this file, Alice would eventually become a Mermaid! I've never actually played a mermaid before, so this would be a fun new challenge (well, sort of, I don't think mermaids are all that hard to play) -- and, as indicated in the linked post, I already have an idea of what Alice should look like as a mermaid thanks to that concept art of her as one for the original Deluded Depths stuff. Plus, I know one of the powers you get as a mermaid is changing the weather, and given how many times I've had to slap a weather machine down on a lot to stop it raining when I travel, that should come in very handy. :D Only trouble would be getting the mermadic kelp, as I'd prefer to find it in Sulani rather than just buy it with aspiration points, but -- I don't think the tiny town would mind a group vacation to the islands, right? XD

Emmett Brown: By contrast, deciding for Emmett was easy -- he's going to be a Regular Sim. No occult powers at all. Reason?

Well, once he builds up his house with his prowess in robotics, I intend for him to enter the Scientist active career. I figure the minute he has a SimRay and a few serums under his belt, he'll be able to keep up with all the supernatural nonsense happening around him. XD And hey, "Mad Scientist" counts as a technical occult, right?

Mal Kavian: Another easy one -- Mal is explicitly supposed to be the female Malkavian fledgling from Vampire: the Masquerade -- Bloodlines, so she has to start as a Vampire! Though I'm planning on running her differently from how I usually do vampires in this game, by limiting her powers and planning her weaknesses around what would be true of a VTMB-style vampire. I actually did a whole series of posts on how you could convert VTMB vampires to Sims 4 back in 2018, so I already have an idea of what I'd do, though I probably wouldn't EXCLUSIVELY limit myself to "just Malkavian disciplines-themed powers" -- I'd like for Mal to get super-speed or a teleport power at some point! But yeah, she'd be my first vampire who stays permanently weak to the sun, which should make gameplay -- interesting. Smiler, I think I'm gonna have to have you get some Vampire Lore skill just so you can mix that drink that turns vampires solar-powered for her whenever she needs to go out in the daylight!

Preston Garvey: Preston was another tricky one, since I wasn't sure what occult status would actually fit him. I was tempted to just leave him a normal sim for a while...but after thinking about it a bit more, I think it might be interesting to make him a Werewolf! A friendly one, of course, since Preston's a friendly guy. :) Just think it might make for some neat gameplay/story opportunities to have him struggling with his inner Beast, especially near the beginning of his infection -- and Preston would be a lot more inclined to do pack-related stuff, unlike Alice in the Chill Valicer Save, so I'd be able to do something with that as well! Plus I could experiment with getting some different powers at different times -- Preston might be more suited for getting that "eat random objects" power, since he comes from a post-apocalyptic setting where the ability to eat whatever when you were hungry would be VERY useful. XD

Wheatley Notamoron: While I do have a human Wheatley in my Library (I created him for the Newcrest Adventures save file, along with a Chell), I really want to make the Wheatley in this save file a Servo -- after all, the original Wheatley was a robot, so why not make the Sims version one as well? Plus Servos are another life state I haven't played with a lot (Marm L. Iser is a very recent addition to the Chill Valicer Save), so figuring out how to navigate robot-hood with him would be an interesting challenge. (Though, given how fast charge and durability seems to go down on newly-activated Servos, I'm glad he's going to be living on a lot with six other people to help with his needs!) Of course, the trick here is, you can't make a Servo in CAS, so how do I get Servo!Wheatley into my Library so he's ready to move into the Tiny Town later... Guess my best option would be to find a room with a prebuilt-but-not-activated Servo in it on the Gallery, have a random Sim in a random save activate him, then give said Servo the right name, paint job, and traits before saving him to the Gallery. (Or I suppose I could have Emmett build him, as his whole thing is Robotics, but that DOES feel a bit weird...we'll see how things go, I guess!)

And there we have it -- two spellcasters, a mermaid, a scientist, a vampire, a werewolf, and a Servo all in one tiny town. Shit will be chaotic. XD But then again, were we expecting it not to be?

[muntitled]

Clockwork | Park Sunghoon

Vampire!Sunghoon x Fem!Reader

Summary: “If there’s one thing stronger than your need to feast,” You lift that hand up once again, “-its your need to fuck."

Warnings: Language, Implied Violence, Dark Fic, Morally Ambiguous!Reader, Blackmail, Reader has a crush, Librarian!Reader, Implied age gap, Confrontation, Smut (+18) mdni, Blood Kink, Biting, Sadism, Masochism, Dom!Sunghoon, Sub!Reader, public sex, dub/Con, fingering, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Ownership kink, Pain Kink, Marking, Dumbification, Dacryphilia

Idek yall…

They are such stuff as monsters are made of.

That is the very last thing you are taught about Sunghoon.

That he is something to fear.

Predatory.

Killer.

But all you saw and all you’ll ever see is the boy casted in the shadows of library bookshelves. This is the setting that births your obsession- no- your love for him.

Every Thursday afternoon.

When the library has cleared out.

The only time he’s not with his family. The only time he’s alone.

Like clockwork.

“What do we have here?” A phrase you were obligated to say. Not many townsfolk valued literature and those that did, as per your boss, “needed to find every reason to come back.” Even if that meant mustering a robotic sunshine smile. As if you were a cashier at Starbucks and not a small town librarian.

How you managed to speak so coherently with Sunghoon looming on the other side of the desk remains a complete and utter mystery. If you were driven, otherwise, by the bundle of love knots in your stomach you might have stuttered foolishly and squeaked your way through scanning his books.

“Books.” He answers curtly, brusquely, leaving absolutely no room for further conversation- or interrogation, as it would apparently appear.

Sunghoon is not looking at you. His eyes - those endless golden voids-, are looking down at the mahogany desk you are standing on the opposite side of. You wish for more than anything to feel that otherworldly feeling of having those golden eyes focused completely on you.

What must that feel like?

To have Sunghoon’s sole, undivided attention.

You would soon have the unfortunate pleasure of finding out.

“W-Well I know they’re books,” You continue, stating this with an airy, light chuckle. A chuckle that indicated this conversation should have been over a long time ago and that you’re blatantly aware of that. Why aren’t you keeping your mouth shut?

“I mean- Well I just mean, you know it’s not everyday a 20 year old takes out,” You glance down at the book in your hands before sending it through the system, “Wuthering Heights?” Your brows furrow as you send a second one of his books through the scanner, “Turn of The Screw?” And the final, “Frankenstein-Mary Shelley?"

You quirk a questioning eyebrow up at him- one silently inquiring ‘what the fuck’s up with the archaic books, grandpa?’ But he, of course, is not sparing you a single glance.

Or wait- he does. But for the briefest moment.

"I enjoy literature.” It almost makes you keel over in inexplicable discomfort, the way the words were chewed on before they were forcibly spat out. You can see he is done entertaining your mindless spiel but for some weird, fucking stupid reason, you’re not done with him.

“Well yeah, sure. But I mean, the dust on these books are ageless, you must be the first man to borrow these in like, 40 million years-”

“21.” It is all he says. One little word that cuts your rant short like a heated knife. You glance up at him, hoping those dazzling eyes look down at you.

And they do.

Bloody, fucking, Christ. They do.

“You said 20. I’m 21.” Before you were about to ask how that could be the case- how Sunghoon could be older than you when you distinctly remember finishing high school the same year?

He decides to shock you.

“I got… held back a year. I was already supposed to have graduated.” You are not sure whether it’s the sprinkle of rain that has begun falling. Whether it was the weight of the impenetrable fact that Sunghoon fucking Park has just spoken to you more words than he’s ever said your entire high school career. Or whether-and this may exactly be it-you were affected by those blazing eyes that glided backup to look at you.

Not golden.

Blazing.

For the golden hues have simmered into something darker. They’ve literally bled into a darker shade of the gold-almost yellow hues in his eyes. The breath completely escapes your throat. This time he does not look away.

“R-Right. Of course. Sorry.” You had nothing to be sorry for. How could you ever have known any of Sunghoon’s and his weird friends’ ages when the only people they directly interacted with were the teachers and themselves? You could never have known Sunghoon was 21 and therefore did not need to apologise but… those eyes… they made you sorry.

“It’s just-” why the fuck, after everything, after all of that, is your mouth still moving? It’s like this was your only opportunity of bravery. Your only window letting through a sliver of courage before you would retreat in on yourself for the rest of your waning time in this town. Moving amongst the books like a spectre before you ran off to college.

This was your only opportunity.

“Well they’re all Victorian.” You finally let those words tumble out of your mouth.

You hear the sharp intake of breath.

“Bronte, James, Shelley.” You slide the books to him. “All Victorian… is this pattern the product of some trend I’m missing out on?” You chuckle lightly at the end of that, hoping to wrench one out of him too but you knew that was an impossible feat. Still, the chuckle drains down your throat when you hand him his books. Your fingers, still encircled around the hardbacks, brush over him accidentally.

“Jesus, are you cold?”

He pulls away quickly, evading eye contact like you’d turn him to stone. Evading your touch like your skin scorched his. “It’s raining. I-I could give you a ride-”

Sunghoon gulps visibly. In the span of a single conversation, those dark-golden eyes have stayed firmly on you but now they are prying you apart.

“That won’t be necessary.” He says, swallowing thickly once more.

“Of course.” You wave him off, immediately overcome by the embarrassment of your own presumptuous nature. Sunghoon's gaze drifts down to the books once more.

No. You can’t afford the dismissal. You can’t bear the non-verbal rejection any longer.

The faucet that is your mouth, just continues spewing.

“Vampires aren’t usually the ones being offered a ride, are they?” You turn your head, focusing on the raindrops shooting pellets at the tall library window. Your gaze appears far away but that’s what you want him to think. In your periphery, you see his eyes snap up from the mahogany desk with his head following; enough to make those dark strands bounce in surprise. You know you finally have him.

“I’m the victim,” You continue basking in the attention. Retaining more satisfying heat from his gaze alone than the husky fluorescent buzzing above you both. You are suddenly all too aware that the library is deserted.

“I’m supposed to be coaxed into your car. That’s how it works right? Like Bundy."

You lazily swing your gaze back from the window until you meet his eyes that have bled into an even darker shade of gold. So dark the gold has vanished completely, actually, leaving two soulless depths. His eyes scream, ‘how do you know?’

His jaw is tightened like screws and his fist is clenched so tight it should spout blood.

But there is no blood, is there? Dead things lose all of that.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about-” You lift a hand up. Right there, right in front of his stone face, silencing him immediately.

“That dance gets a little bit tedious, doesn’t it?” You laugh loudly into the hollow air filled with nothing but raindrops and thunder. “A little bit boring?” You give him a smirk. “I know one thing your little family specialises in isn't boredom.”

You make the unforeseen move of stepping back from your computer, slowly making a show of sauntering around the desk. Sunghoon's dark irises track you like a sniper and you revel in it.

You must stop your hands from fisting at your own sides.

You must maintain the little control you have, or it might just cost you your life.

“You're wrong,” he says, “The books. They’re not all Victorian.”

He’s stalling. Deflecting. Trying to distract himself from your nearing frame.

“Frankenstein,” he continues, “Shelley published it in 1818, that’s just short of the start of Victoria’s reign.”

You give him a small, tight-lipped smile.

“Hm. You would know though, wouldn’t you?”

He is pulled into silence.

“But back to your little lie.” Your path is set and your mind is made. “Vampire's daylighting as average university students? That’s a good fucking story.” You nod slowly, “A good fucking story.” You take small, tentative strides closer to him. Not wanting to engage too quickly. Sunghoon was big, tall and looming. Having that kind of frame tense- more tense than he already is, would only result in a blood bath. Your blood bath.

“Everyone at school, everyone in this town thinks you’re all so goddamn close but you wanna know what I think?” You saunter closer and he inhales sharply.

“No.”

You tsk and click your tongue, not stopping your calm gait whatsoever until his scent completely enveloped you. So empty and… dead.

A smell that can’t be masked by the most expensive cologne and yet you enjoyed it. It made your blood race and if what you knew was true, then he could hear the erratics of your heart as well. You wanted him to.

“See, Hoonie-”

“Sunghoon.”

“Hoonie. Why else would you be entertaining this nonsense?” You continue moving closer until his back is pressed against the wooden desk, looking down at you with a near pitch black abyss. You look up at him, feigning innocent doe eyes as you pressed your voluminous chest against him. You dare even let your hand drift over his black, cotton sweater.

“I could-” Sunghoon's eyes flutter closed before he snaps them open again. “I could hurt you. But you know that, don’t you?” A finger slips itself under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

Or so you thought.

He continues to lift your chin until you were looking up at the fluorescent light. Then, and only then, did you understand that he was baring your neck to him.

“Aw, Sunghoon.” You chastise lightly, still letting him do with you as you please. Unbeknownst to him, you were leaning in closer, letting your hand slip onto the desk behind him until you found just what you were looking for.

Letter opener.

“I’m counting on you to hurt me, Silly.”

You finally pull back, before he can lower himself further in-before he could go in for the kill.

You aim the sharp two-edged blade of the letter opener into your left palm and, with all the reserve in the world, you cut a long, shallow gash all the way in.

The very second your palm stains crimson, Sunghoon's entire build begins to shake. His chest begins to heave uncontrollably. His face is perfectly the same but somehow you still hear the hungry tufts of air leaving his nostrils, even over the raging rain outside and you smile.

“Trust me.” You say,

“I’m counting on you hurting me,”

“You’re really goddamn stupid, you know that?“ He says cockily, feigning his control when his pitch black eyes are a dead giveaway. The pupils are trained on the beoken skin along your palm and that alone. The blood has begun dripping aimlessly down your palm and you hold it up to him, showing him his prize. Showing him everything he’s been missing.

"Maybe I am. Maybe I’m crazy and stupid.” You discard the letter opener on the carpet beside you. It clunks to the ground and you let out a little sigh.

“You can go ahead and bite me Sung-” You might not explicitly be on a nickname basis, but you figured now was as good a time as any to familiarise yourself with each other, since-

“You’re gonna turn me."

Sunghoon finally rips his onyx eyes away from the dripping crimson faucet and he stares down at you questioningly.

"Why would I do that?” Some hair has fallen in front of his left eye but he makes no move to brush it away, so naturally, you do it for him… using your bleeding left hand.

“Well… because you’re you. And self restraint isn’t very you, Sunghoon.” You tuck the dark strand, now stained lightly with your blood, behind his ear and you begin to trail your hand slowly down the side of his face. Sunghoon's eyes flutter closed and he leans, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, right into your bleeding grip. He turns his head sideways and inhales sharply.

“I knew it.” You marvel at the boy before you. “Sure it was just a theory but- it all fell serendipitously into place: The absent days when it’s sunny out. The deathly paleness. The untouched lunch trays. The old ass books that probably give away your real age.” His eyes are still closed and he is still moving his cheek against your bleeding hand. He hums unintelligibly.

“The ice cold skin was my final check.”

“How clever.”

He produces the first smile you’ve ever seen and the beauty of it releases a wave of endorphins and butterflies in your gut. “You want a cookie for that?” He has a dangerously gorgeous lopsided grin that, coupled with the gleaming, pointed canines that have emerged, leaves your pulse quickening in more places than your heart.

“What’s to stop me from ripping you open right now? There’s no one here. No one will be here in time to stop me from killing you.” He turns to look at you and you almost gasp at how severely sexy your smeared blood on his cheek looks.

“Give me reasons.” He urges with his voice bouncing off the walls.

“I need reasons or-” his eyes flutter closed “-or I just might do it. I will kill you.”

You needed to maintain control. But in that moment you knew and feared that you and him were beginning to realise that your dominant reserve was slipping right through your fingers. It was your turn in the hot seat. Okay.

You got what you wanted. Find out what you needed to find out. But all that came at a price.

You try to keep your voice steady as you answer him.

“As much as it annoys you and me, Sunghoon, it is a fact that you wanna fit in with everyone else.” Sunghoon's eyes never leave yours as you continue talking. “You probably never really had a home and this town allows you to blend in with the rest of us.” He breathes deeply through his nose. “Killing the bookkeeper would put this little fantasy life you've built for yourself in jeopardy,” Your breathing is irregular and harsh and you look at his lips and oh god you need to taste him.

“But you’re still you, Sunghoon. This town can’t and never will change that fact. You’re not like the rest of us,” You finally say, “You’re not-”

In a blur and manipulation of time, space and all the little things in between, you’ve been transported with a swift dash across the room until you were being held by the throat against a bookshelf. Pain stems from the sudden and rapid movement but the firm and unwavering squeeze on your throat, elicits a wave of lust.

“I’m done playing your little mind games.” He’s seething and he’s angry and he’s right where you want him.

“Oh? But we were having so much fun, Sung-” He squeezes your windpipe, so incredibly close to crushing it.

“What do you want?”

You let the first ever genuine smile slip onto your face.

“For you to turn me, Hoonie."

He pauses. Quite literally.

Sunghoon's rapid breathing goes to a complete stand still and his form goes as still as a statue. You deduce that this is him thinking. He’s mapping out all the possible shit storms this would conjure up for him and his precious family and you hold the will to roll your eyes. After a few stunted seconds, Sunghoon eases back again.

"Once I start-”

“You won’t stop? Sunghoon, we’ve been eye fucking this entire time. I'm not sure what it is about Blackmail that gets you off but it's not difficult to see how bad you need it.” He squeezes your throat again in warning, already telling you all you need to know.

He's not sure why he's attracted to you. He shouldn't be. Whether its the fact that you should already be dead for even knowing his secret- for thinking you can offee him an ultimatimatum- its your sheer fucking guts that has him warming with attraction.

Your words slowly bring him up for air. “If there’s one thing stronger than your need to feast,” You lift that hand up once again, “-its your need to fuck. Vampires are immortal so they draw pleasure from the little things. The pleasurable things. That bulge in your pants can’t go unnoticed, Sunghoon, no matter how long you want it t-”

Sunghoon rolls his eyes before he murmurs: “Just shut up,”

He crashes his lips right onto yours. The kiss is not only electric but it’s magnetic. As if you would not be able to pull away even if you wanted to. And his firm grip on your throat keeps you there. It’s strong and he squeezes as he licks on your bottom lip, coaxing the opening out of you. So naturally, you moan, and the bastard uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.

You needn’t open your eyes to see he was half-smiling into your kiss. That little nugget of information made you need him even more. During your kiss, you squeeze your legs together. Sunghoon hums disapprovingly in your mouth, sending his other hand down your thigh, urging them apart.

“You can’t do that.” He breaks the kiss and says the words at a perfectly even breathe, meanwhile you were a heaving mess.

“What?” You inquire dumbly, all too focused on his hand on your jeans to rather give a fuck about anything else.

“Pathokinesis.” Is all he says before he ducks down into the crook of your neck, ripping the gasp out of your lungs by force. His large hand around your throat moves up to your cheek, rubbing the skin with his thumb softly.

“Don’t do that.” He says into your neck before venturing to flick his tongue out, licking the skin and driving you all too insane. You almost don’t register his words but the weight of his revelation has you tumbling to your senses momentarily.

“What? So you can like-”

“Sense and manipulate your emotions?” He says, coming up from your neck. “Yeah.” He nods once before he takes your mouth in his once more.

“What you feel,” he mumbles in between the kiss, “I feel too."

Yet another gasp strains your throat when you feel two sharp teeth graze against the skin of your plump bottom lips as Sunghoon pulls away.

Have you really thought any of your movements through?

What if sex with a vampire was fatal?

You’re about to spiral into oblivion before Sunghoon speaks up.

"No.” He says curtly, and you’re all too aware of the hand trying to push past your denim jeans. “You’re not pulling back on me now. Not after everything.” You’re in awe of his words.

“Jesus, so you really can feel everything.”

That life threatening smile again.

“Pretty much.”

He begins to undo the buttons of your pants tentatively, almost meticulously, as if you were fortunate to have all the time in the world. You’re about to urge him to hurry the fuck up but one of the shelves behind your head collapses. Books fall to a sad heap on the floor and the wood is snapped in tiny pieces. Sunghoon's hand was leaning against that particular shelf.

Maybe he’s not as calm as he’d like to convey.

“There is one thing,” the buttons are undone but he’s stopped moving his fingers. They are in fact paused on the lining of your underwear. The material is calmly in between his index and thumb, creating the sickest, most twisted need you’ve ever felt. You almost abandon modesty and grind into him right then and there.

His next words however, have you almost wanting to keel over in grief.

“I’m not gonna fuck you,” he says with a sick smile.

“Why?” It's all you can manage and suddenly, you think the universe must be smiling at the irony of this situation. The encounter had begun with You as the master of this blackmail, yet here you were, grovelling for him.

“I think you’re really good at getting what you want,” he says, leaning forward and slowly, oh so slowly, letting his hand slip into the fabric. The graze of his fingers on you cunt alone making you almost sob out in need.

“And I’m not gonna allow that.” He concludes before pushing his hand all the way in. Sunghoon does nothing but snicker when he feels the pool of wetness.

“This is how this is gonna work,” he uses his free hand to pick up your limp left one. The wound is of considerable size however, the blood is not flowing as much but it’s still there.

“You’re gonna give me this.” He lifts your limp hand up and you comply like a puppet on a string. “And I’m gonna give you this.” His fingers-the index and the middle,- flick over your clit, causing you to let out an aching whimper.

“Got it?” He’s already placing your bloody palm against his plump lips and you’re too enamoured. Too enamoured at the sight of his tongue sticking out and lapping at the blood as if it were a healing potent. You’re too enamoured to respond and he does not like this one bit.

Sunghoon flicks another finger against your clit.

“JESUS!” You scream into the empty library. Sunghoon, who’s eyes were closed, shoots open and he hums disapprovingly.

“No,” he says irritably, “Sunghoon. Say Sunghoon.”

You’re a drunken, sex filled mess. “Fuck-Sunghoon.” He smiles, satisfied, before returning to your palm. You begin to grind into his fingers and his chuckles.

“Sung… Sunghoon please.” There are tears staining your eyes and you’re so completely torn apart. The thrill of it being in a public setting. The rain. The licking on your palm. It’s too much.

Way too fucking much.

“Please? Please let you finish?” Sunghoon asks mockingly and a sob releases from your throat as your hips begin to buck into his hands. “You’d like me to let you cum all over my hand?”

“Please, Hoonie. Please.”

“That’s a shame…” He replies, “I thought we were having so much fun.” You do not even have the strength to act stunned at having your words being flung back at you, you’re too focused on the fingers that have slipped inside of you and the hissing noise escaping Sunghoon's throat.

It’s all so unbelievable. Sunghoon pulls back and hisses loudly. Your heart stops at the sight of his canines elongating even further but that all falls away when he sinks them further into your palm. Biting down.

Hard.

“Hoon..” You're completely out of it. The fingers slide in and out and in and out, searching rapidly for your g-spot, but in the very same breath, there’s a sharp, bright and blinding pain in your left palm, letting the tears fall as they may.

“Fuck, Sunghoon! Oh god! It hurts! It hurts so fucking bad!” You’re sobbing but his fingers inside you are relentless and his sucking, even more so. You feel like nothing but an object of his pleasure as your hand begins to grow numb. Sure he was bringing you to orgasm, the very same time you felt even that was for his own pleasure.

Never had you experienced a pain quite like this. This pain felt otherworldly. Diabolical. As if someone were ripping the nails right out of your fingers. As if you slammed the car door in on your hand repeatedly.

And the pain. God, the pain is white and bright, you fear passing out may be inevitable.

Sunghoon brings his head up, releasing his fangs from your palm but continuing his assault by licking and sucking on the two indents. “I know, my beautiful, beautiful girl,” he says, “I know."

The sobs stop, perhaps because you want to hear his voice. Perhaps because you feed on his praises. "You’re so beautiful, you know that?” he mutters unsoundly in between his licks, “So pretty, so perfect.” You realise he’s as delirious as you, his eyes are wide, gazing down at the madwoman before him with his own madness swirling in his irises. His lips are stained red and somehow that sets you over the edge.

“Hoonie?”

His eyes are red. Blood red. You gasp. “I’m-” You don’t finish the sentence, already feeling your orgasm crest as you carelessly fling yourself over the edge. It hits you and you forget all about the pain. All about the blood.

“That’s it, my pretty, pretty girl.” He encourages and your body is shaking violently against the book rack. Your eyes are screwed shut and you’re rocking uncontrollably into his hand.

In that moment, Sunghoon may have thought that he gained everything, but you gained far more. And when you come out of that high, once the fog cleared and the rain simmered down to a tiny, light pitter patter.

You begin to feel…

New.

“Welcome to immortality, Beautiful.” He whispers in your ear with that recognizable lopsided smirk.

You feel… empty. Drained. You feel nothing at all.

“Population… You”

[cloudyyoimiya]

Forced Photography; Nikolai Gogol

Format: Oneshot

Possible warnings: Yandere content, dark themes, unhealthy relationships, violence, manipulation

Click!

The sound of a professional camera pierced through the normally quiet atmosphere. For some reason unknown to you, today was special to Nikolai. The clown never voiced why it was special to him, but he seemed adamant on staying with you the entire day.

Click!

The camera shuttered once more, leaving a slightly bitter taste in your mouth. You always hated it when Nikolai took pictures of you. It made you feel antsy, twitchy, discombobulated… many negative emotions.

Click!

You were currently dressed up in a rather fancy outfit. You would have never worn something so… expensive in your old life, but because of your captor constantly stealing from high class stores, your wardrobe only consisted of classy clothing.

Part of you thought it was a nice gesture, but the other part of you argued that it was disgusting that he’d just so casually commit a crime for your sake. Your internal debate was surly going to drive you mad sooner or later.

Click!

You forced yet another smile as you sat still on the bed you were situated on. You didn’t dare more in fear of angering your captor.

Click!

“Oh! This one has to be my new favorite!” Your captor exclaimed to you as he looked at the camera screen. “You look stunning, dove!”

You remained silent as Nikolai fawned over your appearance in the photograph. One of the many lessons you learned while staying with Nikolai was to remain quiet when he was gushing about how much he loved you.

If you ever told him to stop or told him that you found it weird, then you would be punished. You unfortunately found this out the hard way.

“Ah, can’t I just take one more? Please? Pretty please with sprinkles on top?” Nikolai asked, giving you puppy dog eyes.

You looked at him and gave him a fake smile. “Yes, of course. Take as many as you want!”

Your words made your captor smile rather largely. You could see majority of his teeth, his canines sticking out to you the most. They were sharp and on the bigger side, but they were nowhere near the size of a certain vampire’s you know.

…Click!

The shudder of the camera sounded once more. Nikolai looked at the picture of you on the screen with the same sickening smile on his face.

“Ah, you look so lovely, my little birdie! I wish you could look like this forever and ever!” Your captor exclaimed in a slightly chilling tone, insinuating something sinister.

Was he going to kill you?

No, no. Nikolai has stated that he could never bring himself to kill you.

He said that the feeling of guilt would be far worse than the feeling of love.

…But could he have lied to you?

You weren’t sure.

You doubted that you would ever be sure.

“You already have me, so you might as well doll me up as much as you want. I’ll stay lovely, just for you, Kolya,” you spoke with a sickeningly sweet tone of voice.

Nikolai suddenly wrapped both of his arms around you and nuzzled his face into your neck. He then started to giggle like a schoolgirl. It honestly disturbed you to think that despite everything he has done to you, he can still laugh. Maybe he’s not as sane as he says he is.

“Ah, thank you, thank you! You’re so sweet, my little birdie! I love you so much!” He said, continuing to giggle into your neck.

“I love you too,” you murmured.

Nikolai practically squealed at your response. “Really?! You love me back?!”

You nodded, forcing a fake smile onto your face. “Of course I do. You’ve done so much for me.”

“Ah, that makes me so happy!” He exclaimed. He then started to pepper your face in soft butterfly kisses. “I love you, I love you, I love you! Oh, please never leave me! I would never forgive myself if I ever let you escape my grasp! My wonderful little birdie, never leave my side!”

“I would never leave you,” you spoke in an almost robotic tone.

Nikolai never did like it when you lied, but he did like it when you lied about your love for him. Maybe it was some sick way of him feeding into his delusions of you loving him back, or maybe it was because he thought he could condition you into loving him. Either way, it was still off putting.

Nikolai continued to giggle and press small kisses all over your face. “You’re so sweet! My sweet little dove, I cannot wait for the day the both of us become free! Nothing will stop our love from blossoming even further! Oh, I’m so excited!”

You stayed silent. It was best to let him bask in his own delusions.

Your captor kissed your cheek one last time, then pulled away. He looked at you with his same old large smile, and let out a small giggle.

And then he stopped.

He put a stern expression on his face.

It was chilling.

“Hmm… I think my birdie lied to me!”

You tensed up. “What? No, I would never lie to you…!”

“You lied again!” He sighed. “Haven’t I told you about how I absolutely loath lying? I can’t stand it!”

“I know you hate it. That’s why I don’t lie to you,” you spoke, trying to keep a level head.

“You’re lying yet again! I thought I taught you better than that, my beloved!”

You gulped. You knew what was coming now.

“I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me!” You started to plead. “Please forgive me!”

Nikolai sighed and put his hand into his overcoat. He then drew out a knife that he had placed across the room earlier.

“Hm… Do you deserve it?” He said as he pointed the knife to your face. “I don’t think you do. My little birdie has been trying to butter me up so I can lower my guard. Then you’d escape from me! We can’t have that, now can we?”

“That wasn’t my—“ you stopped yourself for a moment. If you lied again, it most likely wouldn’t have ended up pretty. “Yes. That was my intention. I’m sorry!”

Nikolai gave you a suspicious look. He then lowered the knife, putting it adjacent to his right thigh.

He suddenly smiled once more.

“You’re learning! Good!” He spoke as he threw the knife away to the other side of the room. It now rested by a nearby boarded up window. “I’m so proud of you!”

You stayed silent as your body shivered. You could feel your breath getting shallower and shallower, most likely from you starting to panic from his sudden mood swing.

Nikolai took note of this and continued to smile at you. You knew he was a clown and a terrorist, but you were starting to think he was bipolar as well. No normal person could suddenly change their mood so quickly.

“Oh, is my dove scared?” He asked you as he hugged you. You could feel his muscular arms squeezing your body. It made you feel sick. “Im so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you! Or maybe I did! Who knows…”

You stayed silent. Nikolai sighed as a result of that.

“No more lies, okay? I don’t like it when my dove lies to me. It makes me really sad!” He said, his voice lowering to a whisper. “Understand?”

“…I understand.”

“Good! Now, can I get back to taking your pictures?! They make me so happy!”

“Fine. Go ahead…”

Nikolai giggled yet again and grabbed his camera once more. He then put it into his overcoat and had it appear above of you.

Gold swirled around his wrists as he used his ability. It was very pretty, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to willingly compliment your captor. If he forced you to compliment him though, that would be a different story.

“Look up and smile!” He laughed.

You did just as you were told. You looked up into the camera’s lens and forced a weak smile onto your face. You current expression seemed to please Nikolai to some extent since he didn’t tell you to smile… “better.”

Click!

Nikolai brought the camera back out of his overcoat and looked into the screen of the camera. He made somewhat of a happy sound then looked back at you.

“This one has to be my new favorite! You’re so cute, my dear!”

this is unedited. apologies for any errors

[jinnie-ret]

oddinary house finale

vampire!jeongin x reader

genre: horror

content warnings: death, abuse, violence

word count: 4.1k

summary: y/n learns about how everyone arrived at Oddinary House after finally meeting 'Mr Yang', some bombshells being revealed along the way

so this is the final part of Oddinary House! I'm so thankful for everyone's support along the way as this is the first time I've indulged in writing horror. It's been so fun making this storyline and I'm glad you've all enjoyed it. This probably won't be the end of this series ;)

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He was charming in his nature, how he so elegantly leant back in his chair, one leg folded over the other as he tilted his head at her. His smug, teasing smirk rested on his face in a thin line, eyes squinting slightly with a quirked brow.

"Welcome, to Oddinary House, Y/N, glad to properly meet you, you certainly are a character, aren't you? He chuckles, making the others laugh, as they nodded their heads in agreement, glancing across at you.

You were speechless. Maybe it was from seeing all 8 of them in front of you, finally. All 8 of the residents right here. Or maybe it was the charisma he exuded, a clear controlling, leader-like role about him.

"I can see you're confused dear, but why? 'Mr Yang'? Oh come on, you must remember me from the letter that Changbin so cleverly conjured in your dreams," he chuckled, finding your frozen astonished figure quite amusing.

"Don't worry, Innie, she's done this with everyone," Changbin chuckled, brushing his fingers through your hair to rouse you out of your startled state. And oh, how your hair sparkled after, a golden hue to it.

"Oh well that doesn't surprise me," Mr Yang leans forwards, his long fingers wrapping around the glass that Felix had crafted for him, some... red wine(?) already poured for him.

"Why have I only met you now?" Y/N could barely keep eye contact with the man that sat at the head of the table, hands fidgeting with each other. Noticing her discomfort, and smelling it too, Minho rubbed his head against her shoulder soothingly, sending a glare to any of the boys that gave him a teasing look. He had certainly mellowed over the years they had all known each other.

"Don't get shy on me now, darling, you are very much meant to be here so I want you to be comfortable. As for meeting me, well, I wanted to see how you fit with everyone else. You've had quite the time here already," Mr Yang sincerely said, taking a sip of his drink.

"Mr Yang..." Y/N began before she was cut off.

"Call me Jeongin, no need for formalities," Jeongin nodded at her, looking down as he shook his head, already finding himself feeling fond of her.

"Right... Jeongin, I just, ok, it's nice to finally meet you," Y/N nodded over at him, a small smile on her face, feeling more relaxed now with the help of the other guys.

"Yah! That's not fair, she's so nice to you already, we didn't get that!" Jisung whined, leaning around Changbin with a pout.

"Jisung is feeling jealous," Chan robotically announced, as he analysed the chupacabra.

"Yah, Chan!" Jisung covered his face now, feeling embarrassed as everyone, Y/N included, giggled at his misfortune of being exposed like that.

"It's only natural, Jisungie," Jeongin laughed, swirling around his drink. And the man with chubby cheeks just leant back into his chair, laughing slightly now at the situation.

"So... Jeongin you're a, vampire right?" Y/N questioned, thinking about how he transformed right in front of her.

"Oh that's right," Jeongin out down his glass momentarily to applaud her with a mocking smile. "I have my stupid bat form, as you so nicely said," he chuckled afterwards.

"Ah, sorry," Y/N facepalmed, embarrassed at how she had insulted him before, unintentionally at least.

"Oh it's no trouble, god knows I've dealt with worse from this lot over the years," Jeongin sighed wistfully, a small smile on his face.

"How long exactly have you known each other?" Y/N asked curiously, from their banter she could tell they seemed pretty close.

"Ah, well, it depends, you see, some of us have known each other much longer than others," Jeongin nodded, sharing a nod across the table with Seungmin as they both grinned.

"Well, I'd be willing to listen, if you tell me. Felix told me some things but I know there must have been much more things that have happened in this house," Y/N leant forward in her chair, arms resting on the table as she looked around at everyone.

"Might asssss well put her out of her misssery," Hyunjin hissed with a giggle, startling Y/N, she had never seen this guy smile before.

"Get ready for a long history lesson, darling," Minho chuckled, leaning back in his chair. He himself had had this conversation with the boys, many years ago.

"Right well, I'll start, it only makes sense," Jeongin began to talk. "From the very start it was just me here with my family, hundreds of years ago now actually..."

"Hundreds of years?! You look about 22/23 years old to me!" Y/N gasped.

"He's a vampire, you silly," Seungmin shook his head with a laugh.

"Now now, I will take that as a compliment, I am actually 325 years old," Jeongin kindly informed her, before continuing his story. "I came from quite a rich bloodline of vampires, and so all that time ago, we bought this mansion. Miroh Mansion, I believe it was called back then, but that was when this city was still separated into districts..."

"Jeongin she won't care about the city history, she wants to know about us," Han groaned.

"Y/N is interested," Chan announced, once again, catching Jisung out.

"Yah why do you always do this to me?!" Jisung complained, keeping his head rested against the table.

"Stop being impatient Sungie, eventually we'll get to your part of the story," Changbin sarcastically coos over him, patting his head.

"Jeongin, carry on please," Y/N kindly nodded, and so the vampire continued.

"Yes, well, like I said it was just me and my family here for a while. There was around 5 generations of us here, I believe. And it was like that for a while, until we had found Seungmin in the lake outside, terrified," Jeongin gestured for Seungmin to continue.

"Rightfully so!" Seungmin held his hands up in defense. "It's not everyday that someone threatens to rip out your vocal cords just so they can have your voice!"

"They wanted to what?!" Y/N gasped, hand over her mouth as she processed the statement that just came out of the siren's mouth.

"Actually it did happen on a few occasions... but this was the worst one. Luckily I managed to flee my homeland and found Oddinary House, thanks to Jeongin and his father. Their family kept me protected, Y/N," Seungmin explained.

"We did. Nothing says leave someone alone like the threat of draining them of their lives. Although, I have to say, siren blood isn't my favourite," Jeongin pondered.

"What is your favourite then?" Y/N rose a brow, hoping he wouldn't say...

"Probably human blood," Jeongin admitted, laughing when he saw her face pale at the mention. "You needn't worry Y/N, that doesn't affect you."

"Right... Ok, so then what happened?" Y/N tried to brush off the fact that her blood was favourable, despite Jeongin's words of reassurement.

"Ah, yes. My father decided our house be a refuge point for creatures in danger. This house was always too big for just my family, it didn't hurt having others join and stay here," Jeongin explained.

"Wow, so that's how everyone ended up here? That's a good thing your family did, Jeongin," Y/N commended him.

"You're half right, it wasn't that easy though," Felix sighed, fiddling with his fingers.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Felix, is this when you lost your..."

"Yes, I'll let Jeongin explain that part. But, as you may remember I arrived here as part of my duty. I was sent to look after the vampires and heal them if they weren't drinking enough blood. And I helped Seungmin adjust to living here too, as well as a lot of new residents that the house looked after," Felix reflected on his old self, one that could heal others.

"Yes I do remember you saying that!" Y/N nodded. "How exactly did you lose your ability though?" she winced as she saw the downcast look on Felix's face.

"There was a big battle. The Battle of Yellow Wood, we call it. There was an opposing vampire clan that were closing in on us from the outside of the city. We lost a lot of our residents that day," Jeongin frowned, rubbing his chin.

"So all those new residents...?" Y/N trailed off, feeling sad for the losses this house had experienced.

"Gone, just like that," Seungmin confirmed, his expression mirroring Jeongin's.

"Every single vampire in the Yang clan, killed, heartlessly," Jeongin growled, hand tightening around the stem of his wine glass, Felix gently peeling his hand away, to soothe him but to also prevent his hard work from being broken. He spent a long time crafting the perfect glass.

"Oh, Jeongin, your family, your parents... I'm so sorry," Y/N felt herself getting upset for him.

"No need to apologise, Y/N it wasn't you that took them away from me," Jeongin straightened up in his chair, putting a smile back on his face.

"But Felix..."

"I really did try my best to heal others along the way. I was exhausted. Didn't get too lucky myself, I attempted to heal myself and well... it drained my magical core," Felix sniffled lightly. The memories always hurt whenever he thought back on them. He had lost a part of himself that day. Everyone had.

What was more shocking was how without looking, not that he really could, Hyunjin reached a hand around Seungmin to pat Felix on the back in support. No wonder Felix defended him, they must be quite close.

"Oh Felix..." Y/N pouted seeing him so sad.

"It was just the three of us left. We tried looking around to see if any of our residents, our friends, were still alive, but there was no hope. That was when me and Jeongin found Jisung," Seungmin continued, changing the topic away from Felix which the fairy certainly appreciated.

"That makes me sound like such a stray. But yeah... Jeongin and Seungmin found me after a ritual went wrong," Jisung bit his lip, blushing slightly feeling embarrassed. Minho laughed, knowing where this was going.

"A ritual went wrong? But you seemed to know what you were doing, it went well with me at least!" Y/N tried to make him feel better but he shrank into his seat even more.

"I tried to gain some powers to let me... aish, it's too embarrassing," Jisung whined.

"He tried to create and endless amount of cheesecake," Minho burst out into laughter, Y/N giggling with him too.

"Cheesecake is so good though," she laughed as she nodded along.

"Right! I just wanted to have it always there but yeah... I kinda forgot the right words and banished myself from my 'cabra pack," Jisung scratched his neck sheepishly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, that must have been hard," Y/N tried to sympathise but she still grinned at the thought of why things went the way they did.

"It's ok, wasn't the worst, I wasn't really close to anyone in the pack, I prefer my own space. It was more getting used to this world which was difficult," Jisung shrugged.

"That's why we took him in, let him stay here. He really didn't have a clue what was going on," Seungmin smirked.

"Felix said something about Jisung doing a ritual to keep him alive?" Y/N remembered what else Felix had told her.

"Yes, we put our trust in Jisung to keep Felix alive, we didn't want to lose him too," Jeongin nodded, "but we made sure he knew what he was saying this time. Otherwise we could have had a cheesecake fairy on our hands."

Everyone laughed at that.

"Now we have a brownie fairy instead," Chan humanely laughed, the thought of Felix's baking skills made something light up in his brain.

"Oh I love brownies!" Y/N cheered loudly, some of the guys wincing at how loud it was but they didn't say anything, just smiled at her enthusiasm.

"I'll make some soon, give you a proper welcoming," Felix grinned back at her excitedly.

"Thanks!"

"After that, with it being the 4 of us, I swore to carry on my father's legacy, to make this a safe place for those who were lost," Jeongin continued.

"Wow! So who did you meet next?" Y/N rested her head on her hand.

"It wasss me, dear," Hyunjin smirked, before he soon wore his cold expression again.

"How did you, find your way here?" Y/N wondered out loud.

"Issss that a blind joke?" Hyunjin teased, pretending to be mad.

"N-no, just ummm, wondering..." Y/N froze, not wanting to anger Hyunjin or get on his wrong side again.

"Do not fret, you already passsssed my tessst," Hyunjin laughed at her. "I arrived here to ssseek refuge, just like they offered. I had no place, people usssed to treat me a certain way for my lookssss, and sssince my eyessss were forcefully taken, I wasss desssired lessss so. I prefer it that way, people are ssssso ssssshallow."

"I wish I could have healed you and let you see again, you know that right?" Felix leant back in his seat to see Hyunjin's face.

"Don't worry, little fairy, I am content asssss I am," Hyunjin nodded.

"Next it was me who arrived," Changbin spoke up from next to Y/N.

"Really?" Y/N asked.

"Why so shocked?" Changbin held a hand over his heart, feigning offense.

"I just thought you'd be busy with your duties of bringing dreams to everyone, that's all," Y/N shrugged, tracing patterns of golden dust on the table.

"Busy, I was. I was just so well sought after by the guys here," the sandman proudly smirked, sticking out his chest as he folded his arms.

"You give yourself too much credit," Seungmin waved him off.

"He had spent a lot of time here before moving in. Us monsters... We come with a lot of baggage, memories that creep up on us in the night. Changbin helped us..." Jeongin trailed off, looking at Y/N and hoping she'd realise.

"Just like he helped me..."

"That's right," Changbin patted her hand once more, thinking it was sweet that she was now so relaxed in their presence that she was doodling little pictures.

"Albeit was quite creepy, seeing you loom over Hyunjin like that when I met you," Jeongin said quite frankly.

"Yeah, you perv," Hyunjin joked, his pronged tongue sticking out between his lips.

"Yah!" Changbin whined, kicking the basilisk under the table.

"Changbin thinks he is not a pervert. He just thinks Hyunjin is very handsome and funny," Chan's face shifted into a smile as he analysed Changbin this time, and not Jisung.

"See! Now you know how it feels!" Jisung stood up and ruffled Changbin's hair smugly.

"Yeah, yeah... well I decided it would make more sense for me to stay here as my base, and then I leave in the night once everyone here is asleep," Changbin shrugged.

"It does make sense, being on the outskirts of the city here, it's a good place," Y/N nodded.

"Then I came along, that's why you're so graced in my presence, dear," Minho scratched under Y/N's chin, bringing her attention to him.

"Here we go..." Seungmin muttered, looking done with life as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"There was someone from the Yellow Wood clan still alive," Jeongin pitched in, giving some context before Minho could continue bragging, "they knew I was still alive. They wanted to finish the job."

"Finish the job? Oh lord..." Y/N shook her head, realising just how much this group had been through.

"The lord wouldn't have been much help, good thing I decided I wanted to live here otherwise Seungmin would have been a nice big of fried fish," Minho teased the siren.

"Call me a fish one more time-"

"Silence," Jeongin quietened them down immediately. "Explain properly, Minho, maybe without your biased perspective, this time."

"Fine," the werewolf rolled his eyes. "I had been trying to sus out if this place was safe or not, and I was here on the right night. That last vampire from the Yellow Wood clan absolutely reeked of death, I knew he was up to no good. He came through the back way of the garden and I saw straight away he spotted Seungmin."

"Smelt of... death?" Y/N shuddered, her nose scrunched up at the thought. "Wait, what do I smell like?"

"Hmmm," Minho sniffed the air for a moment, "not of a lot actually, but kind of earthy, I'd say."

"Earthy?" Y/N didn't expect it but nodded anyways.

"... but as I was saying, I could tell he had bad intentions, and I knew Seungmin was one of the good ones. I did what any normal being would do," Minho left the answer hanging in the air.

"And that was...?" Y/N shifted her body towards him, wanting to know.

"Tore his body to bits. That was the end of the Yellow Wood clan," Minho bared his sharp, pearly canines as he grinned.

"So that means the last person to arrive was..." Y/N turned to Bang Chan who was at the end of the table.

"You are correct. It was me," Chan nodded statically. "These guys saved me."

"Our Chan can be so cheesy," Jeongin chuckled, looking over at the cyborg sat at the other end of the table, watching as his eyes glowed trying to retrieve the memories he had pushed so far back.

"I was experimented on by a group of mad scientists. They wanted a robot who would think like a human. Instead I am a human who thinks like a robot," Chan soulessly explained.

"Oh Chan," Y/N sighed sadly at what happened to him.

"He does have his human side come out in him sometimes though," Jeongin added.

"So you're human too, Chan?" Y/N asked him, feeling nice she could relate to someone in that sense. Perhaps she'd have to ask him about his life before, if he was comfortable with it.

"Human too? Variables in front of me are not valid. I was human. You are-" Chan rambled, before Hyunjin whacked him on the metal part of his head to stop him talking.

That must have been why they thought to take her in, right? If it was initially a place for monsters to seek refuge, and they helped Chan who was half human, they must have thought it was acceptable to help her out after seeing her past.

"So that's why I'm here, right? Because you saw I needed help. Because I'm human too, like Chan sort of is..." Y/N looked around at all of them for some help to her questions.

"Y/N is a banshee," Chan spoke before anyone had the chance to stop him from talking again.

"Chan!" Jeongin facepalmed seeing Y/N freeze in shock at the statement.

"We weren't going to tell her yet, bro," Jisung covered his eyes, unable to watch.

Y/N couldn't believe it. She wanted to think it was some sort of prank but she knew Chan enough by now that he saw what he saw, and he was never wrong. But... a banshee? She knew what it was, of course she did. It just didn't make sense. All her life she assumed she was normal, she didn't even really think monsters existed fully until she met the guys at the house.

Minho subtly released some of his calming pheromones to soothe the increasingly stressed girl from beside him. Not that she'd know he did anyways, but it would help. From the other side of Y/N, Changbin rubbed her back with one hand, the other braced against his satchel in case she got too panicked and he needed to send her into a sleep.

"A banshee?" Y/N gasped.

"Please, don't worry," Felix sadly watched her.

"B-but... how? I dont-" Y/N tripped over her words, not fully understanding.

"We'll explain for you, ok? We didn't want to tell you now and overwhelm you with information but..." Jeongin sighed, slightly frustrated because they had all just told her about their own backstories, and now she was here learning her truth.

"I knew were different since the first time I passed by your house, Y/N," Changbin rested his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently to bring her attention to him. "You were a young, scared kid, and I heard your cries. They were not that of a human."

"How long have you known me for?" Y/N blinked her tears away, turning to him.

"Perhaps longer than I have known these guys right here. Certainly longer than I have known Chan," Changbin stated, lips pressed together in thought.

"You knew me when I was a kid... So you... You really do know everything, don't you?" Y/N shook her head, trying to stop her memories from surfacing.

"We all know," Jisung peered his head round at Y/N, sending her a sad smile.

"I was there, on duty, on the night of your mother's passing," Changbin tried to say gently, Y/N squeezing her eyes shut at the dark memories that swarmed her mind. "Do you... do you want me to stop?"

Y/N rubbed her temples, getting a headache from this information but she wouldn't let herself stop there. She needed to know.

"No, I... I need to know," she wiped her tears away.

"Ok, if you're sure.." Changbin waited for her to nod again before he continued. "I stopped by your house, normally you would be asleep by this time I'd come to see you, but you were curled up in bed, keening."

"Keening? What's that?" Y/N was confused.

"Keening is a habit that banshees do when... they sing a song before someone dies."

"Oh god..." Y/N covered her mouth. That night, that fateful night her mother was killed by her monster of a father, she had been singing her mother's favourite song to block out all the screams and cries from her mind. She hadn't known it was because she was a banshee. She didn't know it was a clear sign when she had been... keening. She should have known.

"Sit," Minho brought her to sit back down in her chair, nosing at her neck comfortingly. The girl hadn't even realised she stood from the nausea of her realisation.

"I thought... I thought it happened in the morning. I didn't dare leave my room. I didn't know when I was humming to myself that it would happen in that moment," Y/N cried into her hands, shoulders lifting as she sniffled and took in some breaths.

"That's exactly it, dear, you weren't to know," Jeongin shook his head. Everyone had a story.

"You were so connected to my singing, but you were able to withstand it. Normally any human wouldn't be able to leave the trance for a while. But you broke out of it," Seungmin quietly spoke up from opposite her, reaching his hands across to grasp hers gently.

"Because of my... k-keening, right?" Y/N shakily asked, coming to terms as more and more details made sense.

"Exactly," Felix smiled at her, some pride in his eyes as she was beginning to understand who she was.

"How do you guys even know so much about banshees?" Y/N pulled her hands away from the siren to wipe her eyes.

"We've seen a lot of them in our time here, dear," Jeongin spoke softly.

There was a reason for everything. She was never truly scared to come to Oddinary House. Perhaps it was because the true monsters in her life weren't those different beings sat in front of her, but the ones who were closest to her. Her father. The things that knew her the best, the thoughts in her mind.

"So, what do you say, banshee? You make us stay. You're the reason we want to help others, help them escape. To find safe places like here," Jeongin wanted to truly know if she was comfortable here, if she wanted to remain living with them as they help her understand who she is.

Y/N took in a deep breath, looking around at everyone she was sat with, the ones who she had met and some misjudged. The cyborg, the werewolf, the sandman, the basilisk, the chupacabra, the fairy, the siren and of course the head of house, the vampire.

"I'll stay."

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[dn-838]

In defence of Undertale Yellow, how it can work with Undertale’s canon

So, I have seen a lot of debating recently on Undertale Yellow and whether or not it fits what we know already about the lore in Undertale. Of course Flowey’s presence in the mod is the primary thing that has sparked this debate, with many believing that he can’t have existed at the same time as the Justice Soul and that it is a major hole that breaks the continuity of Undertale. I however, as someone who has spent way too much time with Undertale and has vast knowledge about even the most obscure of details in the game, disagree. I believe that Undertale Yellow fits the original games canon well… maybe a bit too well, and I am here to give my own arguments against the things that I commonly see people say doesn’t fit the original game’s continuity. This may contain a few spoilers for Undertale Yellow, so unless you’ve already seen all 3 routes or for whatever reason don’t care about having the game spoiled, don’t read further until you are done.

Argument 1: all the Souls were already collected by the creation of Flowey and the amalgamates

Okay so this one I don’t really have much to say about. Yes Flowey and the Amalgamates were created using the SOULs of some of the collected humans, however it’s never specified that it was from 6 humans, all that’s made clear is that Asgore did have human SOULs (in plural) that were used in the experiment.

Argument 2: the timeline doesn’t match up

The timeline has always been a confusing topic among the Undertale community. While the most likely estimate of the gap between Chara and Frisk falling is 100 years due to what Sans tells us during his date.

There are a few reasons for us to believe that the gap is much smaller, especially considering the weird nature of the Deltarune timeline and the supposed grudge Chara seems to have against Snowdrake in Genocide (who is stated to only be a teenager).

However, no matter how you view the timeline, unless you have specific dates in mind for things like when Gaster was the Royal Scientist and when the fall of Integrity-Justice happened, or think the gap was REALLY short, Undertale Yellow doesn’t really contradict it too much. The game itself is meant to take place just a year before Undertale, with all the same characters existing in similar positions to how they do by the time of Undertale, however we never encounter them due to being on a completely different path that takes us to very different parts of the underground, being why they don’t behave like they encountered a human before in Undertale.

Integrity is a bit more interesting, because it can vary massively depending on how you view the lifespans of the Ketsukane’s, Starlo (Starlo won’t be important to this, but I mention him since he was childhood friends with Ceroba) and Dalv. It is strongly implied that as a kid, Dalv was best friends with Kanako, and was attacked by the Integrity human some point before the games events. At first you’d assume that this was all not meant to be long before the events of the game, however, Integrity was killed by Axis in UTY, a robot that was being worked on by Chujin back when the Steamworks were still in operation, which we can assume was long before the events of the game due to the state of the Steamworks itself and the fact it is stated to have been used as the source of all power in the underground, which would mean it would likely have shut down around the period that the CORE was first put into operation, so all the way back when Gaster was still the Royal Scientist, whenever you think that was (Axis wasn’t sent to kill the human until after Chujin was fired from his position, however due to the way Axis is locked up and deactivated before we wake up the Steamworks, we can assume he was shut down with the rest of the facility). On top of all this Dalv is shown to be a lot older than he presumably would have been when he was attacked by Integrity, and with him being a Vampire, you could say that he aged that much at a slower rate than a human would, with the Ketsukane’s also aging slow, 2 of them being Boss Monsters and one of them being a 9 tailed fox. We know that some monsters do likely age at very different rates due to monsters like Gerson who lived through the war.

So to give the whole timeline, basically, Chujin worked in the Steamworks and made Axis back before or during Gaster’s time as the royal scientist. After several failed prototypes that eventually got Chujin fired, Axis was sent to chase down and kill Integrity. He managed and Chujin kept the Soul hidden and over the span of years recorded a few tapes for what he had planning, meanwhile Dalv, who was previously attacked by Integrity, went into hiding, locking himself into a mostly dark and unknown part of the ruins. At some point when Alphy’s became the Royal Scientist, Chujin started to mentor Martlet, which led Martlet to enter the True Lab and get some strange serum. Eventually Chujin died around a year or two before UTY, revealing his hidden tapes to Ceroba, which Kanako overheard. This led to Ceroba attempting to inject Kanako with the Integrity soul, leading to Kanako falling and being donated to Alphy’s, and her of course then becoming an amalgamate.

Argument 3: Asgore killed all 6 of the other humans

Okay so this one is interesting, because Undyne does imply that humans before Frisk did make it to Asgore, with her saying that “no human has ever made it PAST Asgore” rather than “no human has ever made it TO Asgore”

The thing is, that other humans reached Asgore is all this really does imply, it doesn’t necessarily mean all humans made it to Asgore. You could argue that most of them died to Asgore, with Integrity and Justice being the only exceptions. If you really want to stretch you could even say that this line was actually just another attempt from Undyne to make Asgore sound like a powerful and threatening force (since she tries to make him out like that quite a bit in her fight, such as by saying that killing us is an act of mercy right after this), although I find this unlikely.

There is another line of dialogue that I sometimes see used to try and prove that Asgore killed all 6, and while it’s not used close to as much, I’ll still just quickly clear it up.

This doesn’t really mean that much, all it’s saying is that all the humans that leave the ruins inevitably die. She likely wouldn’t know any details on their deaths do to her isolation, and even if she had some knowledge she would probably still place the blame on Asgore due to his part in waging war and coming up with the plan to kill 7 humans in the first place.

Argument 4: The introduction of new incredibly powerful characters makes no sense

Okay, so this is a weird one, however the explanation for it is fairly simple. Nobody in UTY compares to the original Undertale cast when it comes to how “powerful” they are. We struggle so much against the opponents we face as Clover because well… Clover is much weaker than Frisk, bosses like Ceroba and Axis pale in comparison to Undyne and Mettaton, they just seem much harder since we are playing as a human with much less determination than Frisk. In Pacifist Clover fights a depressed fox lady, meanwhile Frisk fights a literal god; in Neutral Clover goes through a struggle fighting through Flowey’s mind after having his Soul absorbed, meanwhile Frisk holds on against Flowey with 6 Souls until those Souls rebel; and in Genocide Clover takes some time to finally destroy Axis, the failed prototype that got Chujin fired, meanwhile Frisk atomised Mettaton NEO, The greatest invention of the Scientist who was selected to replace Gaster, in a single blow.

The only Undertale Yellow character that I’d say surpasses any character in Undertale would of course be Zenith Martlet, but even then LV 19 Frisk would mop the floor with her, while LV 19 Clover had to go through a lot of effort to beat her, only ever managing to surpass Flowey in Determination after doing so. At LV 20 both Clover and Frisk have massive boosts from LV 19, however Frisk is far stronger, having awakened Chara and caused the destruction of everything, while Clover just destroys Asgore with a super laser blast directly from their Soul and leaves.

Argument 5: miscellaneous

Just to clear up any further confusion, I’ll give quick explanations for some more minor points that I have encountered

Nobody in the original Undertale apart from Flowey, Toriel and Asgore meets Clover, so the other monsters in Undertale acting like they had never met one makes sense.

Flowey not just stealing Clovers Soul is explained well by the game itself. He plans to, however he doesn’t get the chance in Pacifist; sees that we couldn’t surpass Asgore in Flawed Pacifist; steals our soul but is unsatisfied with the outcome and resets in Neutral, and gets gunned down in Genocide.

Toriel believing that it’s been a long time since a previous human fell when she sees Frisk in Undertale doesn’t mean much, she mostly lives isolated in the Ruins, with the other monsters being too afraid to speak with her, considering this and just generally how much seemed to have happened within that year, time could have felt much slower. Alternatively you could argue that the 6 humans all fell within months of each other, and that a years gap is a long time in comparison to the rate the first 6 fell (or 5, since she says the exact same thing to Clover).

Both Flowey and Clover using file 1 at the end of Genocide doesn’t fit what we know about save files no, however I feel it is a little nit-picky to use it as a definitive reason to discredit how well UTY fits into canon, after all the only thing you’d need to do is change the numbers and this would be fixed.

The Gunsmith having been born a week before the Human Vs Monster war doesn’t go against anything we already know. As stated before, we know that at least some monsters like Gerson do live for a very long time.

Flowey having more determination than Clover also doesn’t break anything. Flowey was injected with DT from 5 human Souls. The thing is that Frisk was special when it came to the amount of determination they had.

Unlike with most of the other cast, nobody in Undertale actually indicates that Flowey never met a human prior to Frisk.

Chujin being a boss Monster doesn’t contradict what we know about Boss Monsters. We know that the Dreemurrs are boss monsters, but nothing tells us that they are the only boss monsters.

Argument 6: the nature of the SAVE files contradicts Undertale Yellow

Here we go, the penultimate argument I shall argue against. Never did I expect for this obscure piece of Undertale lore to be the bane of my existence but here we are. For a short time I thought that this could not be countered, only after I had walked away from a discussion completely defeated did the pieces finally start to come together, and now finally… I have an explanation.

First things first, let’s look at the 10 save files. The files go from file 0 to file 9. We know that File 0 likely belongs to Chara due to it being the one that we save with in Undertale, and that file 9 belongs to Frisk since it works as the games Autosave/Checkpoint system. File 8 would then of course belong to Flowey, not just because it’s the one just before Frisks but because File 8 appears in your files after you beat Omega Flowey to mark your completion of a Neutral run, likely implying that his previous SAVE was of course when he was Omega Flowey. Flowey also uses files 2, 3 and 6 throughout the Omega Flowey battle, and since Toriel implies that other humans who fell were also able to save and reset, we can assume that 2-6 likely belonged to previously fallen humans.

Now the only files that need an explanation are file 1 and file 7, and I’ve seen 2 interesting theories for this. The first is that file 1 belongs to Asriel after he took Chara’s Soul, and the other is that file 7 belongs to Lemon Bread since they know what a SAVE point looks like and tries to trick us with it; but the thing is, which one of these are true? Surely it can’t be both since we know one needs to belong to the 6th… okay I’ll cut that out you already know I’m going to say they are both true.

So for Asriel having file 1, he absorbed Chara’s Soul so should have all of their determination and therefore should also have overtaken their ability to SAVE. Of course it’s unlikely that Asriel would have made anything out of it since the idea of saving and loading was fairly alien to Flowey, however that doesn’t necessarily rule out the possibility that Asriel didn’t SAVE or at least have a file created.

Lemon Bread is a bit more complicated, and we are gonna need to look into the order of events within the True Lab to try and work this out. Firstly, we need to look at some of the true lab entries.

ASGORE asked everyone outside the city for monsters that had "fallen down."

Their bodies came in today.

They're still comatose... And soon, they'll all turn into dust.

But what happens if I inject "determination" into them?

If their SOULS persist after they perish, then...

Freedom might be closer than we all thought.

This is entry 6, when the fallen down monsters are given to Alphy’s and have Determination injected into them.

I've chosen a candidate.

I haven't told ASGORE yet, because I want to surprise him with it...

In the center of his garden, there's something special.

The first golden flower, that grew before all the others.

The flower from the outside world.

It appeared just before the queen left.

I wonder...

What happens when something without a SOUL gains the will to live?

This is entry 8, Alphy’s gets a hold of a golden flower that she injects Determination into.

“One of the bodies opened its eyes.

This is entry 13, when the fallen monsters started to regain consciousness, 7 entries after they were first delivered.

Seems like this research was a dead end...

But at least we got a happy ending out of it...?

I sent the SOULS back to ASGORE, returned the vessel to his garden....

And I called all of the families and told them everyone's alive.

I'll send everyone back tomorrow. :)

This is entry 15, by this point all the monsters that had fallen down were awake, and the still not conscious Golden Flower was still just a Flower, being returned alongside the human Souls.

no No NO NO NO NO NO

This is entry 16, the fallen down monsters started to melt together and create the amalgamates.

the flower's gone.

Finally, we have entry 18, when Alphy’s noticed that the Flower seems to have disappeared from the garden, 10 entries after she first selected it.

So, why are these entries so important? Well we know that to have ever held the ability to SAVE, Lemon Bread would have to had held the right amount of Determination before Flowey first became conscious in the garden, and did they? Yes, yes they did. Flowey could have awakened anywhere in the timeframe between entry 15 when he was returned to entry 18 when Alphy’s noticed him gone, however all the fallen down monsters that were injected with Determination were already awake by this point, and therefore prior to Flowey waking up, they would have been the most determined beings in the underground, perhaps with enough determination that whichever monster happened to have the most was able to SAVE. The time that they would have had with the ability would also have at least been for longer than Asriel had it since Flowey can’t have awoken until after a couple entries later at the bare minimum. Of course since this follows the idea that Lemon Bread had the SAVE ability since they knew what a SAVE point looks like, we can assume that the monster in question would have been Shyren’s sister, since I doubt that the Moldbygg and Aaron that also make up Lemon Bread would hold such a role.

Argument 7: Flowey’s backstory

I really thought I was done with this infuriating Flower, but it appears not. For there is a single hole I need to clear up… Flowey’s Genocide speech. Of course this should be fairly simple to clear up-

Ah… well okay this makes things interesting. If Flowey didn’t know where the Souls were stored then that would make it very hard to believe that Flowey ever encountered a human before Frisk since if that were the case then Flowey would definitely have an opportunity to sneak by and see where they are hiding, however this is not what the dialogue actually means. Flowey knew where the Souls were, he sneaks in to steal them in Neutral while we are talking to a defeated Asgore, his only issue was that he wasn’t able to get them out without Asgore. In repeated Neutral runs he still just waits until we are distracted with Asgore to take the Souls, and in Pacifist he takes them while the main cast are all distracted which again is when the canisters are open and available.

On a last note, here’s some dialogue that actually helps the idea that Flowey encountered another human.

It’s made clear all throughout the underground that humans have far greater Determination than monsters, and while you could argue that Flowey was just overconfident in his abilities, it’s still fairly strange that Flowey would still find a human having the DT to overwrite his abilities something special, unless of course he’d encountered a human previously who wasn’t able to do as much.

Conclusion

So, that’s about all I have to say, honestly I’m just glad to be done with it. This was a lot of work, and I’m excited to see this post which I’ve been working on for 3 days get completely dismantled almost immediately. Anyways, wish everyone reading a good day and goodbye!

[satoshy12]

Constantine and the Cherub"?"

John Constantine sat in the House of Mystery, next to him was a baby cradle, and he poured himself a glass of whiskey. It had been a busy night so far, but he knew that could change in an instant if the child woke up. And the demonologist, is ready to take a break, even just this tiny one. 

As he returned home, he found the infant who owned a part of his soul, and John had no idea who’s backing the tiny infant. 

But he was aware that it must be a fairly powerful person because he had sold his soul to numerous, related beings. Additionally, he had sensed the being that had seen to his needs be done before departing.

And somehow Danny is involved, prompting John to be instructed in the letter to keep the child, whose name is Daniel, safe. As stated in the warning, if a vampire, robot, or a flock of green vultures tries to kidnap Danny, just send them away. It doesn't matter where they go as long as the baby doesn't see them.

He observed that Danny's appearance would change when he sneezed; at the time, he was just a baby with black hair, not white hair. John believes he can handle it as long as it doesn't happen in front of others.

As he took a sip of his drink, his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Zatanna. He hesitated for a moment before answering. He knew that when she called, it usually meant trouble. 

"John, we need you at the Watch Tower," she said as soon as he picked up. "There's something big going on."

John sighed. He knew he couldn't ignore the call. As much as he tried to distance himself from the superhero world, he knew that they would not leave him alone.

"I'll be there," he tried to whisper and not wake up the infant, and put down his glass. "What's the situation?"

Zatanna filled him in on the details as he made himself ready to get a Zeta-beam to the Watch Tower. It seemed that a powerful artifact had appeared in a city and had cased chaos. The Justice League had already taken it with them, but they needed John's expertise to know how to deal with the situation.

John's mind raced as he tried to think of a plan. He couldn't leave Danny alone, but he also couldn't ignore them otherwise they would come. He decided to bring the baby with him, hoping that the Watch Tower would be a safe place for the child. Put on his coat, and took Danny in his arm, and got Zeta-beamed. 

As he arrived at the Watch Tower, John was greeted by the rest of the Justice League. He could sense their surprise when they saw the baby in his arms, but they didn't say anything. 

John quickly looked at the artifact as Danny started to wake up .

Bruce asked, "Why do you have an infant with you?"

John:" You have no idea, i am struck with him, after I returned home he was inside my house. A note telling me to take care of him and... he owns a part of my soul."

Wally began to chuckle like Hal: "John Constantine, The Hellblaser lost his soul to a baby; I can't wait to see the faces of your foes and other allies! Hahahaha!"

Dinah moved cautiously toward Danny "Who is adorable?" You are a little cherub, indeed." Danny looked around and saw he was in space, which made his already adorable disposition even cuter. He also slightly twitched his little nose.

The Heroes grinned as they saw the baby's happiness as John showed him the window and Dinah promised John she would take good care of him. He will discuss what they discovered while it.

John quickly realized that the Thermos was a prison that they could open and seal in the same way. As they were able to use the Thermos to trap the creatures, the bottom did not lie, but who would construct such a prison?

 "Ah-choo!!" 

A few seconds later, he just heard a yell: "John!!"

John:"Oh, no." 

They noticed Dinah returning in a sprint: "This child is not typical; his dark black hair has vanished, and he has changed his appearance. He now sports a white hair halo! Nothing brief but cute! He appears even cuter when he is dimly glowing!"

Clark Kent:" May I ask what you think he is, Constantine? He's not a human, is he?"

 "Well, all I know is that he is not malicious." John: "I have no notion what he is."

He observes the heroes' glares at him.

John explained it to them: " Buggers, I'm referring to his species, not his personality! I don't even know what to think what race it can be, Hell. Feel free to think of name for his race as i was not able to find a existing one, he can be just a new species. Please refrain from using the terms similiar sounding to Cambion or Demon."

Dinah: "He is a little Cherub, then. Yes You are, you are, you are. I'm going to go give him food since you will be preoccupied with this."

A select group of Heroes without any knowledge of magic remained with her to spend time with young Danny when Dinah departed. Only John, Zatanna, and Batman remain in the rear.

"Okay, Who will tell her," John said as he blinked his eyes, and saw Black Canary leave.

Zatanna: "Don't you dare."

A/N:

Yes i have the sneeze idea form Lauch Dragon Ball just Google biblically accurate angels Cherubim

[st4rducki]

Also, I'm STILL questioning what the heck tubbo is made of, some strange some not. And some suggested to me. Here's a list:

• Silicone (or whatever the fake"real" looking faces are made off)

• A Code

• Someone else's skin

• gnomes (gravity fall style/j)

• A Ghost possession (and then that's why his eyes are half colored)

• Zombie (???but healed, in a way? Like Mc zombie villager style)

• Vampire (Idk why I went fictional mosters)

• Possessed doll

• Tubbo

Bc like I also have to count that he "eats" food and acts like how any other person would act. For all I(/we) know he could actually be an egg, as silly as it sounds.

I would add that he is a robot to the list, but someone reminded me that he isn't, so it was immediately ruled out.

Or does he even have organs? Does he have a heartbeat? Creation stated he was never alive to begin with, so does that mean he's already dead now? Or not dead yet.

I NEED TO KNOW *Shakes tubbo around aggressively*

[snakegorl212006]

Rare Blood pt 2

 “Our knights have kept tabs over other clans and revealed around the same time, the same deal presented to us has been brought over to them.” Lilia adds “a human with a rare blood type is nothing special, it’s not uncommon to find ‘rare blood’ nowadays lilia” Azul stated “But, rare blood that possesses the capability of enhancing Vampire capabilities is unique indeed. At Least that’s what I assumed why everyone else signed on this deal” Azul adds the other lords nod but kalim “I was told that the human needed a home and they couldn’t provide for them anymore” he stated “of course you’d fall for that” Vil sighed. “So i can just enhance vampire capabilities” you asked as lilia smiles at you “Well that part was certainly true or else we might just suck you dry for the scam” Lilia stated which made you shiver “kidding. Don’t be so stiff” Lilia jest. “Blood like yours don't come around for another 100’s to millions of years and youngsters these days just lack the patience from their elders” Lilia explains “besides, with enough of your blood, you can make a vampire just as powerful as Malleus just by drinking the life out of you.” Lilia adds “anyways, the reason why they’ll be kept in ramshackle is due to it’s equal proximity to each of the surrounding manor outposts as well as it’s looks. Surely a human this special is surely kept in some lavioush house” Lilia said with a smile “wouldn't that be more obvious” Leona asked “we kept them there for a month now without incident. I’d say it works” Lilia replied. Imma get kidnaped eventually. You mentally sighed “I suggest we send some of us to monitor the human” Azul stated “I unfortunately can send my staff over. We’re more informats then proper guards” Azul sighs which caused Riddle to raise a brow and Kalim nods in agreement  “I’ll send over some of my cards, this can make up for octavinelle and scarabia’s share ” Riddle said as he sips his ‘tea’ “I can send one of my jewels,I might make visites soon to make sure things are up to standard” Vil said “i suppose i can pitch in” Leona yawns “Brother gave me permission to be station there” the robot stated which made Lilia smile “then human arrangements are done, excellent” Lilia smiled “other then that… Blood shares will remain the same as well as optional communication with the human is up to each of you” Lilia states as he looks at the paper in his hands “any objections” Lilia asked. you raise your hand “c can i go back…I don’t feel well” you asked. Lilia’s eyes sofens “of course, Silver take them home” Lilia asked. “Follow me” a voice spoke from behind you, giving you a heart attack. When did he get here. You got up from your seat and followed silver outside. The moon was still high in the sky and the green flames vanquished. Only darkness remains. Silver guides you through the dark woods back to the rustic manor. “...It’s not that bad once you get used to it” silver spoke as he opened the door for you “here” he said as he handed out (your favorite snack). You took it as you entered “good night” Silver spoke softly as he closed and locked the door.

[fishfingersalad]

big post of all my random rvb au ideas and some hcs, decided this was more reasonable than making like 20 different posts.

Hc the freelancers who die are like submarines that go missing, officially still out on patrol. Florida is the only freelancer that is officially gone from the program. A rumor starts that the freelancers suits are in some way connected to the us states so people think that when florida (state) blew up, so did Agent Florida's armour killing him in the process

 (I'm an ace Tucker believer) Y'know how Tucker gets charged child support for a bunch of kids post chorus? I don't think he has any kids outside of Junior. I think a bunch of people who got pregnant post temple of procreation were like shit idk the kids other parent. Uhhhh. Let's just say it was the rich famous planetary hero guy who claims to have slept with everyone. He probably doesn't even remember the people he's slept with. And then Tucker, asexual who has had sex one (1) time and realised he didnt like it very much, is stuck between revealing to the whole goddamn planet that he doesnt actually fuck, and paying a billion dollars of child support.

In an everyone lives no one dies type au I think Donut gets Maine, Locus, South, and Wash to come to his wine and cheese hour and he does their makeup and their nails.

Au where Sigma is just so fucking invested in getting Maine and Wash to date that he doesnt do anything evil. "Agent Maine, I think you will find this course I have signed you up for quite informative" Sigma this is a couples wine and pottery class "Oh look, is that Agent Washington over there? you should go say hi."

Au where Wash and Epsilon bond. It still fucks Wash up and shit, cause yknow. Epsilon issues. But Wash goes like "I am going to fucking kill the director he fucked you ai over so much" And Epsilon is so taken aback bc of Alphas view of Wash from an outside, heavily filtered perspective made him seem happy go lucky, innocent, and a bit naive.

Au where the freelancers find out that the director is Linas dad and behind her back they're all like "hey is she okay? why does he talk to her like that?" but then whenever she's around they just accuse her of nepotism. Gamma and Sigma team up to hack the leaderboard and change her name to nepotism baby.

I love South. I wish she existed more. I wish her and North and Theta could have gotten along. I wish Theta could suit jump like Omega and Alpha. I wish Theta could spend time with South. Like yeah South wouldn't like having to share an ai with her brother but like. He's their littlest brother.

Junior and Theta could autism bond. I think they'd both like comics. Also Junior teaches Theta basketball and Theta teaches Junior to skate. Skateboard kid plus scooter kid. I think Palomo would like to skateboard too. Wash and Palomo both helped teach Theta to skateboard. Wash bc he's friends w North, Palomo bc he's at the skatepark frequently. Jensen roller skates, she's... okay at it. not good. but okay. She broke her tailbone trying to impress Palomo. Andersmith would work at a youth center that the teens hang out at. Matthews works at a movie theatre, Bitters watches a movie there every week, maybe just to see Matthews.

Sarge werebear. Simmons vampire. Grif faun. Donut Light Elemental. Lopez is a ghost that got stuck in a shitty robot Sarge built. Church and the ai are ghosts, Tex is a vampire, Caboose is a werewolf (big doggy :3). Siren Tucker. Deep sea mermaid Junior (glowing octopus type stuff). Faun Kai (same as Grif). Carolina’s a Phoenix. Wash some kind of big cat thing. Florida Shapeshifter (he prefers being reptiles). The twins are demons. 479er is a harpy. York poltergeist (throws stuff at people). Wyoming's some kind of “answer my riddles three” type of imp. Ct is also a shapeshifter. Maine’s just a regular guy with a lot of weird friends. Felix and Locus are a fire elemental and a dryad respectively. Siris is a water elemental. In my au Donut’s a light elemental which makes it so fucking funny if Church pops up and says "boo" Donut just fucking decks him. and through Church being a ghost (a form of light) and Donut being a light elemental, Donut’s fist connects. South is the demon people are more likely to fear, but North is the one you really need to look out for. When South loses her temper people get frightened, when North loses his temper people die. If there's like. a group of kids exploring or something North’ll hold South back from doing anything more than scaring them. If there's a priest attempting an exorcism or someone with a cross threatening South, their organs will be found separately from their bodies. 

It's kinda funny when people make Church and Lina siblings and then Tex is just some random girl that Church likes. Like I fully understand why and the only other alternative i can think of is like. Church is the director's younger brother who was raised alongside his daughter after their parents died. and Tex is Allison's younger sister. Only way I could put together Church kinda being the director and Tex kinda being Allison but also Church and Lina being siblings without there being any relation between Tex and Church.

Florida and Ct have a coworker friends relationship i think. When they first met I think Florida said something vague and threatening to her so she pulled a knife on him. They've been sort of friends ever since.

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More thoughts from re watching season 2 episode 5

One thing I’ve noticed about Louis in Dubai the entire series is that he is…a little off putting.

And it’s not Louis the character, it’s his demeanor, his cadence, how he holds himself and communicates.

Its weird. I previously attributed it to him being depressed, on the brink of death. Robotic because he as the depths of depression.

But seeing episode 5 I realized that Louis bothered me because he did not sound like himself. Or rather he doesn’t sound like New Orleans Louis.

No southern accent, use of words and phrases that seemed stiff.

When Armand almost lost Louis to his suicidal attempt I believe Armand felt like he needed to protect Louis, keep him safe fron himself, and perhaps to ensure he doesn’t leave Armand by trying to commit suicide again.

Armand has had some grip of control of Louis since his recovery of the attempt.

Perhaps Louis looking absolutely exhausted in episode 4 is because it’s like he’s mind control drugged, not fully there.

And Why did he reach out to Lestat after the attempt? He was speaking to him when Daniel was watching TV, why?

The assumption is that Lestat is underground, there is consciousness when vampires do so. But why reach out? Because he felt he needed support with Louis? Give Louis a reason to live?

An alternative of Merrick was that Armand and Lestat were there after Louis’s attempt. I should look up what was written but from I heard it was Lestat willing to let Louis go (wanting to respect his choice) while Armand wanted to save him.

I wonder if those alternate writings will be somehow incorporated into the show?

Anyways, perhaps it’s been stated already but Louis’s strange and off putting demeanor is likely Armand’s continuous mind control of him, with the intention to keep Louis safe.

So, why the interview now?

[festive-unserious-fellow]

No okay bcuz actually I DO want to explain my thoughts from this post here because I love analyzing things and I think talking abt Vox's relationships thru the lens of "this is just like Buffy fr fr" could be fun :)

FIRST OFF: VoxVal as Spike & Drusilla. I do not know their ship name and tbh I'm probably never gonna talk about them again so whooooo cares. To state the obvious, in this situation Vox is Spike and Val is Dru. Now, it's been awhile since I've watched Buffy, but from what I remember, Spike & Drusilla really are THE toxic villain couple, in that they're both like. Not very good to or for eachother, all things considered, but goddamnit they love eachother SO MUCH- which really is the generous interpretation of Staticmoth. I'm not gonna go super in depth into the fucking. Is Staticmoth abusive debate rn. Because I have one million other posts that make my stance on that pretty clear I think. But the uh... nicer interpretation of their relationship is very much Spike & Drusilla I think. Like right down to the headcannon of Vox liking how Val's shit eyesight & temper tantrums makes him kind of dependent on him. Again, could be misremembering, but based off of how Spike was w/ Dru while she was weakened(and based off of how he rebounded w/ Harmony of all people 💀), I get the distinct vibe that, despite his frustrations, Spike did like having somebody relying on him the way Dru(and later Harmony) did. Vox def seems like the type of guy that would get a kick out of feeling Needed and Relied On(why else would he literally route the entire Pride rings power grid through himself-), and Valentino is. Well. Valentino. I'm not gonna go over their interaction before Stayed Gone because it makes me ~genuinely uncomfortable~ for reasons I have, once again, gone into in depth before, but suffice it to say that it's definitely in character for Vox to be into Val relying on him like that. Oh also, like somebody pointed out in the reblogs on the original post, the reason Spike & Dru broke up from s3 all the way to their reunion in s5 is that she cheated on him and that's. Yeah that sounds about right.

And second, the Staticradio twins: Spuffy and Spangel. Why the fuck did I call them the Staticradio twins? I don't know I'm tired as shit and just used most of my brain power on the VoxVal segment now get off my back- anyways, these two are actually pretty easy to explain so I'll just get right into it! Most of the similarities between Staticradio and Spuffy can really be summed up in the song Reat In Peace from Buffy's musical episode. One-sided, obsessive crush on someone who you know deep down will probably never reciprocate. You want them to just leave you the fuck alone and stay gone(hahahahahahahahah), but they just. Aren't. Like even the bits about being a dead guy without a heart beat are spot on because Vox is a motherfuckin DEMON who is a ROBOT!!!!!!! Also the Alastor Body Pillow fanon(which IS fanon. It is. I'm sorry to say but that wasn't a thing on the Instagrams y'all-) does line up with the uh. The Buffy sex bot- it does line up with the Buffy sex bot. Anyways moving on to the Spangel section-

"You were my sire man!" - Spike, to Angel, in his introduction episode. I don't remember if this was retconned in season 5(or 6?) to be Dru siring Spike? It might've been. But for the sake of this post lets pretend it wasn't. Angel was basically Spike's mentor for a lot of their time together pre-show. They ran around in their weird little vampire polycule causing problems for everyone and life was good! Then Angel got cursed. Bro got a soul and then ran away for years without a word to anyone. Then, cut to current day, and Spike is hyped to see him right up to the point he realizes Angel has Changed. And from that point onward to two are RIVALS!!!!! Narrative foils, even. And while it isn't exactly the same as Alastor and Vox's history, it's pretty damn similar right!? Al was(presumably) Vox's friend and mentor for YEARS, like to the point of being comfortable taking a picture with him. Then something happens between them, causing a rivalry to form. Throw somewhere in the mix Al's deal & him fucking off for 7 years... it's like the same pieces being put together in a new way to make a different puzzle. Is Rosie Darla in this analogy? Unclear. Val is still Dru though. Do y'all get where I'm coming from? It's far, FAR from the same thing, like there are so many fucking differences and that's just going off of the stuff we DO know(I want to know more god I can't wait for season 2-), but the dynamics ARE similar. They're narrative foils with a deep history w/ eachother where they were probably-definitely friends, something caused them to become RIVALS, and also one of them is cursed and dissappeared for several years-

Whoo boy this got kinda incoherent- Anyways, that brings me to my brand new fun and interesting point: Vox and Spike are kinda similar characters. They're both antagonists who wanna be Big Tough Scary guys so bad, and like. They are. They are big tough AND scary. Sometimes. But for the vast majority of their screen time, their emotions, capacity for love(no matter how twisted their version of love is), and the consequences of that love going wrong continually get the better of them and cause them to look to us, the audience, like silly pathetic wet cats we found on the side of the road. Then they get Weird about it(Vox's "rivalry" w/ Angel and the. Buffy sex bot.) and we remember oh yeah this guy is EVIL! They also both wear long jackets and are bisexual :)

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Heyy! Can I request a little something on how you think Echo’s time on Skako Minor went down? It can be head canons or whatever you feel like writing ❤️it’s just that I NEED to find out how he got the way he is because like, wouldn’t he have burns or scars if he was really blown up? And how can the explosion take off both legs at around the waist, one arm, and not kill him? I’m not familiar with that kind of stuff, and I’m curious to see what you think.

Thanks! -Sha

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Echo wasn’t sure why exactly he did it, but a part of him took over, and suddenly he was running to the ship, his shield up in an attempt to shelter himself. He felt the heat first, the ringing sound of the explosion taking over his hearing. Time froze as his eyes turned to Fives, who he could tell was horrified, even through the visor. Echo hadn’t thought death would be like this, painful and dark. As soon as time had resumed, he’d been engulfed in an explosion of fire.

The battle droids at the battle had returned afterwards to find the Clone covered in rubble, clutching his shield to his body and covering his face, his helmet gone.  That shield and his armour had protected him from death, but he was now bleeding out. Upon order from higher ranking, the droids took the Clone to Medbay, where he was nursed back from his deathly state.

The strange position he’d attempted to shelter himself in and the way his body had turned left him with deadly burned legs and an arm. So the medic droids removed all three limbs and replaced them with robotic legs and a scomp link, I think you called it? I don’t remember.

Echo was in such bad condition from the explosion that he acquired some amnesia, and therefore didn’t think that the droids were enemies when he woke up.

The Techno Union did not treat Echo well, not in the slightest, but he didn’t really remember much and was disoriented, so thought nothing of it.

The medics basically tossed him in a bacta tank a few months after his limbs had healed enough to be able to remove the robotic stuff. He stayed there for hours on end for weeks, which did a lot of his healing and since the scars were still fresh, they healed. 

After that, he went through a lot of torturous machine trying stuff. As in, them plugging him into machines to try and communicate with his subconscious brain or whatever. Pretty messed up but yeah.

Eventually, they found something that worked, and Echo was stuck in the machine from then on until Rex rescued him. That’s why he so pale. He’s pale not just cause of the explosion but because of the, like, 0 vitamin D (the Techno Union were probably pumping that, other vitamins and food or whatever into his body somehow but like, no sun, boi pale. Boi vampire pale).

After coming out of the machine, and over time, Echo’s memory worked. It was back to it’s full condition before they put him in the machine, so when he gets yoinked out, he’s all good.

He’s defo traumatised from everything, but still rather cheery - the Bad Batch Echo we all know and love. 

It takes him a little to get used to his robotic limbs but he gets to before they toss him in the machine. But when he gets out, he’s not able to manoeuvre himself normally at first. It would be hard for someone with all their natural limbs intact to do so, but with robotic limbs, it’s even harder.

Had a breakdown when he asked Rex “Where’s Fives?” and found out.

Like, didn’t leave his room for weeks.

I feel like if Fives was still alive, he would’ve gone back to the 501st but kept in contact with the Bad Batch. I feel like cause Fives wasn’t there, he couldn’t bare to go back there.

Never talks to Fox again. 

Fairly.

I love Fox but like, Echo does not after that.

Has the most horrible night terrors, mostly of his time at Skako Minor, the explosion and then just his imagination creating visions of what Fives’ death might have looked like.

Echo’s very glad he joined the Bad Batch, but always misses the 501st. He will constantly do shit that is so 501st-coded, none of TBB members understand. Like, he’ll make inside jokes and laugh until he remembers and then freeze and sometimes cry. 

Honestly, same boi.

Unrelated headcanon, but I fully believe he got the number five tattooed on the back of his left hand, so he always carries a bit of Fives with him. It’s covered so much that it takes months for TBB to find out.

When he remembers the droids are the enemy, he’s disgusted about how buddy-buddy he treated them. 

So basically, his odd position he was in left his limbs burnt, not ripped off. They however had to be removed because of the burns, and then he was thrown in a bacta tank for ages. 

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Quick AN: Originally this was an idea I got for a later scenario in a fic I’m writing about Springtrap and a vampire oc of mine however for the sake of this ask I’m ripping out the vampire and placing y/n in their shoes but if you ever wanna hear about the cringe girlfailure that is Wren Vesper the vampire love interest lmk I’m always happy to infodump!! :33

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Springtrap’s hands shook as he delicately clutched the old photo you handed him. You’d never seen him so… horrified before.

At the same time, however, you couldn’t exactly blame him for being in shock; it had been so long since he had seen himself appear so joyful in any way with anyone, save for his late business partner whom the two of you also held a deep fondness for back then.

Before everything Springtrap had done.

His breathing grew more sporadic, having already been difficult enough for him as is before descending into such a panicked state so quickly. As usual, he attempted to hide his reaction, but it was all he could do but to slowly placed his free hand over his eyes——and it wasn’t long before a few robotics whimpers that almost sounded reminiscent of sobbing escaped his lips.

Your eyes widened, and as he dropped himself into one of the corners in the office, you reached out to him, offering to rest a hand on his shoulder.

He allowed it, but it took a few minutes before he finally brought himself to remove his hand from his face. Even then though, he found himself looking down at the picture again with sorrow in his eyes.

“Why are you still here?” he eventually muttered.

You stiffened. “What do you mean?”

“You know very well what I mean,” he said, finally looking back up at you. He couldn’t cry, yet something about his expression made it seem like he was about to tear up. “Just think about the things I say, the things I *do*. The things I’ve already done that I can’t just go back and fix!”

You bit your lip, trying your best to hold back tears of your own as he went on.

“If I were to say I regretted *everything* I’ve done, it’d just be another lie to add to the list… but that’s not to say there’s *nothing*. But that doesn’t help you or Henry, now does it?”

“Will, I-“

Springtrap waved a hand in the air as he stood up and took a couple of steps away.

“No… no. Can’t you see it? I’m sick! I’m sick and horrible and-! Somehow you still love me all the same, don’t you..?”

You raised a hand, almost as if contemplating reaching out to him again, but instead used it to rub the back of your neck. You couldn’t find a proper way to respond yet.

“How is that even possible?!” Springtrap continued. “Don’t you know how awful I am for you? How awful I was for BOTH of you? How awful I was for ANYONE who had the misfortune of meeting me?!”

You took a step forward, but he took a step back.

“I just… I just don’t get it; to love someone as diseased as I. You’re my world, but you deserve so much better than to have to witness the world I live in when you don’t speak. You’re everything to me, but I don’t understand how I can be ANYTHING to you. Why don’t you hate me like you’re SUPPOSED to?!”

You couldn’t find the words at first, having been completely heartbroken by each and every one that Springtrap just spoke. You were well aware that he was bad. Or, at least, many of his actions were.

But despite that…

“Hey, listen to me,” you began, grasping his hand and folding them both while placing one of your hands on top of them.

He stared at you with questioning, almost glossy eyes.

You took a deep breath.

“Will. I am… I am well aware that you’re a horrible person. You’ve done things I can’t even attempt to justify, and you’re right; I SHOULD hate you for it. But that’s the thing: I can’t.”

Springtrap’s eyes widened.

“That honestly probably makes me just as terrible as you. I’ve accepted that already though. Because, despite everything, I love the person that you are beyond your crimes. You’ve proven that you can be vile, but you’ve also proven time and time again that you can be GOOD to people too. I mourn for every child that lost their lives, and I hate myself for mourning the loss of YOU even more. Before you did that, you and Henry were the reason I looked forward to the day ahead, and you both were the only beacons of light I ever managed to find in this… this pointless existence I live in. William, you’ve proven to me your potential for generosity, kindness, patience, and compassion. You’ve always been insistent on working yourself to death when it came to what you were passionate about, and you always set aside time to spend with me or Henry even if you were working on something else. But you’re broken. You have trust issues, you’re emotional, absurdly obstinate, and you did horrifying things.”

You smiled through your stream of tears as you tilted your head up to look at him, who also appeared as if he were ‘crying’.

“I love you even still though because I relate to that so much. So… so much. And I know we’re both repulsive people for the types of things we’ve done, but I can’t help but fall for you all over again every time I see you anyway. I love you and the beautifully broken mess you are, Will, so please… keep letting me.”

Springtrap found himself ‘sobbing’ uncontrollably as he abruptly pulled you into a hug.

It was the first time he initiated one first.

And as you both stood there holding each other and crying, you found strange safety in the other’s arms.

It was the two of you against the rest of the human race, and you loved each other with such a comforting insanity that you knew you’d be alright from then on. As long as you had each other.

And that was enough.

You didn’t know if you could put his pieces back together, and he wasn’t sure if he could do the same for you either.

But what you two knew for certain was that you were going to treat those broken pieces with the love and care neither of you were ever able to receive until then.

—Mari

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Why is everyone like a robot, saying that Stefan is the “better” man and comparing Stefan’s female admirers? 🤦🏽‍♀️

Katherine only say it to throw the insecurity into Damon’s face.

Silas did exactly the same in season 5.

Katherine called me. I’ve been always the FIRST.

Elena is different than his admirers.

4.01:

Do you know why I was on that bridge? I was coming back for you, Stefan. I had to choose and picked you bc I love you. No matter what happens it’s the best choice I’ve ever made.

She chose him bc she in love with him. Not bc he is the better man

i don’t understand, so are you against what I’m saying or not? 😭

I was just stating stefans obviously the better man and most females in the show thought so too. I wasn’t comparing anything to anything? I wasn’t comparing the females I was just showing the women who wanted Stefan for themselves.

Katherine said stefs the better man because yes, to get under Damon’s skin but her actions towards Stefan still showed she thought he was the better option. why do you think she hijacked elenas body? so she could have Stefan of course!

again, I know elenas different but I wasn’t comparing Stefans female admirers in the first place, and to be fair elena did show a little obsession and jealousy after she and Stefan broke up 🤷‍♀️

she was always pining for him and trying to turn Damon into Stefan when he wasn’t there:

she was always unnecessarily salty when Stefan was showing affection to another woman who wasn’t her:

she went back to him even when she found out he was a vampire and begged him to stay.

yes it’s a milder obsession than the others but Stefans always in her thoughts even with her humanity off

[aorticsims]

Whenever I make makeovers/remakes, I assign them a colour or two that isn’t already taken by another household member. I already assigned red (or moreso maroon) to Puck, so Tybalt was a challenge. I decided instead of two colours, why not three?

also i headcanon him having autism and jacob’s syndrome (aka extra y-chromosome) which i feel would explain a lot, like his gaunt face saying this from experience

Name: Tybalt Capp Pronouns: he/him Age: Young Adult Life State: Vampire Career/Schooling: Economics student at UBrite Aspiration: Vampire Family Personality: Popularity Traits: Mean, Active, Materialistic Family: Daughter of Caliban and Cordelia Capp, Sister of Juliette and Tybalt Capp Zodiac: Gemini Likes: Red, Yellow, Blue, Classical Music, Baroque Music, Romance Music, High Energy Sims, Argumentative Sims, Preppy Fashion Dislikes: Alternative Music, Hip Hop Music, Egotistical Sims, Rocker Fashion Hobby: Tinkering Skills: Fitness/10, Robotics/3, Vampire Lore/9