#Bloodlines WIP

[foxys-fantasy-tales]

I love my character Gwyar Cypress

I really wanna show you all Gwyar from my Bloodlines WIP, which a co-written with my friend/artist that does my Arigale artwork. Seriously, she's so hot. I think she is the hottest character I ever made. She's suave, she's cold-blooded against dicks, she's a singer at a tavern, she murders people she knows are up to no good by luring them to her house, usually drunk. She handles her own alcohol well. She's sultry and pan and knows what she wants and needs. She's got some deep seated trauma. She's a weird sort of half-born fae concept I made based somewhat on alraune myth (at least of their creation kinda) as well that makes her fae wings somewhat formed from viscera. She doesn't know much about herself and masquerades as a half-elf because it's easier with her ears and with wings hidden. She's got so much blood on her hands and no regrets. She looks like a goddess. I only have a sketch right now and it is planned to be colored and all at some point, but here.

(art by @fracturedfable - Twitter/dA) Also, her name has meaning like all my WIPs. Gwyar - Bloodshed Cypress - The type of tree she has a spiritual connection to on the hill outside town. A tree often planted around funeral plots. They are a classical symbol of mourning, but also they are a symbol for everlasting life. She carries on the wills of people who died in the town wrongfully and avenges them. Hopefully I have some colored art and can work on her Bloodlines WIP page more by end of the month as planned.

[strxwberry-milku]

𝐌𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧? 𝐏𝐭𝟐

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Roomate!Jimmy x Reader x Twin!Jey

��𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You always had a thing for twins…

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,097

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Daddy k*nk , Gagging , Cream Pie , Spitting

* 🎀 𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 🎀 *

“ Bend ova fa me princess ” Jey said while plopping you down unto the bed.It was so funny at the fact that , he was not to long ago cussing you out , but now look at him….ready to stretch that pussy out until you can’t even spell your name out correctly . Being a good girl you listened to his instructions and bent over making sure you arched your back real good , so him and Jimmy can see your glistening folds nice and presented. It was pathetic really, you bent over , after not even 24hrs of meeting these men, pussy throbbing and clenching at the mere thought of there big , long and thick dicks sliding in and out of your hole and painting your insides white with sticky hot cum. But of course you would like that wouldn’t you? them claiming every inch of your delicate body , leaving hickies and bruises on your neck and thighs for everyone too see, and know that they’re there bcause of them . Naughty little slut you are.

Groaning at the sight , Jimmy came forward and glided one of his thick fingers through your puffy folds “ Shittttt mamas, look at you all excited and shi, you can’t wait can you ?”. Moaning at the sensations of him prodding your hole you grind your ass back up against him , dying to feel at least something to soothe the aching feeling of wanting to be stretched and full. Not liking the fact that you didn’t respond to him, he gave your pussy a quick slap. “ ah-h-hh yes daddyyyy, Ooooo I can’t wait , I want you to fill up my pussy with your throbbing dick pleaseeee” you remarked jolting from the bitter but sweet sting that erupted from your pussy. Laughing he gently grabbed your jaw with of his hands and set your face at angle so that you were staring into his eyes.” That’s what i thought princess,respond when daddy talks to you ” you nodded your head in agreement. “such a good girl you areee” Jey taunted in the background , clearly amused by your obedience.

“Stick out yo tongue pretty girl” Jimmy commanded , examining your face as if it was a sculpture from the museum. Doing as told you stick out your tongue, which was already coated with saliva so you tried so hard not to dribble on yourself. “ Good girl” Jimmy whispered and pursed his lips together ready to let his saliva drop into your mouth .Moaning at the taste of his spit you swallow and keep your mouth open . “Such a dirty slut you are…I wonder what else you could do with that mouth of yours?” Jey said and came from behind Jimmy to peer down at you. He pondered for a second and smirked, with the mischievous glint in his eyes you knew that , by the end of this, your throat would surely be sore.

“Turn yo sexy ass around sweetie” Turning around you focus your attention on Jet yet again, “ That’s it baby ” he muttered while hastily pulling down his grey sweats,quickly revealing his already leaking precum , 8-inch caramel dick . Your eyes widened at the sight “ Fuck” you thought , how and earth was that gonna fit in your mouth ?. Sensing your worry he patted your head reassuringly “ Don’t worry angel, you can handle it , you’re a big girl”. That being said, you took a deep breath and guided his glazed cock into your mouth. Groaning at the feeling of your mouth suction cupping his dick , he pulled your hair into a make shift ponytail and gently began to bob your head up and down. “ Fuc-ckkk yess , baby just like th-att” the pleasure you were giving him was all too much, with the way you were going , you would’ve thought this was you regular job or something .Spit seeped through the gaps of your lips and his dick and dribbled down to his balls, you slightly gagged due to his enormous size, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle .

Feeling a bit left out from the action Jimmy climbed unto the bed and hiked up your dress to position himself behind you . Being so cock drunk from pleasuring Jey , you didn’t even feel Jimmy slap his tip against your pussy until you felt him push the fat head inside .Moaning at the sudden penetration you push back against him,trying to feel full as much as possible. Slapping your ass he gripped unto your hips and started to slam his pelvis against your ass at a rough pace . “ Damn princess , ion know you was that tight...mmn-gn you finna ma-ke me bus-s quickk” he moaned and shut his eyes. It was like your body was on fire, it was all to much, from Jimmy complety obliterating your insides , too the point it felt like he was about to touch your liver too Jey who was face fucking you like there was no tomorrow.

Your body shuddered and your knees stared to buckle a little due to the overwhelming pleasure that was seeping through your body. Every moan or noise that threatened to escape , sent vibrations straight to Jey’s dick , further forcing him to his edge. “Shit,Shit,Shit!” Jey gritted out as he could feel his stomach tighten,signifying his release was about too come. You were on thin ice as well, one more thrust from Jimmy and it was over for you. Your blood pumped so fast around your body to the point you could hear it drumming in your ears, sweat dripped down your face and into your bouncing boobs. Jimmy was gripping unto you so tight , there’ll surely be bruises . “ I’m boutta cum princess, come with me ” he strained out, trying so hard to wait on you .

You couldn’t hold it anymore, your eyes rolled at the back of your head and the coil in your stomach finally snapped. Your pussy convulsed around Jimmy’s dick, completely milking him for what he’s got .Quickly pulling his dick out of your mouth he jerked of until his nut spilled all over your face ,almost like a finalised signature ,completing that you belong to him, Jey Uso. Pulling out of your sloppy hole, Jimmy groaned in defence from the loss of your warmth.

*BANG * *BANG* ( the front door )

“ Uh hello ? It’s your new roomate!”

𝐃𝐔𝐍 𝐃𝐔𝐍 𝐃𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐍….

I love ending on cliff hangers, it’s to funny. But anyways, how y’all like the new format ? ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

[ecoplasma]

unfortunately i love him

[elgarabelas]

After such a long break from drawing anything i present u yet another wip :)

[mortifying-macaroni]

Soon...

[eattteetth]

WIP

Beau is canon country now. Major lack of cowboy vampires lately. Feeling the need for some representation HAHAHHA

[abadbitchblogs]

🌸 WIP ask game 🌸

Rules: Share the document titles for your 10 latest WIPs, then send me a number or title (if you'd like!). I'll share a snippet and I'll add at least 100 words to my WIP.

The Attorney Zilla Fatu x OC

Master Solo Sikoa x OC

Roman Reigns Must Die Roman Reigns x OC

America’s Most Wanted The Bloodline x OC

Puppy Love Sami Zayn x OC

Training Day Bron Breakker x OC

Slide Jey Uso x OC

Be Our Guest Jimmy Uso x Naomi x OC

Dulces Suenos Damian Priest x OC

 Top of the Top Rhea Ripley x OC

a/n: I know I’m a whole week late, but I’m back in my bag y’all! Thank y’all for sticking with ya girl! Thank you @whatdoeseverybodywant and @wrestlingprincess80 for the tag 💞

[nantucketupsnott]

Empire Arms Hotels - Bridgeport (Downtown)

Custom paintings by: @kevinvoncrastenburg

[ao3dorian-gay]

au where haku joins the akatsuki after zabuza dies & gossips about itachi with deidara (fic)

[ashpkat]

breaking news: worlds worst family refuses to get therapy and is making it everyones problem

[mekanikaltrifle]

Ventrue/Brujah relations going well <3

(gonna colour this tomorrow maybe?)

[vinetae]

Bloodline - PJM

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴊɪᴍɪɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (Neighbor!AU)

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ, 18+ ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ/ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ!ᴊɪᴍɪɴ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴜ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ. ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ

Word count: 5k

Read the teaser - here

Taglist - here

Metal. That’s all Jimin could smell. Fellow kids watched as he stumbled back, landing flat on his ass to the hard cement. Hand coming to pinch his bloody nose, cursing under his breath in pain. 

“Aish, what are we gonna do with a pervert like you, huh?” Seo-Jin bows at the waist, body towering over Jimin as he looks down at the young boy in disgust. His clan of schoolmates are soon to chime in. 

“I think we should tie him up.” One comments, spitting on the floor next to where Jimin had laid. 

“Nah, little pervert would probably like it.” Seo-Jin’s voice is harsh and demeaning as his hand comes to grip Jimin’s chin tightly, tilting his head to catch the Senior’s hard gaze. “Fucking little pig.” 

Jimin’s chest heaves out a cough, spitting in Seo-Jin’s face. He lets out a chuckle, rising to his feet. Jimin’s eyes take a glance over to a small boy on the sidelines, watching as his fellow classmate gets beaten to a pulp. The small boy’s structure stood frozen, hands coming up to conceal his eyes from the bloody sight. Jimin’s teeth grit in pain and anger. Seo-Jin glances over to where Jimin’s stares had landed, a smirk pressing his lips. His body turns towards the young boy, as Seo-Jin’s two henchmen lift Jimin’s body from the blood-stained concrete, holding his head in place for the small school boy to see. His eyes widen with terror, as Seo-Jin’s arm comes to wrap around his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. 

“Yah, you know this boy?” His head shakes slowly, watching as one of the older boys lands a harsh blow to Jimin’s stomach, as he spews out a cough of blood onto the cement. Seo-Jin’s arm tugs at the boy’s figure, shaking it gently. 

“You sure you don’t know him..” Seo-Jin leans to the side, reading the young boy’s name tag as he continues. “Taehyung-ie?” 

Taehyung’s head shakes violently, eyes squeezing shut as to not watch this horrific scene. 

Seo-Jin scoffs, pushing Taehyung to the ground with a harsh shove. 

“If that’s how you wanna play.” 

..

His skin burned with fire. Blood tripping to escape, just for the boiler’s heated surface to swallow up any trace of skin left. His flesh melted away as if it had been a bowl of ice cream sitting in summer’s sun. Jimin frantically screams out, body writhing back and forth, but it has been no use. He was immobilized. Useless. Helpless. Seo-Jin’s left foot baring down between Jimin’s shoulder blades, as the two other students push his arm further against the boiler, earning a loud, shrieking scream from the struggling boy. 

Seo-Jin chuckles, deepening his heel onto Jimin’s spine. “You fucking like that, you little bitch!?”

Tears stained Jimin’s reddened cheeks, as the last bit of flesh he had of his forearm, diminished. Leaving only in its trail a path of pain and sorrow. Tears for the person he once called ‘friend’. 

..

Once he'd finished grad school, he'd decided to move into a small little town on the outskirts from the city. Nature calling, rather than his boss. He preferred it that way. Not having to listen to anymore dramatic, stretched college sex stories of who fucked who. His mind had been at peace.

Until a certain little lady stepped into his sight.

The white tailed summer's dress cascaded down her elongated figure. Half exposed legs stretch further than he could see. A pair of sparkly, white heels to match.

Certainly wasn't a usual sight for the south.

His breath rolls out in a few hushed chuckles, wiping the excess paint from his feather brush. He watches the young woman haul the minimal of her suitcases towards the neighboring house, plopping the load onto the bouncy oak planks of Miss Kim's old porch.

He lowers himself down to the little padded chair he'd sat out for his creative activities, knee bending at the joint as he relaxes a bit. The cool winds of summer brush along his lightly tanned skin like his brush strokes upon the once blank canvas.

His eyes train upon the newly announced stranger's slim figure, watching as she struggles searching for the key the previous owner had hid. A chuckle rolls from his breath, mind wandering to his faded memories of the previous tenant.

A few moments drip by, before he mumbles a few, familiar words to her un-aided struggles.

"Flower pot."

After a few more seconds, he watches the expression of her features shine like the sun. Lighting up like the fourth of July, as your hands place themselves right where he'd silently explained.

A smile creeps his sharp features.

Interesting.

..

Your hands fumble with the keys. If only the renter hadn’t used her space set as a ring holder for Christmas pictures of her cats. 

You take in a deep breath, scanning the room  as you take in all of its glory. A true to form, traditional house, on a beautiful piece of property. The backyard looks out into the open lands, making out nothing but freedom and skies from here on out. Your chest finally felt like it had been lifted. A weight, no longer burdening your heart. 

Feet trailing along the wooden heated floors, you get to work. Ripping the clear sheet protectors served to preserve the clean looks of her furniture. Small lamps sit in the corner, as you start setting up some of the items Miss Kim had put away for a while. 

After a few minutes of preparing the place you’ll be staying for the next week, your lips tug to a smile. Admiring your hard work. Your head turns to check the clock. 

1pm. 

It had taken about five hours to drive to this little town. The craigslist ad seemed a little sketchy at first. Once you checked the location, and talked with the verified tenant, you’d decided to book it for the week. A relaxing vacation near some open land and wildlife is just what you needed. 

Reaching into your luggage to pull out your painting easel, you set your things up on the back porch. 

..

The camera zooms to focus. Lens calculating in his grasp, as he snaps the beautiful scene. Life’s wondrous views, right in the palm of his hand. The figures curved and shaped to beautiful proportions, as a glowy afternoon dew drips down the scene. 

Her muffled screams ruin the sight. 

Jimin’s eyes roll, ripping another strip from his packaged tape, slapping a double piece to shut the struggling woman up. His knees bend at the joints, as he places a finger against the duct tape that had been hiding her thinned lips. Eyes glasses and fogged, as she had looked gaunt and malnourished. 

It had been her own fault, anyways. Jimin offered, for days on end, some delicious meals to her, but she just kicked the serving tray away and screamed. Fought him on every little thing.Beginning to be fed up with her antics, he’d been left with no other option. 

Her back propped against the hard concrete wall’s vertical surface. Thinning limbs trembling in starvation as she begins to thrash around violently, working with what little space of movement she had been given. Jimin’s eyes roll, as he grips the ball of her ankle, yanking her body forcefully down the wall’s flat. Her figure slides down to collide her back with the cement floors, a loud whine exiles her taped lips. 

 Jimin tsks, caressing the crown of her head gently. 

“You know, this would’ve been a lot smoother for you if you had just done what I said.” He sucks in a breath, before his palm hits the side of her thigh, earning himself a covered moan. A smirk plasters his cheeks, as he sets the camera to ‘flash’. He angles the lens to ghost over her body, getting a clear and full shot once.

“Smile” 

..

Your hands reach up, feeling the efforts of your paintings taking a toll on your bad posture. You place the brush down, leaning back to admire your small artwork. The beautiful mountains peak high in the background, as a stream of water rushes past, making the sight one of mother nature’s most beautiful works. You never really liked the city anyways. Always preferring the peaceful side of the country, to the buzzing hum of the rich. Actually, it was never a hum. More like a shout. 

Your French-dipped nail drags along the canvas’ filled spaces as a sigh escapes your lips.

..

The night sky dips down in watermarks across the horizon. Sun bidding farewell until the morning. Unpacking the rest of your things, you go to bed early. Hoping to awake bright and early in the morning for some sightseeing tours you’d signed up for. As your eyes are slow to drift away to Dreamland, your heart swells with all of the adventures you’re sure to encounter. All the different people, experiences, places, and more. 

..

This place was a ghost town..

Not a single soul was in sight. The town looked as if everyone had just upped and left as soon as you rolled in. Well, for the first few minutes of your miniature tour of the town, anyways.  Fresh baked rice cakes aroma could send even the strongest man to his knees. The delicious, chewy goodness tempts you strongly. Giving in, you quickly make your way to the little shop you’d spotted on the very end of town. 

His smile is warm and inviting. A man around your age stood tall in the window frame, as he flashes an early morning hello. Box-dyed blonde locks pulled back into a short ponytail, as his neck adorns a simple white button up collar, thighs wrapped in some cute loose blue jeans. 

“Hey there! What can I get chya?” 

Your nose follows the smell of scrumptious rice cakes. Finger automatically pointing towards the display case. As he’s preparing your to-go bag, you question. “Hey.. uh- where is everyone, by the way?” Your hands fiddle with the string of your coat, as his hand extends to give you your order. 

“Huh? What do you mean?” His arms place on the counter, eyebrow raising. 

“Uh..” You take another look around. “On the brochure..” 

He cuts in. “Brochure? Ohhh you mean Miss Kim’s listing?” You nod. His chest expands, letting out a laugh. “Ah.. she likes to over talk this place a lot.” Your eyebrow raises, as you take a bit of the little rice dough cylinder, he continues. “She’s lived here since the 30s. Her and her husband practically founded this little joint.” 

Your lips form an O-shape, chuckling. “Oh, so that’s why she was so enthusiastic about it..” He nods, upper body leaning closer to catch your gaze. His voice lowers, whispers colluding with the summer air. “It’s a quiet town, maybe a little too quiet…”  Your head swivels, catching him bursting into a fit of laughter. 

“I’m kidding! There’s no ghosts here or anything, promise. So, how long are you staying?” His boxy smile makes your cheeks burn red from embarrassment. To think, you took this countryside boy seriously for a second. His hand reaches around, scratching at his neck. 

“Oh, just until Saturday. I’m leaving early in the morning.” You reply, admiring the shop’s vintage aesthetic. It’s like everything in the town has been put on pause, like time has not affected anything in it. As if it had been Father Time’s favorite child.

“So..” You start, licking the little rice cake sauce from your thumbs, making a popping sound. You catch Adam's Apple bob up, then back down. Tongue swiping across the pad of your lips as you continue. “What’s a guy like you doing here?” 

His eyebrow raises. “Guy like me?” He doesn’t recognize the sentence. Well, that makes sense. By the way he’s dressed, he could’ve passed for just a rich, young looking grandpa. The slacks he wore had been pretty brand new looking as well, giving off ‘rich uncle’ vibes. In fact, his whole aura just screamed Old Soul.

“Uh well, you know?” Your voice begins to stutter, trying to fix the wording. “Like- a young guy. Handsome, pretty well off looking-” 

He stops for a second, processing the question. “You think I’m handsome?” A smirk presses his lips, as your heart begins to race. Shit. That’s not how you- you didn’t come here for a good fuck and run, Y/n. You came here to escape your problems, not add to them!

“I- uh.. I would be lying if I said no but-” He chuckles, tapping the counter softly. 

“Ah, you seem really nice but I’m uhm..” Your eyebrows knit together, trying to fill in the blank. He pulls his phone from pocket, as the screen lights up brightly, showing him and a picture of another man - kissing.

Your cheeks flush red. Great, Y/n. You just automatically assumed his sexuality- Are you really that obsessed, thinking everyone wants to bang you!?

Your lips falter, a deep crimson tints your face. You wanted the world to swallow you whole. 

“I- Uh.. I’m- c-congratulations..” He smiles, sliding the little device pack into its pocket. His cheeks burn with the same embarrassment. 

“Hah, thanks? I mean you’re really pretty and all.. Ah, I’m sorry.” He extends his hand out as a peace offering. “Can we start over?” 

You nod, shaking his hand in agreement. His lips curve into a smile, as he introduces himself. 

“I’m Taehyung.” 

..

You needed a long bubble bath after that awkward situation. You and Tahyung had been talking for a few minutes before an elderly woman called him to the back. You quickly exchange goodbyes, as you make your way out of the little shop. Hands swinging the little decaled paper bag mid air, while walking the rest of the little town’s small trails. You scoot out of the way, making your body fall to the side. A hand catches your arm before you’re able to collide with the piles of thorny brush. 

“Are you okay, Miss?” 

..

Fucking banshee. Jimin lets out a sigh, scrubbing at his wooden floors with a small brush. Knees aching and bruised the dips and sharp cracks along the basement’s floors dig into the surface of his skin like tiny knives. He dips the scrubber back in the bucket of water, going back to cleaning the floors. Tugging the lower part of his lips between his teeth, he mumbles out a few curses towards the woman’s silent pleas. Her legs fold inwards to bring some kind of comfort to this situation. Jimin’s hand lifts her heel up from the floor, as she lets out a scream. He’s quick to tower her body, pinching her nostrils to cut off her airway. 

“I thought you said you were gonna be quiet.” He grumbles, fingers tightening on her nose. Eyes were red and swollen from how many times she’d cried just today. He let go as soon as he could see the blue starting to paint her cheeks. When she’s released, the tape flies off from the side, as she’s gasping for air. Chest heaving tightly, taking every gulp of air she could. Her body falls to the side, hunched and curled up into a ball, trying to protect what little sliver of dignity she had left. 

Jimin’s eyes roll, as he rips off another piece of tape from the large Costco sized roll he’d bought a few weeks prior to this event. . He thinks for a second, an image of the woman he’d seen earlier, settling in his body. He wondered how you’d sound with all tied and taped up. Would you scream? Beg? Plea for your life like the others? He knew some of the older kids now loved that kind of stuff. When he visited Seoul two years ago, serial killers, murderers and masked men were all the rage. So much so, that he thought Halloween had come early this year. Now, he just knows that this generation might be just as fucked up as he is. 

This brings a smile to his lips. The woman tries to kick her left leg towards him, but he’s too quick. Gripping onto her ankle to twist at the joint. She screams in agony, as his body leans over hers. Sweat glean off the surface of her fake-tanned skin, as he mentally groans in disgust at the sight. Her black, choppy locks cling to the sticky palette as her chest heaves in uneven breaths. His lips  graze the skin of her lobe, a deep and commanding tone clear in his voice as he whispers. 

“If you wanna keep this foot I suggest you shut the fuck up.”

..

She just had to scream, didn’t she? 

Jimin grudgingly hauls the large bag across the floor of his small house, before swinging it over his shoulders, making his way out the door. 

She screamed and screamed until her throat seemed as if it had shriveled up. He started to silently worry just a bit when he saw the color from her skin drain. After a few minutes of her screaming out some incoherent words -mainly threats by her tone, he assumed-, her body fell forwards. Lifeless and cold. Jimin’s hand stretched to her wrist, feeling for some kind of sign that maybe she’d just been exhausted. Her body gave into its own needs before putting up her pride as a shield for so long. His eyes widen just a tad at the lack of pulse. 

Nothing. 

(

The doorbell sounds through his tiny apartment. His hands clamp up at his sides, as he slowly opens the door to reveal a tiny woman. Her body was dressed in a simple pair of light-washed blue jeans, and a white cropped sweater. A shy smile curls the ends of her lips, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. 

“Can I come in?” 

After a short study session she places her textbook to the side, letting out a long breath of air. Arms reaching upwards, tugging the hem of her cropped sweater along with it. Jimin’s eyes glance down, feeling the back of his throat dry at the sight. Her exposed, slightly toned waist makes Jimin feel like Pavlov’s dogs they’d been studying for the past thirty-minutes. 

Jimin’s pulled out of his salivating state, as he notices the screen of her bunny sticker covered phone case lights up. She giggles, typing quickly back to send a message. 

Who was making her smile like that?

Maybe it’s a funny video her friend texted, Jimin thought. His hands had become a lot clammier since her arrival. Barely being able to hold his number two pencil in his hand long enough to jot down the notes you’d been taking alongside. 

Arms reaching upwards, she stretches once more. This time, lips parted slightly to allow a soft moan slip to unconsciously grace Jimin’s ears. As you rise to stand up, he panics.

No.. He thought. 

You can’t leave. 

In a matter of seconds he too is lifting off from the couch, the pile of textbooks and notepads falling from his lap in a hurry from his sudden action. Her head tilts in confusion from his jerked movements. 

“I- uh..” He couldn’t find a word to say. Everything in his mind ended with ‘please stay with me forever’.

Her eyebrow quirks, flashing the world’s cutest smile that makes his heartstrings tug in agony. 

She was torture. 

He was being tortured. Yet, blessed at the same time. 

For months on end, he’d been going around campus, bribing his way into her life. Talking to her friends, co-workers, colleagues, and even teachers. Now, he finally has her..

And he’s not planning on letting go anytime soon.

His voice is small and frail, but there were some dangerous intentions behind his meek exterior. On the outside, he looked nothing more than a cute little bookshop boy who’d looked as if he never even reached puberty to begin with. His thin and lean proportions due to the extra shifts at work, hadn’t helped his boyish, angelic appearance. 

However, there’s always thorns attached to roses. 

Her bright smile acts as if it could light up the dark pits of Hell itself. Cheeks tugging upwards as a rosy tint hues her features. She leans down to collect her things, stuffing them all back into the comfort of her drawstring bag before continuing. 

“Nice meeting you, Jimin.” 

As she makes her way towards his front door, he follows behind like a little puppy. Waiting for her to turn back around at any time, and just beg to stay, instead of it being the other way around. 

Her hand reaches for the door before he’s able to catch her. The silhouette of her figure lights up like an aura from the corridor’s fluorescent lights.

Just as quick as she’d entered his life, she was gone. 

His chest groans out, feeling the weight of her body on his. The smell of rotting flesh begins to decay inside the innocent looking gym bag. He’d dressed in a loose white tank-top and basket shorts to really sell the idea. Now, he hauls the bag out his pure daylight where anybody could see. Not that anyone wo-

“Ow!” A small girl yelps, as her body collides into his. He curses under his breath, helping the woman to stand to her feet. As straggles of your hair flip to the side, he feels a certain, familiar tug in his heart at the sight.

 The.. smell.  

She flashes a wide smile. “Oh- sorry! I didn’t see you there.” He returns the gesture, tilting his head to the side. Preening the false gesture in a sort of chivalrous manner. 

“It’s alright.” Fuck. 

He knows that perfume anywhere. 

Soon, your nose catches up to the scent emitting from the gym back. Hand coming to pinch your nostrils together at the oder. He chuckles, swinging the bag down for it to rest at his side. “Ah, sorry. I just got back from my workout.” 

“That’s okay. There’s a gym near here?” Yes. He silently celebrates his victory, as he points to the mountain’s direction. 

“Yeah, just over that hill.” He watches your head tilt to the side. Eyebrow raising. 

“A gym.. On the mountain?” 

He nods once more, which seems to help in buying in your trust for that obvious lie.

“Is it free?” His head shakes. 

“The only gym that’s free is the gym at home.” You chuckle, as he watches the cute little lines on your cheeks fade into sight. 

You nod politely. He masks the shock he felt  in his heart. Had you really not recognized him? Were you trying not to? I mean, he has built some muscle in the past few years.. And dyed his hair.. But, was he really that forgettable?

He tries to start the conversation back up, grasping for more information. “So, what brings you here? You don’t look familiar.” 

Liar. 

Your head swivels, taking a glance around at the beautiful sight you’d been blessed with. Mountain scapes far off in the distance, covered by a thin sheet of low hanging clouds, as the clear blue skies sing happily on this wonderful afternoon. “Ah, I’m just here on vacation.” 

He nods, taking in a breath. “Yeah, sure is beautiful. ” 

Bullshit. This place was nothing but tumble weeds and dead bodies to him. 

A shy smile graces your lips, as your head bows slightly in agreement. “So, maybe I can give you a tour sometime?” His hands dig into the pockets of his basketball shorts, dropping the duffel bag to the ground. 

Eh, it’s not like he’s trying to keep the mouthy bitch alive. 

Your head takes back to his large form. Something felt.. Odd about this man. A coiling feeling in your stomach twists and pulls, making the patterns in your heart begin to fasten. Hands brushing to the sides of your body, in hopes of seeming not too intimidated. 

“Yeah-” Just then, an echoed voice rips through the awkward conversation. His breath is staggered and running out, as he bends down to place his hands on his knees to catch a breath. 

“Taehyung?” You question, moving to the side to give him some room. 

“Y-You forgot your- shit, I needa down..” His ass plops to the dirt path, as Jimin’s eyebrow raises in confusion. Who was this man to you? Why had he never seen him before? Jimin’s eyes focus in more, much as his camera’s does when it’s needing a clear shot. The strange man had been sporting an apron with the cursive logo stamped on the chest. 

‘Taekkbokki’

He scoffs. 

“Kim Taehyung.” Jimin retorts, tasting the soured syllables against his tongue. The corner of his mouth curving upwards, as Taehyung takes a glance up. His body immediately went stiff at the sight of the familiar stranger. 

“A-Ah.. Jimin.” You glance between the two men, eyebrows quirking in confusion. Taehyung’s posture ceasing to show any confidence whatsoever. If he had a tail, it would surely be between his legs by now.  

“You two know each other?” 

A smirk presses Jimin’s lips, as he reaches down to the grass stalk to tug off a piece, curving his plush lips around the thinned strip of grass. His feet turn outwards, pointing to the direction he’d been planning to move. 

“Nope. Never seen him before in my life.” 

Liar.

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A/n: Ahhh how’d we feel? Taehyung’s appearance? Jimin’s past? Let me tell you guys I got so stuck on the plot for MONTHS. I tried so many different drafts, but they just never seemed good enough. With all  the hype that Bloodline’s Teaser got, I felt really nervous in trying to perfect this first chapter. I know what you guys are thinking “Why only a chapter” 

Well, because I told you guys it was going to be drawn out TO THE MAX. Like, this ain’t a slow burn. It’s a tortoise burn. XDD

I’m so glad I finally have a plot now so I can start writing the next chapters for this!

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©2023 Vinntaege

[theawesomeaki-kun]

I've been making custom sheets for a Vampire: The Masquerade homebrew one-shot, and I really dig how the hunger bar turned out!!

I don't know if anyone would be interested in them, but I'll release the personalized versions I made per clan later when they're all done☆

[victorluvsalice]

WIP Word Game

I was tagged in this by @dont-offend-the-bees in this post -- thanks for thinking of me, Newt!

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that start with each letter of that word. Word assigned by Newt: BITES

Because I'm a rebel, I'm going to do a bit from both my current WIP "Londerland Bloodlines: Downtown Queensland" and my just-finished-posting-today Valicer In The Dark story "Start At The Beginning...Sort Of" --

B

LB:DQ -- Briefcase Guy nodded, trembling. “What – what if their case is full of newspaper?” he got out after a second.

“Then at least we get to watch your illiterate ass try to read it later for laughs,” the leader spat, giving him a shove. “I know they got the goods. Just don’t ass it up, or they’re gonna kill the lot of us. Now get ready, it’s going down soon.”

SATBSO -- “By practicing my v-vows down the wrong alley,” Victor replied, worrying his bottom lip. “I – oh dear…” He grabbed his spoon and had a couple of fortifying sips of soup. “It’s like this – I’m due to be w-wed to the daughter of Lord and Lady Everglot, courtesy of my parents. We had the r-rehearsal today, and I was such a n-nervous wreck I couldn’t recall my lines at all. Pastor Galswells, our officiant, finally lost all patience with me after one too many mistakes, and b-banished me until I’d learned my vows. D-desperate to get them right, I ended up roaming Brightstone at random, repeating them to myself to try and get them straight in my head. I finally said them perfectly in an old forgotten side street overlooking one of the canals…and the moment I finished, a g-glowing blue figure in a w-wedding dress burst from the water, declaring ‘I do.’ I s-screamed and ran, but she managed to c-corner me on a nearby bridge and tried to k-kiss me. I fainted when her lips touched mine, and w-when I woke up, I was…” He waved his spoon in the air, as if trying to capture the enormity of the experience. “On the w-wrong side of the veil.”

I

LB:DQ -- “Indeed – or you could avoid the issue entirely,” Cheshire said, floating his smile over to another ladder on the wall in the darkened bay, just barely visible in the gloom. “I’m sure Rabbit would approve of you taking a shortcut, especially in order to avoid detection by anything that might try to stomp you.”

“I’ve apologized for that!” Hatter put in. “And made him that new watch!”

“It was the least you could do,” Rabbit said, paws on hips.

SATBSO -- “I don’t know – I don’t think so,” Victor said, letting his hands drop. “But you’re right, it is very hard to tell time in the ghost field…I’m sorry too, Emily,” he continued in a quieter voice. “I – I shouldn’t have lied to you about w-wanting to see my parents. I should have tried to explain better what was really wrong. But I – I didn’t have the words, and I was so scared and hungry and cold, and…” He sighed heavily, pressing his fingers against his forehead. “And absolutely nothing today has gone according to plan.”

“I know the feeling.” Emily perked up, a hesitant smile tugging at her lips. “But – but we can still make this work, right? We can alternate which side of the field we’re on day by day, so you can still eat and drink and not have to worry! We can even find a nice place to set up house together – one that’s in good shape in both my world and yours!”

“I think anyone who sees you two house-shopping is going to call the Spirit Wardens on you,” Alice couldn’t help saying.

T

LB:DQ -- “True,” Alice nodded. “Which reminds me – at some point tonight, I need to drop in on a certain Sean Milton. I don’t know how much honor there really is among thieves, but hopefully he has very little and will be willing to give up Muddy without a fight.”

“We’ll see on that front – and back, come to think of it,” Cheshire remarked, tail swaying as he kept pace. “But one side-quest at a time.”

SATBSO -- The gondolier gave Emily, floating near the prow, a significant look. “They always go up when the dead are involved.”

“I haven’t done anything,” Emily said, tone sulky and sparks crackling along the edge of her veil.

“And don’t start now,” the gondolier warned, frowning. “I may not be a Warden, but every one of us has got a bit of the Whisper about us. I know how to handle you lot.”

E

LB:DQ -- “Even better – they’re real robots! Well, sort of. . .” Victor popped open a bin and picked out a blue butterfly at random, showing her a block with some buttons on the – thorax, she believed it was called. “They each come with a ‘brain block’ like this where you can input simple commands. Obviously I can’t get any of them to fly – though I’ve always hoped – but I can get them to flap their wings if I shine a light on them, or follow a light being held in front of them – even play with a ball.”

“Neat,” Alice said, grinning. “You’ll have to show me later.”

SATBSO -- Emily went still, a frozen figure in tattered blue. Then she rushed forward at a speed no living human could have ever managed, face contorted in pure fury. Barkis yelped and tried to get out of the way, but she managed to clamp one spectral hand around his arm –

And, suddenly, she wasn’t there anymore. A split-second later, Barkis bent double, shrieking. “What – stop! No!”

“Yes!” came Emily’s voice – from Barkis’s own lips. Alice stared as he straightened up, wobbling like he was unused to controlling his own body. “The knife dropped from his fingers with a clatter. “You’re mine now, Eddie!”

S

LB:DQ -- She got to the bottom of the slope and looked around. While the layout was roughly the same, the entrance to level two was noticeably darker, thanks to a busted light fixture in the nearest “compact” bay. It also had different guards – two fellows who looked to be Chinese, dressed in matching burgundy jackets and wielding machine guns. One jerked his head around as she snuck closer, causing her to freeze out of habit. “It’s too quiet,” he said after a moment, shaking his head. “I-I don’t like this – this place. At night it seems so – haunted.”

SATBSO -- Smiler sorted and pointed at their eyes, brilliant yellow in their pale face. “What, do you think I was born with these?”

“...actually, it has genuinely never occurred to me to question why your eyes are bright glowing yellow before now,” Alice confessed, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. “They just seemed – completely natural on you.”

“I – I mean, I noticed, but – given everything else that was going on, they – didn’t really register as that weird?” Victor admitted, also going pink. “Alice is right, they do suit you...I sort of thought they might be a side effect of that Joy Serum you showed me before, since you said you make it yourself.”

Tagging: @nebbychan, @thesatiricaldemon, @anonymoose-au, @ace-of-tales -- the word I'm picking is TIMES!

[mortifying-macaroni]

Pussy luvrr to infinity n beyond

[vyuntspakhkite-l-darling]

I'm drawing a new lineup of BtB characters and I've done the calculations to get their heights so I'm gonna put them here because why not

Arsioly- 6'7" Visralion- 5'5" (and a half) Sibatol- 5'11" Virava- 6'0"

This doesn't include ears or hair but it does include their posture because literally why would I care if a character is exactly this tall if they don't usually look like it

Visralion would probably have an extra two inches if he stood taller but his heels are lower to the ground that everyone else's because staying lower helps him move better with a heavy ass bag on his back and at this point it's jsut habit and he stays like that always