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ghostieyanyan · 1 year ago

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Yandere! Kalim x reader, but yandere but they're bad at their jobs au. Like one minute Kalim act all sadistic and dark then the next thing when reader asked if he wants some pets he went to his usual happy sunshine puppy that demands pets

yes~~ presious baby boi just wants love but he so spoil x3

what i also like to think about with yandere kalim is that he knows right and wrong but its so water down for him that "he just cant help it ^^

For fun, im making this into a modern mafia au ^^

~Just trying to help~

Yan!Boss!Kalim x Worker!mc

Warnings: power dymanmic, mafia mention, violence mention, nsfw hints, death?, manipulation

~~~~~

The Asim, they are known for their wealth and their trades. They're a super big powerful family with a lot of people (both loyal and not loyal) under them. They kind of give "untouchable kings" vibes. Theyre still really nice to their "people", you just don't see them a lot, or at all really. The only way to really "talk to them" is by talking to someone in their circle but there are layers into that circle. some people thinks that their family is shady, like the rich people act is a persona to hide something but no one really has proof.

But you really don't have to worry about that. You have your own stuff to worry about, like living expenses. You were basically living on the streets, barely living. You did side jobs to get by. maybe you'll clean or maybe you'll babysit. when you were a kid, you always wanted to help people. But with your home life, money, you couldn't really get to your dreams even if you tried. you stopped school pretty early and its a little too late for you to get back into it. plus what school will accept you. you lived in a community where rich gets richer and medium class becomes poor... I guess that's where you are, what your luck...

you were heading to your next "job" place. you had to clean for a really sweet old couple, the Wrights. They couldn't afford much either but they try to help you whenever they can. Example, you clean places that they cant reach, in exchange they give you dinner, as much as they can. you always wish them good health. they are too sweet for this unfair world.

you were lost in your head, enjoying the memories and conversation you had with them. But when you to their place, you see 3 grown men towering over Mr. Wright.

"please understand.. we aren't here for trouble but your son does owe us some money. were just here to collect."

"please.. we havent seen our son in months. hes not here."

"come on, blue carb! i wanna go home! if you dont tell us-"

"Floyd, we aren't here for threats."

"hmm..? oh my... what do we have here?"

the light hair man turn to you with a very scary smile. You didnt have time to take even a step when one of the men grabs you by the arm. he had teal hair with a black stirp. he had awful smile that showed off his sharp teeth.. the smile looked every threatening..

"were just here to talk about business, why dont you scram shrimpy."

you started to tremble and turned to Mr. Wright. he gave you a weak smile and moved his hand like to shoo you away.

"go on dear. it'll be okay."

you gulped in terror but you dug your heels into the ground. if you didn't, who knew what these shady guys would do to this kind old couple.

"h-he.. said he hasn't seen his son! n-ow get out of here before i call the police!!"

"..."

".."

"..."

everyone got quiet.. no one moved.. the men seem stun by your outburst. the man, that was holding you, didn't seem to like your outburst and gripped your arm, harder. it hurts..!

"tck.. im getting really annoyed, shrimpy... Should break your arm to show you-"

"actually Floyd, i have a better idea."

the light hair man walks up to you and hands you a card.

"i am Azul Ashengrotto. i run a cafe called the Mostro Lounge and Mr. Wright's son has owe us a pretty penny~"

The way he spoke gave you chills. You hated it. it was too sweet when you knew that the words he spoke are laced with poison.

"What if-..."

You had to take a long deep breath, you're risking a lot for even thinking this... but you had to. you were the only able person to protected these people who gave you more than you've asked.

"what if... i worked for you..? i'll work for you, pay off the owe money and you'll have to leave Mr. and Mrs. Wright alone! Deal..?"

the light hair man pauses.. then smiled. he put his hand out for a handshake.

"Its a Deal."

when you took his hand, that was it. you had to say goodbye to your home away from home. you gave mr.wright a smile and left with the strange men...

~~~

the next few weeks you learned what they did, kind of, and what they needed of you. they didn't tell you 100% of everything but you were supposed to be their servant, or an errand boy, or something like that?

the job wasn't bad at all. you cleaned, get anything they need, run things for them. sometimes they call you for... personal reasons. In exchange you get 3 meals a day and a comfortable room. which honestly, you weren't complaining. before, you would have one meal a day and even sleep on either a hard floor or a gross mattress. At this rate, after you finish paying off the Wright's debt, you might just stay here.

sometimes the job brings pretty scary people that show up out of nowhere. they often had big weapons to their side, some would have the weapons ready and loaded. Jade, Floyd, or Azul often gets you out of the way and most times tell you to cover your ears and close your eyes. sometimes they have you clean up their messes after these scary men... "leave." you knew better but you cant really say or do anything about it so.. you just don't question it.

after a month, you thought you get used to your new home life now but- you accidentally ran into someone or someone ran into you.

"oh my-! are you okay? im so sorry!! i-"

"no no! its okay. i should have been more careful."

the mysterious man helped you up. he had bright red eyes and white white that complement his dark skin every nicely. he had a black dress shirt and a red suit with gold accents, red dress pants to match. when he helped you up, you notice he's hands are really soft. big contrast to your hands.

"I'm sorry again."

he was about to run away but stopped and sheepishly turn and smile at you. it kind of reminded you of a happy teenage.

"actually... do you know where the Mostro lounge is? i... i think im lost. hehe." he scratched the back of his head. the embrassement on his face was slowly growing on you because he kept smiling.

it was kinda weird to see someone around here with such a bright smile..? like an genuine smile or maybe hes just a good actor or something..? you cant say.

"oh.. its a left then a right." you poked.

"kk! thank you~"

he turned and ran away again. you were about to leave but he stopped you again.

"can you actually walk with me there..? i asked directions before and got lost.. hehe~ pretty please?"

with his charming smile, you couldnt help but smile back.

"okay, follow me."

during your walk there, he asked a few question. they were harmless questions, enough. favorite colors? favorite food? favorite animals? where have you been? favorite places to go? etc.

when you got there a tall man with dark skin and long beautiful black hair rushed to your side, well more like to the other man.

He had the same outfit as the white hair man but they both wore it differently. which wasnt a bad thing. it compliment their personalities. Like jade, floyd, and azul do with their suits too.

"Kalim! where have you been?! we just left the elavoter and you were gone from my sights?! why did you-?"

"oh ya! i saw this pretty ocean theme pillows and i wanted to get some but you had my wallet hehe~ so... can i get them? they be perfect for-!"

"no. ugh..."

you felt really uncomfortable... it was like a mother scolding her kid... the black hair man looked at you. you shifted your feet uncomfortably.

"who are you? i dont remember you from our last visit?"

you raise your hands up and backed up slightly. people here are either very suspicious, they often come to see azul for his deals, or naive soul, that came for the ocean-like atmosphere.

"im just a-"

two arms snaked around you. you started to freak out. this is how you die--!!!

"shrimpy!! where's my drink~~? ive asked it for about... like 10 minutes ago~~~"

Oh! its just Floyd. he practicely moaned in your ear. it was a lot to get used to Floyd's mood swings. but you learn to avoid him when hes upset or just do want he says and not say too much. if he tries to tease you, he often gets bored and wonders to do who knows what.

"oh! hi sea snake! hi sea otter!"

"Floyd.. for the last time, stop calling us-

"hi Floyd!! haha!"

the white hair man jumped up and join the hug! you were getting crushed between these two... you were patting their backs in a way to say "okay thank you but-- that enough..!!! im dying! let me go!"

"jamil! Kalim! its great that you made it! a bit late but- i cant say im suprised."

"tsk.. hello jade... azul..."

the dark hair man, pulled the white hair man off you. it helped but Floyd is still squeezing you like he was trying to kill you, not literally... hopefully.

"ah.. its seems that you met our new hire. Jamil, Kalim, this is (mc)."

you, trying your best with the situation youre in with floyd right now, bowed your head as jade introduced you.

"hehe. we found shrimpy when we were at the Wright's place."

"did you get the money..?"

"no~ they were being stubborn but (mc) offer to pay off the money that was owed so i cant complain too much."

azul spoke and rubbed your head like a kid. you didnt like how they were talking about you like you werent there. or rather, talking about the Wrights like they were bad.. but you held your tongue. you didnt want to get them mad... especially when floyd is still holding you.

"ohh.. poor (mc). dont worry, well protect you from those mean people. im kalim, Kalim al-asim!"

"Kalim!"

"and thats jamil, Jamil Viper."

"Kalim! dont give our names to strangers! you dont even know them-"

"Well then~ we'll just have to just spend time with them!"

Kalim.. Kalim al-asim.... an Al-Asim.. Al-Asim! This smiling ray of sunlight is an Asim??

apparently your face paled because Kalim reached for your face and held your face into his hands. he gave you a giggle and smiled as he massage your cheeks in his hands.

"hehe youre so cute. after our meeting with Azul, i want to hangout with you on your break. when is it? hmm?"

you turned to Azul, he nodded his head in approval.

"i-its.. its in 2 hours from now.. sir.."

"hehe.. no need to talk so formal. just call me Kalim. And okay, on your break, meet me by the front door of the Mostro lounge, kk?

"y-yes.. kalim.."

he gave you a smile and all the 5 men started to head to Azul VIP room..

what did you get yourself into....

~~~

You've been spending a lot of your time with kalim as of late. To the point where you felt guilty for leaving work.. but you'd feel more guilty for saying no to kalim. You tried once. It was one too many.

You initially wanted to keep some distance. But with kalim's smile and charisma, you couldn't say no. Kalim always found a way to have lots of fun and he will always include you too.

Every time you came back to the Mostro lounge, floyd gives you a stink eye and a "why wasn't i invited~?" whine. Jade gives you his creepy smile and does a weird thing by leaning in and asking "did anything exciting happened~?", whatever that means. Azul doesn't seem upset at all. It made you anxious. Is he marking down your pay when you're out with kalim..? You checked your accounts and you were still getting payed for your work but.. you didn't do any work..?

You decide to talk to azul about it. You didn't want something like this be in the air, with someone as slimy as azul.. and with money no least!!

You knocked.

"Um.. azul..? Are you busy?"

You peeked through the door of Azul's office, and they vip room.

"... no. What do you need..?

he was working on some papers and he looked.. unpleased.

"I.. ill ask later."

You tried to take your leave befor-

"You wanted to ask about your pay..?"

You slowly turn to him. His face hasn't changed from that unpleased expression.

"Y-yes sir.."

Azul sighed, lend back into his chair, took off his glasses and rubbed his face as he let's out another sigh.

"Kalim is... renting you."

What..?

"And he also requested for you to still get payed because, his words.. 'they're still working.'"

He started to stare at you. You didn't think he meant it to look intimidating, because he can't see you, he doesnt have his glasses on. But it still was very unpleasant.

You were at lost of words. Kalim al-asim... is renting you..? You weren't mad but you weren't happy too. Spending time with kalim is really fun and his personality is really refreshing. But being told you were 'rented out' feels.. dehumanizing. But with your life, you can really feel anything else..

"Is that all..?"

"Yes sir.."

"Good, you may leave."

You bowed your head and left, making sure to close the door softly behind you.

What do you do now..?

~~~

Now after every visit from kalim, the moment becomes a little sour. He's paying azul to spent time with you, but why? He's an al-asim. He could get anything he wants right? Why would he spend time with a common rat like you..?

What are you to him?

"(Mc)? You okay?"

You looked up and kalim was really close to you! You jolted and lean back

"I-im okay! Its just.. work. Heh.. work just be exhausting and im just.. I'm okay!"

You smiles, you didn't notice that kalim stopped smiling.. he was still looking at you but just not smiles. it would have scared you to your core if it wasnt for you trying to change the topic by looking at the scenery. A minute past and his smile came back, brighter.

"Why don't you come with me then?"

"huh..?"

"You could live in the al-asim estate and you don't have to lift the finger! Serverts will come to your every beckon call and you get to live.. like an Asim."

As you were staring at him, lost of words, he gently took your hand. You didnt even noticed it until he pulled your hands to his lips and kissed it.

"K-kalim! I-"

Before you could finish your sentence, he stood in front of you and got on one knee.

You felt sick

"(Mc)... "

You felt dizzy

"Will you-"

This has to be a dream!!!

"Be mine?"

He sweet innocent smile made you feel sick. How can can someone so dangerous be so naive?!? You bearly knew him! He bears knew you!!

"I.. i-i have to go!!"

You ran off, back to Mostro Lounge, back to your room, leaving a sad otter left on one knee..

~~~

You were in your room for 3 days..

You weren't payed for those days but you didnt care..

You felt sick and a little guilty. Kalim looked so sad when you left him. Maybe when you see him again... you could apologize and explain yourself..? By the seven! Would he still be mad at you? Will he order for you to be erased??

You felt nausea.

You needed to get some water.

Luckily it was night time, you wouldn't likely run into floyd, jade, or azul.. maybe?

You walked through the dark halls, only using your memories and the walls to guide you.

You were lost in thought and didn't realize a figure coming up behind you. By the time you did noticed, the figure quickly over powered you and you were imbraced into darkness.

~~~~

[Before the proposal]

"Azul!!? how much does the Wrights owe!?"

Kalim bursted into Azul's office, with a tired Jamil following behind.

"ah! K-Kalim! you know you have to make an ap-"

"i know i know! this is important though!!"

Kalim rushes up to Azul's desk, slamming his hands down on to the desk and leaned over to Azul. he was like a jumping dog..

"i want to ask (mc) to marry me!!"

everyone froze and even jade and Floyd, they were walking by, looked at Kalim like he was crazy.

"Kalim! I know your father has told you about being an Al-Asim and your responsibility to your family and making an hair but not like this!!"

"come on, Jamil~ they're perfect~ they're sweet and kind. they're responsible and hard working, like father wanted. they're just... perfect!"

Kalim goes through his phone and looks at pictures of you he took when you hanging out with him and even ones he requested from Jade and Floyd, secret cameras. They vary between you working and you when you think youre alone...

Azul rubs his face and gives a long sigh.

"look kalim. Even if your display of affection is definitely... something... (mc) is still working the Wrights' debt off. if they're not here then-"

"oh! that's another amazing thing about them! they were willing to help the Wrights without even knowing what they were getting themselves into. with the amount of debt the Wrights have, (mc) would be working until they're in their 70s. Thats why i need to protect them, do they even know about the Wrights 'situation'?"

Floyd lays on the couch in the VIP room, with candy in his mouth.

"nope! Jade thought it would help (mc) stay motivated to work. you saw how upset they got whenever we talk about the Wrights. they're so cute but so obedient that they don't even asked what they did to get in their situation, HAHA! silly shrimpy~!"

Floyd laughs and Jade chimes in.

"To be fair, we did get them out of a 'dangerous situation'. what the Wrights were doing to them was shameful.. Saying their debt was all because of their son, who has been dead for 10 years, and saying they dont have money but is found actively going to clubs spending more. the fact that they're living in the poorest town, and looking like weak old people. they're fooling everyone with the act. Everyone, including (mc)~"

Jamil turned and glared at Azul.

"wait-.. you didn't even tell them..? and you kept them working here?"

"think whatever Jamil, someone has to pay the debt off."

"i can pay it!"

Kalim looks at Azul, he was giving a determined look. Azul sighs again, why is everyone in his office. He has too much work to do.

"i know you can but you know-"

"in exchange, give me (mc)."

Jamil was about to stop Kalim but-

"(mc), yes, they work here under false pretenses but they have became a big asset to us. if you were to take them, it will take a long time to replace them."

Kalim walks closer to azul. with his serious expression, to say left everyone on edge was an understatement.

"i will pay 3x the Wrights' debt... as long as i get (mc)."

Azul looks at Kalim and a sick smile appears. He held out his hand.

"Its a Deal."

~~~~

This took so long! but i did it! i hope you guys enjoy it. if you guys like me to draw something for this, just ask, until then, back into my wips qwq

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cupid-tune · 2 years ago

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hey uhm could you tell us more about your fantrolls? they all look really cool but i dont know much more about them besides that. :P (also i like jhudas shes very pretty :])

OH ABSOLUTELY!! You have no idea how happy I am to get messages like this! This is gonna be a long post just because I want to get all of my guys in here, apologies in advance!

Not all of my trolls have fully fleshed out backstories yet, but the ones with dancestors are part of a fansession I'm in, they've had the most development by far.

Armane

Armane is probably my most neglected character, but I do really love his design and concept! He's a Burgundy with a lot of fight in him, despite his weak stature. He partakes in a lot of underground fighting rings in lowblood districts, usually to take out his anger or earn a little extra money. He's obviously gotten very hurt from it many times in the past, but that hasn't scared him away from a fight just yet. One of the reasons he gets violent so often is just the fact that he wants to prove himself to be tough and independent, since his lusus is very protective of him and has been ever since he was a wriggler. He's just a little problem child.

Armane is very afraid of death, but he hates mentioning or bringing up any of his fears. In general, he just isn't a very social or talkative troll, preferring actions over words and keeping his distance in any kind of gatherings. You could probably get him to warm up to you easy if you don't pose as a threat, but Armane follows the hemospectrum pretty strictly, and usually won't talk to mid bloods or higher on his own.

Nonemu

Nonemu is the leader of a cult called the Anon Trolls. I haven't done very much with their character in terms of backstory yet, since I really like them as a blank slate for whatever I could use them in. Her cult is meant to serve as an escape from society, living in a commune much more isolated from other trolls. To be apart of the family is to denounce your place in the hemospectrum and completely hide your color, as a way of being treated equally amongst everyone else in the commune. It's unknown what caste Nonemu is, but some say all the possible traits are hidden away, like their eye color for example.

Nonemu is a very kind and patient troll, serving as a sort of parental figure over his commune. He takes great responsibility and pride in his work, and can be quite a mystery to talk to. Nonemu is the type of person to speak in very vague terms, never really being fully truthful or transparent. It's up to interpretation whether or not they can be considered truly kind or malicious with their intentions.

Fennek

Ok Fennek is like. Think of troll Jesse Pinkman and that's what you got. My concepts for Fennek are in general pretty scattered, but his main gig is that he participates in a lot of illegal business as a supplier and seller. Having grown up on internet culture and self study, Fennek has taught himself all kinds of useful skills in advancing his unfortunate position to make the most of life. Chemicals and weapons are his specialty, but his skills and personality are nearly opposite.

Fennek is a very chill and easy-going kind of guy, never really taking any situations seriously. It's a wonder he hasn't died yet with the amount of life threatening risks he puts himself in. The mask really is the only precaution he takes when it comes to working with chemicals or other substances, his hair is probably full of toxic shit. It kind of gives off the idea that Fennek knows he won't live very long anyway, so he doesn't care either way. Live life to the fullest while you can.

Trinet

Admittedly, the dancestor designs are some of my favorites. The first concept for Trinet was that I just wanted a troll who was really into explosives, and oh boy is he into them. Similar to his dancestor, Trinet is an inventor who specializes in bombs. Explosives of any kind! He's very loud, probably due to the fact that his hearing isn't all there. It's probably a Snuzek tradition to just not be properly equipped for the shit you're trying to do, precautions aren't a concern whatsoever.

Trinet is VERY outgoing and active! He talks a lot and fast, you might not catch everything he says. Although his personality kind of gives off the idea that he's dumb or aloof, he's much more impressive when talking about the stuff he actually knows, like how to make this specific bomb or what that compound of elements can make! With how bright and joyful he seems, sometimes the things he talks about can be pretty dark or upsetting. There are lots of themes of death surrounding both Snuzeks, which I'll probably elaborate more on another post.

Zuzu

Zuzu is a whole fucking bundle of fun!! Ok the original concept was supposed to be a DJ troll, but somewhere through the designing process, they ended up turning into a Vocaloid. Centered around a lot of 2010 scene-type themes, Zuzu is an underground music artist and singer trying to make a name for herself. She'll take up any gigs available, hoping to be the party of the life and meet all kinds of trolls. Unfortunately, the music business is tough, and trying to get famous off of it is a lot more work than he initially thought.

Zuzu is the type of troll you'd go to for help or advice, a people pleaser with the full intention of trying to look good in the eyes of everyone. They can be pretty pushy at times, and they're not very good at reading the room. Although Zuzu means well, they fuck up social situations frequently, instead making him seem desperate or clingy. It seems like their emotions are amplified on all sides of the spectrum, one bad day can be a harsh blow for them.

Farrow

Although scary looking at first glance, Farrow is probably one of the most harmless trolls you'll meet. A simple farmer with a goal to live a just as simple life, Farrow is a recluse who lives on the outskirts of the city. They hardly ever interact with other trolls, not after an incident that caused them to lose their vision. A long time ago, Farrow worked as a bounty hunter, usually taking culling jobs as a means of getting trades for other goods. Now Farrow has taken up a more harmless line of work, disposing of the bodies from other troll's dirty work. They'll get rid of anything you might need to hide, using it for their own benefit such as fertilizer or food for their lusus.

In general, Farrow is very close to their lusus, using him as a guide around the farm and other places. Laying low is the next best option, but Farrow really doesn't mind. They are a welcoming troll with a habit of appearing much scarier than they mean to. Whether it be a creepy smile or misjudging you for an intruder, Farrow walks the line of good and bad. They don't really see their actions as immoral, simply understanding that their planet is a cruel place, and they really aren't the worst there is out there.

Fichte

Fichte was my first fan troll ever, originally used as a persona and turned into a dumbass philosopher. He is an absolute stuck up prick and will not apologize for any of his behavior. As cold cut as you can get with someone, Fichte is the type that will upright tell you his intentions and then get upset when you don't follow through with them like he wants. He'll study you, use you for research, and completely discard you after if you aren't of any use to him.

While seemingly emotionally distant, if you spend even a little time with him had he not pissed you off already, you might start to see signs of insecurity or loneliness. Fichte always favors logic over emotions, finding comfort in knowledge rather than the untameable pool of socialization. The subjects he studies varies, but his main interest is philosophy and studying the behavior of other trolls. One thing he especially loves doing is keeping notes of just about everyone he meets, and he has plenty of notebooks filled with just that.

Xarlow

Xarlow is just the guy you'd expect him to be, a silly clown guy with a horrible personality. He likes to consider himself popular and well known, running his own circus with his found siblings and performing to his heart's content. Xarlow specializes in the art of extreme performance, commiting acts of violence against others and himself. His tight corset is in fact one of the self proclaimed "art pieces" of his, using his body as a canvas and thereby destroying it. Speaking of, Xarlow had managed to lose one of his horns by accident during a public show, which ended in him tearing out the other to match. That was not a pretty show.

Xarlow doesn't seek sympathy. He isn't a good person outside of performing and he knows it. The general consensus of his personality is that he's bad, but there are so many personalities to choose from that it becomes confusing at times to pinpoint just one. He's manipulative and cruel, hypocritical at its worse. His history with Fichte is a great example of this cruelty, moirails turned kismesis to what eventually became too toxic to keep. They both hurt each other in their own ways, it's difficult to take sides. One thing is for certain is that their experience has had lasting effects, Xarlow isn't someone you should consider for a quadrant.

Onette

Onette is the definition of a gentle giant. What you see on the outside is entirely what's on the inside, a harmless troll who wants nothing more than to just create and enjoy life. A very soft spoken girl, Onette tries her best to appear harmless and approachable despite her size and caste, dressing in delicate clothing and using a gentle, warm voice to reassure others. Onette has a fascination with creation and art, one of her biggest hobbies being that of making dolls and paintings.

Onette has a certain distain for those in her own caste, often chastising them for their treatment of lowbloods, but doing nothing herself to stop them. She's soft, but perhaps too soft. Onette can be frightened easily, and is extremely nonconfrontational, something that she has a difficult time trying to come to terms with. Ironically, Onette has an interest in purplebloods especially, due to their popularity in being known as clowns. Many of her dolls are inspired by them, which can almost be seen as creepy or obsessive if you stepped into her hive.

Jhudas

Jhudas is very different from her dancestor, nearly opposite in nature. My biggest inspiration for her was the song Brutus, which can be seen in both her design and personality. She is a backstabber, often engaging in violence of all kind just to pave her way to the top. Unlike Onette, Jhudas has a clear hatred for the castes above her, purplebloods especially because she believes they rub their position in her face as being the caste right above. Jhudas deals with anger issues, and will likely explode on you with any minor inconvenience. She works as an assassin, usually taking up jobs from fellow highbloods even if she despises that fact.

Jhudas will be subservient to those she works for, but you can tell there are ulterior motives behind it. Waiting for the right moment to strike, to prove she is above everyone else in order to get what she wants. Despite all this, Jhudas may be one of your best allies, especially in quadrants. She's protective of those she deems worthy, and exerts a lot of tough love if she believes you can do better in handling yourself. It's just advised you should watch your back with her no matter what.

Veictr

Just from looks alone, you can tell what his deal is. Crazy scientist troll with the absolute worst intentions, gleefully using others in his nonsensical experiments all for the name of research. Veictr is just that! Everything about him should tell you that he's dangerous, and he very much is. Having stole the headlight of his dear lusus after a particularly nasty fight, Veictr began his work diving into the world of body modifications and mutation. He managed to find a way to hook the light to his own system, forming a symbiotic relationship with his body and the bacteria just as a symbol of award from his lusus.

Veictr is quite a confusing character in terms of personality, showing absolutely no sympathy for anyone while also being a sweetheart to those who manage to stay alive in his presence. He doesn't mean to intentionally hurt anyone, it just so happens that death and injury occurs when experiments fail. He's quite giggly too, with a hyperactive attitude and a great interest in others, Veictr can make for great conversation. His curiosity knows no bounds, and it really is a wonder how he manages to prove some of his theories correct.

Lucius

Lucius is probably the most unfortunate of my trolls. Having suffered the consequences of their own actions, Lucius managed to find herself trapped at the bottom of the ocean by a certain Fuchsia due to an obsession gone too far. Before this incident, she was considered a dangerous troll, perhaps just as much as her dancestor, but unfortunately, she was shut down far before she could get too bad. Although her entrapment was meant to be her execution, Lucius managed to survive with the help of her lusus, escaping after a sweep of just barely making it out.

Now, Lucius is an entirely different person. After so long of being in isolation, they've become paranoid and weak, suffering the many effects the ocean put them through. What was the most interesting part, however, was the fact that they returned with a strange mutation. It is unknown how exactly it happened, but Lucius now suffers with a bioluminescent stomach, her skin seeming thinner or perhaps even transparent.

Her story breaks off into many directions depending on the context, but one involves the scientific interest her own dancestor took of her after being discovered in this state. I'm currently in the progress of making an animatic based on this particular outcome which I'm very excited about! More lore stuff to be expanded on later.

This is the general information for each of my characters so far! There's a lot more detail I'd like to expand on in separate posts, especially considering I'm trying to cram a bunch into one. I really really appreciate the interest in my characters, and I hope to post more content about them soon! It makes me super happy that people enjoy them as much as I do.

This took a while to make LMAO

#homestuck #homestuck oc #fantroll #oh get ready for these tags #armane cedroc #fennek snuzek #trinet snuzek #zedroi telcho #farrow takshi #fichte nicolo #onette anikin #jhudas anikin #xarlow anowin #veictr loffei #lucius loffei #nonemu #long post

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the-vibes-are-off · 2 years ago

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The Stormlight Archive Volume 1: The Way of Kings’ Review: Chapters 12-15

link to contents page - https://at.tumblr.com/the-vibes-are-off/hey-hey/96xd9ohihrzs

aaaaaaaaaand the energy continues to be low, naturally I would continue to be lacking recovery at the height of essay writing season. This part comes fresh from the fingertips of my post nap self since I did a grocery shop this morning (i forgot to buy tea :’)))) and just passed tf out after lunch. I would make another cuppa to attempt to feel the benefits of a little caffeine boost but, even though my kettle is in my room, bed too snuggly and warm to leave.

Deffo intrigued by part 2, the prelude and prologue are making more sense in relation to the plot now and im liking the characterisation and relationship dynamics that are being built :))

Spoiler Free Zone:

The absolutely heart wrenching feeling seeing Shallan NOT in this part that I experienced yesterday was not ok. BUT the introduction of the Elhokar, Adolin, Dalinar, Renarin and Sadeas interactions is kinda worth it bc they’re hella entertaining.

Kaladin maintaining the better energy in this part is great too, he’s on some kinda wild grindset like I could personally never but pop off ig king.

Syl and her progression too? Living for it. I can’t wait to find out more about her as the book continues.

***SPOILER ZONE AHEAD, YOU’VE BEEN WARNED***

Spoiler Zone:

Interesting change in chapter quotes, I was very much enjoying the before death quotes but I dont know I think I vibe with these too. I’m assuming they’re from a letter to someone and whoever is writing it is so sassy I love it: “I hope this missive find you well” to “now that you are essentially immortal, I would guess that wellness on your part is something of a given” is so iconic.

In the ways of tabs, I simply loved Dalinar’s little moment just riding his horse with the wind hitting his face like mf needs a break from having these visions like the destress must’ve been immense.

And then his little smile when Elhokar won their little like race thingy, so cute, we love positive masculine relationships omg

Which naturally just had to be interrupted by memories of his vision and stress out the poor guy. I will say though I love a character that has questionable means of acquiring knowledge that is untrusted by their peers (hello Jonathan Sims of The Magnus Archives) so I’m super on the edge of my seat over this visions business

On my earlier topic of character interactions tho, Wit is READING the whole family to filth my goodness. Like yeah it was chill whatever when he was just teasing Renarin over girls but the shade on Sadeas? As he fucking should. Sadeas is a bitch and should be treated as such.

Then the fight, ugh. While I love the lore of like chasmfiends, and gemhearts and how they’re harvested and their uses and all that jazz; and OBVIOUSLY you can’t beat a cheeky little beat down of some insect like creature; Elhokar’s little main character ‘I’m hard as fuck’ call to destiny “I defy you” moment made my blood boil and instantly lose any likeability towards him. It was a major ick. You’d thinking having inherited the title of king that long ago that he would have matured more.

Alas, all I had tabbed in Kaladin’s bit was between him and Syl (what can I say I love her). Her whole self-awareness into gaining intelligence and sentience is so cool and I’m so intrigued to see how it progresses. Its kinda sad that shes stuck inbetween the threat of forgetting into being ignorant of everything that has happened and all she knows and, although that would be easier, not wanting to lose the freedom of what she knows.

And on that same page, Kaladin says something I think everyone needs to hear: “I don’t know what I am either. A bridgeman? A surgeon? A soldier? A slave? Those are all just labels. Inside, I’m me.”

Tab Count:

Cute <3 - 1

Fights - 1

Sad ;-; - 0

Death - 0

Cool - 1

Wtf wow - 0

Wtf Why - 2

Slay Quotes - 3

Love this! - 2

Hate this >:( - 1

Lore - 0

Tab Total:

Cute <3 - 7

Fights - 5

Sad ;-; - 2

Death - 2

Cool - 5

Wtf wow - 2

Wtf Why - 3

Slay Quotes - 8

Love this! - 8

Hate this >:( - 3

Lore - 2

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hasarjunadoneanythingwrong · 1 year ago

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why are you so rude to ares i do not understand your beef with them. they’re not even messing with your business. Their blog is supposed to be their safe place where they discuss their thoughts and vent frustrations regarding their favs. why must you be so harsh on who they ship and whatnot. it’s not that deep

as i've said before, it's not really (or at least, primarily) about the ship. my own personal distaste aside, fandom by and large does not care about the fighting over it so my stance here is to block accounts i find that engage in it without interacting with them at all. if they had been upfront about it from the start that is what i would have done, like i have done with other blogs prior to this.

its about the fact that they intentionally positioned themselves as someone who was not into it to get close to people who were very clearly uncomfortable with it, including children, when that wasnt true. if expressing that this is not acceptable behavior is rude then what does that make their own behavior? or the fact that they disrespected Indian Hindus who were uncomfortable with their behavior shipping other characters, portraying it as a simple 'disagreement over interpretation'? (the nature of fgo aside, it isnt appropriate to talk like that to someone from the actual religion like that if they're trying to tell you that you're making them uncomfortable)

If simply pointing out that lying about a very controversial subject they engage in to interact with people who dont like it is an inappropriate thing to do, then what does that make them? or is it ok that they decided to do that instead of finding a group of their peers? is it ok that theyre now posting asks saying that the person being sent death and rape threats for mentioning it on twitter is lying, or that being given evidence of what they did constitutes stalking on the end of the person who was given the evidence, or any of the various other things theyve been saying in an attempt to twist the people who were uncomfortable with their lie as enabling victims when we were very clearly only talking to our friend group about something that bothered us? is all of that ok?

i've gone out of my way not to name them despite their attitude because i know how people get about this, which isnt a service theyve shown me or others. you are not the victim because people you had talked to found out you were lying about writing nsfw incest fic and told their friends.

I am doing my best to be polite here despite everything, and im sorry if its not coming across that way, but i truly do not know what people expect of me. at the end of the day i am still a person and i don't like finding out i was lied to about something i was very clear was a boundary. it doesnt help that they were incredibly aggressive to me prior to this about unrelated matters when i'd been as clear as i could i was willing to listen to their concerns about that if they approached me, so i really dont know what else i could do. i do my best to treat other people with respect online but if you're going to interact in a public space i frequent, get angry when i respond to public posts, claim you dont do something when you do, and then say that you're the victim when people find out (after theyre already blocked, bc someone else told them) im not sure what to say except that that's wholly unnecessary.

#my asks #serious post #if 'not liking being lied to and being called an idiot and other various things' is rude then....i dont know what to tell you #anyway if this person sends any more asks im not answering them ik people dgaf about this sort of thing #also the fact they lied about blocking the known harasser...like ? why

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sommerregenjuniluft · 1 year ago

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heyyy lovely!!! so i was casually stalking your account and i saw you mentioned a pandalily cannibalxdetective fic called “these lips that left some scars” and it sounds insane in a way only the best things are. i was just wondering, with no intention of pressure, if you could give a little bit of a sneak peak of what more the fic could entail in the future?

p.s i am obsessed with the way you’ve set up your profile

hii hello!<3

first of all, thank you so much that’s so sweet of you!! :,

so, funny thing is,, this was actually planned as a oneshot for part of a series i had in mind. the series being sapphic ships in all sorts of different scenarios where one might die and get eaten (other examples being siren x pirate, or vampire x human) buuut, it kinda ran away from me, ideas wise and so i’d like it to have more chapters. still won’t be anything big i think, i’m just gonna throw out estimated less than 25k words because i suck at planning/outlining fic and coming up with plot lol (but we’re all here to improve so who knows *shrugs*)

basically the babes constantly cross paths (because pandora arranges for it to happen, aka continuing her silly little murder spree and letting herself get caught, but with no evidence) and lily is a little deranged and falls prey to pandora’s charm and they end up indulging their fucked up fantasies together in the most romantic way<3 or maybe pandora does end up eating lily. i really dont know yet i’m only the writer, they do shit of their own accords,,,,

as for sneak peaks >:))

Oh, and the pain. The noises they make in pain.

Every other sound that’s coming out of Lily’s larynx is already irritatingly beautiful and exhaustingly enticing. Pandora isn’t sure she wouldn’t come undone in the presence of Lily groaning and panting in pain. Oh, maybe she’s a whimperer.

aand…

Oh, but Lily.

Lily is different though. From the other detectives and uniformed officers. Lily looks.

The first time Lily came onto one of Pandora’s crime scenes she’s pretty sure she fell in love with her.

She hadn’t realized immediately, the glint in Lily’s eyes and not in person, of course, but Xeno has their ways of hacking into security cameras and getting their hands onto whatever footage or information they want—alas Pandora having sent rather explicit death threats, graphic in both the death threat as well as the things she’s going to do to Lily right next to their corpse, to Lily’s bumble matches only a few weeks prior.

i’ve already posted about them some time where Pandora was getting felt up homoerotically pat down for weapons professionally but that’s probably lost somewhere on my blog since i didn’t tag it siigghh

i’m v busy at the moment but this made me really want to write them again, i will fight tooth and nail (my family) to get away for a few hours tonight and pick this back up!!

**also Xeno is Pandora’s aroace nonbinary partner in gay crime, they are very much platonic with each other and live in a symbiotic (no one gets hurt if Pandora gets what she wants in the next 5 seconds) relationship :))

****also im very sorry for taking so long to respond, there are demons (my toddler brothers) dragging me around all day in their fierce clutches keeping me from the vital ways of life (blogging on tumblr) <3

#fic: lips that left some scars #pandalily

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anonymouslylovesyou · 2 months ago

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Season 2 episode 3 of Bridgerton @whoblewboobear

Reread my last liveblog to refresh my own memory and it's surprising coherent

Oh flashback to 10 years ealier I think that's Anthony and his dad hunting

Anthony: *fails*

Anthony: it's impossible

They are being slightly safe with guns on set good for them

Oh my god is this how he fucking dies???? Allergic reaction to bees in front of Anthony???

Fucking crazy way to open a episode

Not Anthony having to make sure the other kids don't see the body...

God what is Anthony going to do in this ep that the narrative had to show me his tragic backstory how's he going to piss me off

Edwinda is so precious

Daphne!! And she has a baby and Colin is so good with them you know he's gonna want to be a father

Daphne is so funny I love herr I do miss Simon tho 😭

Daphne what's that face about??? Hm

Kate: a game where you are encouraged to piss off your opponents? Made for me <3

Edwinda looking at her sister: We will have nice afternoon (threat)

Girlie Prudence has no assets

The tailor(I still dont kmow her name but I like her a lot): I mind my business please mind yours

Kate please you promised to be nice

Fully do not care about Benedicts art school

Edwinda is so bad at this but shit talking her would be like kicking a puppy

Oh no she's not having fun??

GIRLIE YOUR SHIES AND DRESS?? Wait her shitty grandparents can pay nevermind

AND THEY BOTH FALL IN THE MUD, THE FIRST STIRRINGS A ROMANCE BLOOM

OH NO HIS FATHERS GRAVE

OH NO CHRIST THAT BABY BEING BORN TRAMATIZED THAT WHOLE FAMILY

Prudence is so bad at this seducing thing

Jack why on God's green earth would fucking Cressida Cowper be enjoyable company

Ok hold on this Edwinda and Anthony ship is cute. Him asking her to talk!!

Daphne coming in clutch with the subtle making him think about his feelings but also she so clearly misses her husband

Anthony you are a Liar who lies

Eloise stumbling upon her mom and Lady Danbury spying

Cressida nobody has ever in your life described you like that

Colin are you giving your brother drugs?????

BENEDICT DO NOT FUCKING DO THAT pray for him brothers

Eloise Kate friendship strikes again

Anthony you're processing your dad death again right here right now?

This episode being named "A Bee in Your Bonnet" is foul now that we know how his dad died

Oh my fucking god you let your brother go to dinner high as fuck??? You should've said he was sick Colin

Colin is starting to use the phrase "in Greece" to make his family stop paying attention

Daphne really said "if you love Edwinda then why are you staring at Kate while she talks huh?"

Oh my god Lady Danbury leaving a wide opening for Anthony to propose

Do not propose at dinner I fucking mean it Anthony but also don't save like that it was terrible

EWINDA BABYGIRL YOU WERE PERFECT

Damn actually Benedict that's a pretty good painting

Wahoo! He got in good for him but also do not allow him that close to that open window

Noo not Colin still being hung up on the other girlie

PENELOPE GIRLBOSSING

Kate's outfits slap so hard

NO BABYBOY IS HAVING A PANIC ATTACK I do not often like Anthony but I'm just this once wrapping him in a blanket

The camera angles were working so hard in that scene

#i gotta finish this series so i can read fanfic without spoilers #i fucking forgot how good Bridgerton was until i started back up watching it again #boobear

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superstar49 · 5 months ago

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Hi!! Saw you were doing f1 hot takes so though why not sharing one I have.

Haters make this fandom less and less enjoyable. Idk why so many people act like hating is normal and an expected part of the sport, specially with the recent events its showing so many disrespectful and imo even disgusting behaviours of the fans.

I'm not condemning criticism, or even disliking a driver, everyone has a right to not like a driver but I think we should all trace a line when the hate is to much which imo is what is happening but most of the people act like it's okay.

This are REAL people, and HUMANS, yes maybe they're also rich boys who drive fast cars but still, they're NOT fictional people whom you can wish death and harass.

Also hating and harassing other fans for having an opinion or liking a certain driver is also fucking disgusting. Period. Idc you think the driver did something irremediable, it's still fucking horrendous to bash on other people for having a different opinion to yours. And if you want to be treated with respect, you need to also respect others, so then dont be surprised those people wont respect you, like I've seen lately.

Sorry for any mistakes my English is not the best! Im not taking here any side of the conflict that is happening on the fandom, so it about both sides. Btw nothing is directed to you, just to some people on this fandom that REALLY need to hear this :)

honestly yeah i do agree with this one, which might come as a surprise to some people who know me. i’m definitely a big hater about some drivers and i’ve got some intense opinions, but the difference is i keep them to tumblr or my personal messages with friends. it’s one thing to post about not liking a driver on a blog website that i doubt half the drivers even know about, or to talk shit with your friends in messages nobody else will see, but it’s crossing the line to go and post on twitter or instagram or tiktok, all of which are extremely public platforms that almost every single driver uses, and post death threats and the like. the truth is that driver hate has always been part of the sport, but it’s been on the side of too much for years now. and the hate against other fans, like you mentioned, is ridiculous. there are a couple of drivers on the grid that i really can’t stand, but i follow and am friends with plenty of folks who are fans of those drivers, and i’m not in their ask boxes or dms or text messages shitting on them for liking drivers that i’m not a fan of. it works the opposite way, too. if someone is hating on your favourite driver, just ignore them or block them if you don’t want to hear it. there’s no reason to harass people.

the big takeaway is, people just need to mind their manners and their business and understand what the limit is.

send me your f1 hot takes

#honestly thank you for bringing this up anon #especially recently it’s been too much #i know i sound like an old person but do people not have any manners or what 😭#anon #f1

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abiiors · 9 months ago

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ok so. the well rested wont last long. work starts tomorrow :((( booo tomato tomato. but tea time

from what ive gathered shes pissed at me because (i think this is the reason anyway) ((context. her parents are friends with mine and i still live at home for the free rent and food which is the only reason i know her)) one of my favorite things to do is dead leg people which if you don’t know what that is when someone is least expecting it you push your toe into the back of their knee making it buckle. and i did it to one of my friends and her boyfriend (who. spoiler alert. she isnt supposed to be dating. another story for another day) saw me do it and he did it to her and so she hit the ground and instead of standing back up sat there and tried to make herself cry so i obviously laughed because i have like the worse knees (possible torn acl atm) and i stood back up without a problem when they did it to me and so her MOTHER comes over and starts interrogating everybodyyyyy and so she claims her boyfriend kicked her (not true 😭) and so fast forward to dinner last night shes sitting there. still crying and being an overall bitch to me and she’s literally shit talking me to someone were at the table with calming her parents are mad at me and that i am “pissing” her off because its “none of my business” (if my name is in your mouth. its my business) supposedly her parents hate me (they dont. literally asked them) today shes sending me death threats because her boyfriend wants to break up with her. she acts like i want him hes 15 babe i can promise you i dont want him. she being pissy with the wrong one. because i promise you if she dont get my name out her mouth she will be getting a can of whoop ass for her 18th birthday with her all bark no bite ass. -🦞 (there is so many stories about her that i could tell. cock and balls is over her bullshit)

oh god girlie is CHILDISHHHH despite not being the youngest one here. and to accuse you of wanted her 15 year old bf like 😭😭😭 what even does a 22 year old have in common with a 15 year old???

she probably felt a lil humiliated about the whole dead legging her thing the same way people feel when someone whacks them in the head lmao. still, death threats over that is WILDDDD

also wdym POSSIBLE torn acl, are you not in pain??? 😭

#✉️#🦞 anon

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loudanqueer · 2 years ago

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(personally dont mind this being public but depending on your blog settings im worried itll show up in searches ><;;) but yes, proship (as it is used in context of proship vs antiship) means someone who is for-shipping and ship and let ship, as opposed to antis who were once anti-[ship] but became anti-darkfic (where the litmus test for "darkfic" changes at their whim, and has hilariously included things like agegap where both men in a ship are older than 30), and where 'anti' means more than just "uncomfortable with" but also "i will go out of my way to find things that upset me and make it the shippers' problem, from almost innocent anons down to death threats and even outright doxxing/outing to conservative family members in countries where honor killing is a thing (this last bit is unfortunately a real example, and its happened twice--you can search 'amphibia honor killing' on twitter to find out more about the more recent incident) & usually share these things with my friends or remind them it exists and upset them too and rile them up to continue the cycle)". proship was coined because of the harassment problem but antis warped 'proship' into 'problematic ships' (& ppl who ship problematic ships), so depending on who you ask you'll get two very different views on what proship means in this context lol

I think my settings are optimal, if not I apologize. But thank you so much for an explanation! This has been tripping me up for MONTHS at this point! (Sure, could've looked into it, but I don't walk so carelessly into lion dens.)

⭐⭐⭐

Also I always have and always will follow the Ship and Let Ship rule. What others are into isn't my business, and I don't want anyone trying to be in my business like that!

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libraford · 2 years ago

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Here's his business page. Just to be clear, the profile image is not of him, it's of his protagonist..

I kind of want to give more context because it's very frustrating. I met this guy at a comic show and his comics are... I mean it was an underground kinda thing, you get what you expect. I like indie comics because you DO get oddball passion projects. But I also follow like... every artist I show with because I like connecting with people.

Guy discovers AI art and gets very in his head about it, decides hes an AI artist now. Whatever. I have my opinions about that, but I'm just letting it go for now. The images are... okay, I guess. But you can tell how they're made.

I think someone triggered him by saying that AI images were ethically questionable. Suddenly all of his posts seem like they're going on the attack against artists, saying that we're 'wasting our lives by doodling while he can finally create a sellable product.'

Indie comics are a hard sell and it's very common for indie creators to be... bitter about people whose talent level differs, or people who can even sell a little bit of their work sometimes. (My narrative work doesnt sell well, but it's also important to say that I dont make things just to sell them. I make them and then I sell them. Some things sell and some dont. That's the business.)

So when he starts lashing out I'm thinking... maybe I should mute him. But someone said 'hey, just be aware that you're going to have trouble copyrighting your pieces.'

To which he explained that no he wouldnt because he can set it up as a NFT.

Curiosity got the best of me. Since I have him blocked now I cant cap what I actually said but it was like:

'Here is an article on what hes saying about copyright. I'm not sure how a NFT would solve this.'

And that pissed him off.

So he got on his business account and posted bunch of counter-articles. But they were all very similar to the one that I posted, which makes me wonder if he ever actually... read them?

"Bud, I was just telling you that you may run into some red tape when it comes to protecting your intellectual property and I dont think registering a NFT is going to cut it. The way you're responding to this is very unprofessional."

"Well, it was very unprofessional for me to receive a death threat about it!"

At which point I was like... hmm... not worth it, because I didnt send any threats. So I unfriended him and thought that was enough.

Then he sent that message and I've been mulling it over for awhile what to do about it. I already unfriended him, I thought I blocked him but that message still got through somehow. He also made it so that only certain people can comment on the articles he put on my page, so no one can see me being like... reasonable.

Its just... so tiring.

So earlier in the week I told a person in my community using AI generated images to create a comic book that he might have a lot of legal hurdles to jump through if he tries to copyright it as intellectual property and he got... so mad at me that he screen shot my work history from facebook and seemed to be... I suppose hes threatening me? Anyways, I'd appreciate it if word got around that this guy is in the habit of lashing out against fellow creatives. Dont harass him, it's not worth it. Just block him dont work with or buy from him.

The threat is somewhat useless. My work history isnt up to date specifically because I've had stalkers in the past. And chances are that the threat is empty. But even threatening to go after someone due to a bruised ego is childish and I dont think that should be kept private.

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yanderes-galore · 2 years ago

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hi im back with new requests !!

basic request, since i dont know what to do for a spooky month one.

prompt 22 + 24 with rottmnt leo ? if its to much, delete or tell me ^^

Welcome Back ^^ It's nice to see you again! Aged up as usual!

Yandere! ROTTMNT! Leonardo Prompts 22 + 24

Pairing: Romantic

"They never loved you. Only I love you."

"Don't you believe in fate? Fate wants us to be together...!"

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Stalking, Threats, Desperation, Forced affection, Forced relationship, Unhealthy behaviors because Yandere, Leo really just casually threatens people.

Leonardo was never one for personal space. At least, that's when it came to you. No matter what you did Leo would wrap himself around you in glee upon seeing you.

You asked his brothers about it and got an answer equivalent to "That's just Leo."

It felt more than that, however. The looks Leo gave you when holding onto you were too intense to be just friendly. He was always one for attention...

Although he takes it a bit too far at times.

Whenever you're around others he'll find a way to take your attention away from them. Talking with his brothers? Looks like Leo planned an entire day centered around you and him.

Being around your other friends? Leo gives you a call saying he needs some help at the lair. Help meaning attention.

Leonardo was someone who needed constant attention. You'd think he'd just ask his brothers to hang out or something. Yet he always picks you even if the time isn't right.

"They're always busy!"

"I doubt that... you think I'm NOT busy?"

"Well, maybe I just don't want to hang out with THEM right now-"

There were times you could barely pry the turtle off from you when you left the lair.

"No no no no! Stay a little longer, okay? I PROMISE I have things for us to do!"

He was always obsessed about you. The final straw was when you heard from your friends someone was watching them. How some of them even got death threats.

All signed with an L, nothing more.

To you, it was obvious who was doing this. It made your blood boil at the idea. Was he really this petty?

"LEONARDO!"

Leo flinches when hearing your tone, his brothers looking at him in confusion.

"Oh hey! What's up?"

"I need to talk with you, you're in so much trouble...!"

Leonardo gets up and follows you to a private area. Based on your expression... he could guess why you were mad.

"Why did you think it was a good idea to send death threats to my friends!?"

"Hey, I had my reasons-"

"WHAT reasons!?"

"They were taking all of your attention... you know how much I hate that!"

"That's taking things too far, Leo!"

"But they don't deserve you!"

"What...?"

Leonardo was getting fired up too. He does all this for you and him, yet you call it unreasonable!

"They don't love you like I do!"

Leo clings to you, bringing on the water works.

"They never loved you. Only I love you."

"Leo, get off me!"

"No! I'm tired of sharing... only we get to be this close! No one else!"

"You don't OWN me, Leo! Cut it out!"

You push him off you, only making Leonardo more desperate.

"Don't you believe in fate? Fate wants us to be together...!"

"Back off! This is over! I refuse to deal with you any longer!"

"You only need ME, (Y/N)! Everyone else isn't as dedicated to you like me!"

Leo's gaze was both hurt yet aggressive. You knew he was manipulating you. You couldn't let him get to you.

You turn away from him, only for him to portal in front of you. His eyes never left you. They burned with such a desperate intensity....

"We're not done here, (Y/N)...."

"Yes we are! I don't want to be friends with you, let alone romantic part-"

You stop talking when there's a sword to your throat. He was done being manipulative, now it was time for him to be threatening.

"Enough. All of this is necessary, alright? Now, let's try this again. Only I love you..."

He makes you back up to a wall, eyes swapping from intense to strangely affectionate.

"Nothing and no one will change that, not even you."

You say nothing, silently praying the sword will be brought away from your throat.

"Now. I do believe I have something prepared for us to do!"

He pulls away, turning before looking over his shoulder. A knowing grin is on his face. A silent threat for you to comply with whatever he wants.

"You'll come and hang out like usual, won't you? All because I love you?"

#yandere tmnt #yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere rottmnt leonardo #yandere rottmnt #yandere leonardo

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skunaskitten · 2 years ago

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Her Charm

Paring: Sukuna x you

Summary: Through all the time of his life he missed his love but it was her charm that kept him alive.

Warning: fluff, sukuna threating, death mentioning, angst, sad curse king.

Yuji was brought to a room with gojo to show him a golden bell with seal symbols carved into it and a red ribbon tied to it. Gojo gave it to yuji telling him to bring it out when sukuna gets out of hand. Just show it to him whenever he feels he needs to. Itadori held the bell for a while thinking it was something to hold down sukuna little did he know what the bell really was.

Sukuna was getting out of hand since eating most of his fingers, the king was starting to feel his power. Starting to taunt his vessel seeing the nightmares that sukuna has caused. Something in yuji snapped when sukuna appeared on his cheek laughing and threatening to kill everyone. Yuji held up the bell not hearing a ring but sukuna heard the jingle of the bell.

Sukuna stopped and saw the bell being silent so long that yuji was confused but happy it worked to shut up sukuna. "Where the fuck did you that brat!? Where?! Tell me!" Yuji put up a hand in defense. "Calm down gojo gave it to me saying to use it on you I don't know what it is. It just looks like a stupid bell it doesn't even jingle." "Dont call it stupid punk! You have no reason to have it or to hold it I am the only one allowed to have that. It belongs to me!"

Yuji was still confused as he stuck it into his pocket saying, "whatever it got you to shut up, if you don't behave I might as well toss it." Sukuna raged inside itadori. "If you toss that bell or damage it I will have your head on a stick! As for everyone else I will slaughter them all if that bell gets touched or destroyed!" Yuji sighed, rubbing his head, already getting a headache and annoyed with sukuna throwing a fit.

The next few days sukuna bugged yuji about the bell making sure it was safe and had in sight. A strange order by the king, itadori was told to put the bell on a pillow while he went to sleep. What was up with this bell? It was time to ask the king. It has been a while now since it was given to yuji.

"Sukuna, I wanted to ask you. What is this bell?" His mouth showed up on his hand smirking. "None of your business brat. If you were not alive during my time then you have no reason to know just keep it safe." Yuji grunt holding his own wrist. "I demand to know you live in my body so tell me now!" "You dare order me around, fool. You will get yourself killed. But fine if you wish to know, let's go for a walk. Take us out to the forest alone I will tell you. No question, just do it."

Itadori followed the commands and went to a forest to an open field of flowers and took a seat. "We are here now." Sukuna showed his mouth on his hand letting out a sigh. "That bell I had made, when I had turned into a curse. I made it for someone who was very close to me. They have known me ever since I was human but even after I changed they still stayed by my side. I made this bell so that only I can hear it ring just to know when they are close by and where they are." "What? Was it a girl, your girlfriend?" Sukuna growled then said "you want to lose a hand."

Yuji smiled at his hand and looked away. "Oh so it was a girl. Was she pretty?" "More beautiful than you think brat." Yuji snickered thinking what she could look like. "How much of a curse was she to be with you." "Brat watch your tongue. She was no curse. She was human. Our plan was to have me try to make her curse or find a way to let her live forever so she could be with me to rule the world." Itadori soon realized that if that was the plan then where did she go. "Where is she now can we find her? If she is around I can help you?"

Sukuna scoffed "why help me I am trying to kill you all besides she is no longer alive less thing for me to worry about." Yuji looked at his hand in shock. "How can you say that? Don't you miss her? How did she die?" "Of course I miss her brat. You ask too many questions." Sukuna stayed quiet for a while then spoke again. "She was killed by you sorcerers after they captured me." All yuji could say was sorry and the conversation was soon over. He headed back to jujutsu high that night. Sukuna was sitting on his throne of bone with memories of her crossed his mind.

Remembering her smile as her hands caressed his. He barely remembers anything from when he was human but he remembers all from when he was with her. She used to always play with his hands, all four of them. Even placing small soft kisses to his tummy mouth as he let it lick her face making her laugh or giggle. When he turned to a curse she didn't fear him or tried to kill him. She was shocked and confused more worried than anything but he would never hurt her and he never did.

Sukuna took this chance to take over the brats body when he fell asleep. The tattoos that appeared and his four eyes opened and looked over seeing the bell. Sukuna sat up taking the bell into his hands hearing the jingle. He felt his heart begin to fill with guilt and sorrow. A strange feeling for him to have but it always appeared when he thought of her. A pain that spread through his chest. "My love, my queen." Sukuna spoke as his clawed thumb traced over the carving on the bell that read my heart.

Sometimes he still hears her voice speak his name as if she was still here with him. Sukuna shut his eyes and held the bell with a tight fist fighting back the feelings dare to form in his eyes. "I am sorry I could not protect you." Then he felt something wet trickle from one of his eyes as he quickly wiped it away seeing his wrist wet. Am I crying? He remembered seeing her cry every time he got hurt and she worried so much about him.

Sukuna rolled the bell in his hand looking at it with a frown on his face. "Are you alright wherever you are? Are you still my queen? You know I will always be your king. My love." Sukunan let out a sigh holding the bell as he laid down, switching back out with yuji. Itadori had woken up just after he switched back not saying a word about what he witnessed with sukuna.

Instead yuji would go to a remote area that sukuna wanted to go to and switch out just so the king could hold the bell as if he was spending time with her again. It was the only time the king of curses showed a soft emotion to anything. The only time he showed having a heart for the woman that gave him one. Sometimes yuji swears he hears the bell move just a little thinking it was because he had sukuna inside of him that it jingles for a moment on its own. He was excited to tell sukuna that he heard it. Maybe she was still around looking for her king all this time.

Sukuna felt she was around and could always fall in love with her charm over and over just from hearing the jingle of her bell.

Hello hope you all enjoy the read. I honestly love the sad and angsty stories. I love the idea of sukuna holding on to something dear to him that was part of his heart. How lovely does the bell look in sukunas hand.

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purplespaceace · 3 years ago

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very few characters actually have adhd in media, and when they do, what people mean by that is just that they fidget a lot, not that they have adhd. the only character with adhd I can think of where I’ve watched/read it and I’ve gone, “oh, this character actually has adhd” is Jake peralta from Brooklyn 99. so, here’s my take on how to write adhd, with examples from Brooklyn 99.

I’ll do the best I can to separate them into three categories; the three things people look for in adults with ADHD, which are rejection sensitivity dysphoria, an interest-based nervous system, and emotional hyperarousal.

I’ll also randomly bold and italicize bits so people with ADHD can actually read it.

Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria, or RSD

Rejection sensitivity dysphoria makes people with ADHD overly sensitive to criticism, even if they perceive a rejection and there actually isn’t one. Their emotions are also very strong generally. Because of RSD, people with ADHD become people-pleasers and can develop anxiety because they’re so eager to please.

For me, RSD makes me cry an embarrassing amount for any little reason. in your writing, make your characters overdramatic, criers, and/or people-pleasers. They’ll have trouble saying no. They may also be over competitive, as their perceived rejection may include losing.

how does Jake show this in b99? When Jake comes up with a catchphrase and Rosa says it’s terrible, jake is far more hurt than he should be. He hates losing, and he gets overly upset whenever someone says they don’t like him or don’t trust him, etc. he’s also a people pleaser who has trouble saying no.

An interest-based nervous system

An interest-based nervous system includes hyperfocuses and an inability to pay attention. It stems from the fact that we can’t make as much dopamine as neurotypicals. This means that while neurotypicals get dopamine after completing a task, people with ADHD don’t. That means that people with ADHD don’t have any reason to do tasks, especially those they don’t like. This leads to executive dysfunction—people with ADHD will know they have to or want to do something, but they can’t seem to do it. people with ADHD hyperfocus on things that bring them dopamine. I was obsessed with warrior cats for three years. But hyperfocuses can also last a short amount of time—I’ll have a drawing idea in the middle of class and won’t be able to concentrate on anything else before I finish it. this is where our impulsiveness comes from. we can leap into things we think will give us dopamine without thinking, which can lead to injury. We also tend to tell people personal things they don’t want to hear because of this, and don’t have very good boundaries. We sometimes say whatever comes into our head, which can also result in us being rude on accident. Our voices can also get very loud or we can interrupt people frequently because we’re so impulsive. When people with ADHD hyperfocus, they can forget about anything else. I’ll forget to eat if I’m busy reading a Wikipedia article about feminism in the 1850s, and won’t go to the bathroom or drink water either. It’s also important to note that taking away distractions doesn’t help, because we can do things like pick at our skin and daydream—something that people with ADHD do a lot of. Because of executive dysfunction, people can call people with ADHD lazy or irresponsible.

people with ADHD can also be extremely indecisive because ADHD affects our executive functioning, and making decisions requires planning and prioritizing, and task initiation, which are both executive functions!

people with ADHD also have poor memory for important things, but tend to remember random bits of trivia. Poor memory leads to object permanence problems, which means people with ADHD can forget to call a friend back for weeks, forget that they need to read library books in a closed cabinet, or forget that the vegetables they got will go bad. People can sometimes say that people with ADHD don’t care about anything because of this.

people with ADHD can also be prone to depression because of under or overstimulation. Boredom feels painful for people with ADHD. If we’re overstimulated, we can experience sensory overload—if things are too bright or too loud, if too many things are touching us at once—often it’s not because the thing is too intense, but because too many things are happening at once.

We also have something some people call dolphin brain, where we jump from one thing to another. From the outside, it looks really random, but I find that when I’m talking to another neurodivergent communication is generally easier. For instance, someone with ADHD might see a bee at a baseball field and tell their team about the time they saw whales at seaworld because their little brother was also stung by a wasp there. people will see no connection on the outside, but it makes perfect sense to the person with ADHD.

people with ADHD can also be overachievers, either because they hyperfocus on schoolwork or their RSD makes it so that failing at something isn’t an option. people with ADHD can also be very controlling and stubborn, probably because we hyperfocus on something and cant handle it being any different, and any change to our plans can be seen as rejection.

we can also have a hard time ordering our thoughts or doing stuff like math in our head. a lot of the time I number my thoughts like, 1. this reason, 2. this reason, etc. even if theres only two or sometimes I just need the 1. as a transition for my brain. when I don’t write it down or organize it like that it feels like I’m trying to grasp ropes that have been covered in oil (it’s not going to happen) and then my brain gets all jumbled and I have to restart at the beginning. this is probably just me, but it feels the same way when I’m reading long paragraphs of something uninteresting, or even short bits of historical documents because the way they phrase things is really pompous and hard to process.

also, stuff like caffeine calms us down and helps us focus. people who don’t take medication (me) often drink coffee or caffeinated sodas to focus.

another random tip, but if your character with ADHD also is genderfluid or genderflux, they might have a hard time figuring out their gender sometimes, because we can be known to have a hard time putting our feelings into words or our brains will just go, “nope, not thinking about that right now” and move on, which can be pretty frustrating.

people with adhd also have a trait called time blindness, where we have no idea how long something takes and therefore can’t manage our time very well. this often results in us being late or just sitting around the house because we got ready way too early.

we also have something called consequence blindness—we do things and are completely unaware of the consequences. if I don’t brush my teeth, I get cavities. but I don’t think about that when I’m deciding I’m too tired to brush my teeth.

in b99, jake regularly stays up all night solving cases and watches documentaries on random topics. He’s also very distractible—when they’re trying to find the person who sent Captain Holt death threats in the train yard, Jake says he and captain holt should take a train trip together sometime. Jake says that he’ll forget Amy if they don't work together because he’s like a goldfish.

Emotional hyperarousal

This is the only thing people tend to include when writing characters: the fidgeting. People with ADHD tend to need more stimulation than others, so we’ll do things like draw during class and chew on pens.

people with ADHD can also have apd, or auditory processing disorder. we tend to watch shows with subtitles on and may take a second to process what you’re saying, or hear it wrong. The subtitles thing may be partially do to creating just the right amount of stimulation, but if I don’t have subtitles, me and my other friends with ADHD will watch tv with the volume turned up very high. People with ADHD also can have a hard time interpreting other people‘s tone and have a hard time controlling their own. They can be bad at social cues and have poor manners because we don’t pick up on that stuff.

people with ADHD also tend to observe everything or nothing at any given time, mostly based on the amount of stimulation they have—if they dont have a lot in their main task, they’ll need to take in something else at the same time. Likewise, if I’m hyperfocusing on something I often don’t notice anything else, like if someone asks me a question.

in b99, Jake fidgets with things a lot. In the intro, he’s picking up and examining a figurine on his desk, likely because he was bored with paperwork or some other task.

#adhd #writing #writing adhd #brooklyn nine nine #b99 #brooklyn99 #Jake peralta #Adhd Jake #neurodivergent #writing tips #adhd problems #adhd misconceptions #nd #neurodivergence

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standfucker · 10 months ago

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I loved this chapter so I'm just going to dive right into all the parts I loved so here we go

[He’d toss you roughly onto a nearby couch or chair and spend time inspecting your work, but after a few rounds of this you realized he was just forcing you to take breaks.]

I love how he could just use his words and *tell* you to take a break but no, this guy's going to play with his new toy and flaunt his power more!

[Vampires could subsist on animals, but they usually had thralls – humans willing to be fed from in exchange for protection, or lodging, or money – or some mix of the three. The only people with more land and wealth than the vampires were the Celestial Dragons. Not even most nobles could compare to the wealth amassed by the long lived race. The balance of power was shaky at best. Vampires were powerful, but few in number. Turning humans into vampires was tricky business, and vampire procreation was a long process, as such humans out numbered them nearly a million to one. Before there had been thousands of vampires, but a great war some centuries ago had wiped out most of them.]

Me taking in all this worldbuilding

seriously hooked onto this AU!!

[Honeysuckles were in the middle of that power struggle, but you didn’t like thinking about it.]

[“It… seems impolite to refer to it as feeding.” You admit, looking over at him carefully.

“It isn’t.” He answers gruffly. “Call it drinking if you want. You wanna talk rude? Most of us call drinking from honeysuckles dosing.”]

This was so good. Also I really like this reader, it feels awesome being this reader, they rule.

[“If I drink from you now, and you are addicting, or intoxicating, or whatever word that’s supposed to make me lose my senses, then I should be either recovered or exhausted by the time my partners return.”]

ARE WE GONNA SEE KILLER/HEAT/WIRE OMG

[Eustass’ fingers slowly slide over your throat, forcing your head back slowly before he pushes you roughly into the chair with enough force it causes the cutlery on your plate to clatter as the chair slams into the table.]

love the detail of the cutlery clattering to show impact!!

[“No ill-effects as far as anyone knows.” He repeats your words. “But you couldn’t look at me when you said it, so what are you hiding?”]

Ugh I LOVE this! I didn't even pick up on how the reader looked away but Kid noticed immediately! the keen perception, the strength, it's sooo good

[“I’m not a flower.” Your voice is small, and it feels like such a weak statement against an entire world that refers to you and those like you as honeysuckles.]

who hasn't felt like the judgment of the world is against them? I love this reader.

[You don’t have to look at him to know he’s irritated about something – no matter how old or young he might actually be it’s fairly easy to read his emotions. It’s a large part of what’s made it easy to relax around him, even if does shift gears swiftly sometimes, you never have to guess too much.]

love this detail!!

[He reaches out and tilts your jaw around a little, exposing your neck in different ways.]

this is making my knees weak!!! ( ;A;)

[“… They teach us that it’s painful.”

“Never know a thrall to cry out in pain.” His grin takes a lascivious tilt. “Not to say they don’t cry out.]

cue me leaning forward, wondering if this universe goes by 'euphoric bite' rules O.O

[“Mm, if I want to. Maybe I like hurting my meals.” He tilts your chin up so you’re looking at him.]

god, he just OOZES threat. it's so incredible, I dont know how you do it so well. you're amazing at this

EVERYTHING about the bite scene--the buildup with kisses, the tension, the pleasure--it left me breathless! I swear I could feel my own neck tingling. I LOVE the line [a strange insanity takes you, as though you’d risk death to feel the peak of that pleasure.]

[“Dhampir? Humans can’t get knocked up by vampires.”]

👀👀👀 well that makes things easier for us in later chapters don't it?

[“It’s what they call the vampires who have taken oaths to the World Government.”

Eustass stills, and the air around him seems to move on his behalf. His gaze nearly spears you to the chair you’re sitting in.]

ruh roh. I guess that's new to him, and it's not good.

Ooooogh the descriptions of his anger were so on point and the way he snapped at you and you run and everything, just, so good, I am EATING IT UP.

I'm so so so glad I had to go to sleep so there's still one more chapter left for me to read. I literally cannot wait to read what happens next! not to be selfish but I am wishing you tons of muse for this story because you have been killing it with every single chapter. Cannot believe shit this good is free. God I love fanfiction. Thank you for your hard work!

Honeysuckle: Red

afab!reader x Vampire!Eustass Kid

cw: Vampire AU with blood, violence, gore, some very marginally dubious consent, 18+ only

Summary: Vampires are real, and the World Government has ways of maintaining the balance of power and peace between humans and Vampires. Most of it is simple extortion, but one person's desire for freedom threatens to upend the delicate balance and change the world completely.

Tag List: @keiva1000

Chapter 4: Bite

Eustass’ idea of having you do what he wanted seemed to be mostly chores. He had you dust, and sweep, and clean almost constantly. If you weren’t eating or sleeping, you were doing chores. He’d toss you roughly onto a nearby couch or chair and spend time inspecting your work, but after a few rounds of this you realized he was just forcing you to take breaks.

Your only real concern was that there wasn’t much conversation between the two of you. The one time you brought it up he said that you’d just have to wait and see. Well, his exact words had been to not worry your “fairytale filled head about it.”

Over the course of about four days, you were slowly pulled into his schedule. Sleeping during the day was unusual for you, but it was surprisingly easy to adjust to. You’d been up most of the night the first day you’d stumbled into the manor as it was.

Meals were simple, but certainly more than enough food. He would grumble that you’d better not complain, but you were just glad to be getting regular meals. You had been certain in your mad dash to leave the facility behind that you would be going long stretches without food. If you’d died of starvation while being free, then so be it, and so this was a far cry better than you had anticipated.

The beginning of the fifth night, as you were eating breakfast – a few slices of toast with honey on them and some fruit – your curiosity got the better of you.

“Have you, um, eaten?” You ask the question, but you’re pretty sure you know the answer. If he’s left the manor in the last few nights, it hasn’t been for long as far as you could tell.

Vampires could subsist on animals, but they usually had thralls – humans willing to be fed from in exchange for protection, or lodging, or money – or some mix of the three. The only people with more land and wealth than the vampires were the Celestial Dragons. Not even most nobles could compare to the wealth amassed by the long lived race.

The balance of power was shaky at best. Vampires were powerful, but few in number. Turning humans into vampires was tricky business, and vampire procreation was a long process, as such humans out numbered them nearly a million to one. Before there had been thousands of vampires, but a great war some centuries ago had wiped out most of them.

Now there were a few hundred at most.

Honeysuckles were in the middle of that power struggle, but you didn’t like thinking about it.

“Vampires don’t eat, princess.”

“It… seems impolite to refer to it as feeding.” You admit, looking over at him carefully.

“It isn’t.” He answers gruffly. “Call it drinking if you want. You wanna talk rude? Most of us call drinking from honeysuckles dosing.”

You can’t help flinching at the term. Convincing the world that all honeysuckles were addictive was the greatest lie the World Government had ever gotten away with.

“I’m still not convinced.” He says his tone freezing you in place as he stands behind you. “Everyone should be back by morning. I was going to wait, but if you’ve been lying.” His hands rest on your shoulders and suddenly you wish you hadn’t eaten breakfast.

“I haven’t.” You insist. Your voice is quiet, and your heart is pounding.

Eustass’ hands hold you in place easily, as he leans down and speaks low into your ear. “You’ve heard the stories, same as me, I’m sure. The Government protects the little honeybloods, because the terrible, monstrous, evil, blood-sucking vampires can’t help from drinking the little darlings dry. So sweet is your blood, so powerfully addicting, that we fall into a terrible bloodlust from it.”

“I’m not addicting.” You say the words, but there’s a vivid image in your mind of your cold and lifeless body on the floor, drained of blood and a feral Eustass Kid screaming in the dark manor.

“But your blood is still intoxicatingly sweet,” you can almost feel his lips brush against your skin, before he leans back a little. “If I drink from you now, and you are addicting, or intoxicating, or whatever word that’s supposed to make me lose my senses, then I should be either recovered or exhausted by the time my partners return.”

The chair you’re in is turned around easily, and those burning gold eyes are regarding you before he leans down. “Mm, princess?”

You’re struggling to meet his gaze when he’s so close. “I’m…” You swallow thickly, forcing yourself to look at him. “I’m a Honeysuckle Red, we… I… supposedly empower anyone who drinks my blood.”

“Empower?”

You nod. “Like adrenaline.”

Eustass’ fingers slowly slide over your throat, forcing your head back slowly before he pushes you roughly into the chair with enough force it causes the cutlery on your plate to clatter as the chair slams into the table.

“You said you weren’t a drug, little flower.” His eyes have that dangerous red hue to them, and his grip is immovable. By his grace alone you’re still able to breathe and speak.

“Ah-addicting… I said I wasn’t addicting.”

His eyes narrow and his grip tightens for a moment. You do your best to stay still, hoping that he doesn’t mean to snap your neck and save himself the complications. The tense moment seems to drag on, but you don’t avert your eyes.

“Side-effects?” He questions as his grip loosens.

“R-reds are the…” You stop and look away. “There’s no ill-effects, as far as anyone knows.”

“And you?” He prompts.

“Huh?” You look up at him and tilt your head a little.

“No ill-effects as far as anyone knows.” He repeats your words. “But you couldn’t look at me when you said it, so what are you hiding?”

“N-Nothing. Nothing!” You assert as his fingers start to tighten. Your face flushes and you look away. “It’s like … it’s like talking about an object.” You say finally, face and ears hot in anger and embarrassment. “Classifications. Purities. Effects. Addiction levels. Like we’re not even human.”

You’re quiet for a moment, Eustass doesn’t move his hand away but there’s no pressure behind it.

“I’m not a flower.” Your voice is small, and it feels like such a weak statement against an entire world that refers to you and those like you as honeysuckles.

You hear a quiet growl come from Eustass before he pulls his hand away. You don’t have to look at him to know he’s irritated about something – no matter how old or young he might actually be it’s fairly easy to read his emotions. It’s a large part of what’s made it easy to relax around him, even if does shift gears swiftly sometimes, you never have to guess too much.

It’s much better than the false kindness of the faculty.

“That was a lovely chat.” He says sarcastically. “But I’m still hungry, princess. What’re you going to do about it?”

“… I wasn’t aware I had a choice.” You admit, looking at the golden eyes that are regarding you coolly. A smirk slips across his face.

“You’ve had a choice since you chose to run away, little gift.” His voice is gruff, but the words are kind, or at least kind enough. He reaches out and tilts your jaw around a little, exposing your neck in different ways. “And I can choose if I give a shit.”

“… They teach us that it’s painful.”

“Never know a thrall to cry out in pain.” His grin takes a lascivious tilt. “Not to say they don’t cry out. But no one’s fed from a hon-.” Eustass stops mid sentence and frowns deeply. “Only one way to know, sweetheart.”

“Would you… could you stop, if it hurts?”

“Mm, if I want to. Maybe I like hurting my meals.” He tilts your chin up so you’re looking at him. Despite the heat in your face you’re able to return the gaze.

“You haven’t hurt me yet.” You say, knowing he’s had plenty opportunity to do so.

“If you want me to hurt you doll, you just have to ask for it.” He answers and you wonder if you’re both talking about the same thing anymore.

“I…” You wondered absently if being free meant wondering which choice was going to be your last, or if this was a unique situation. “Would like for you to eat.”

“I won’t starve in the next few hours.” He counters. There’s a glimmer in his eyes, and you feel like you’re being stalked.

“I know.” He offers his hand and helps you to your feet from the chair.

“Scared?”

“Nervous.” You admit.

Leaning down, he hums softly, pulling your collar aside. There’s enough give to the shirt that he can pull down both of your shoulders easily. The air against your skin makes your breath come back shaky and you can feel the grin coming from him.

“Not yet,” he says softly, kissing your neck. The soft sensation was unexpected, and you feel a shiver run through you as a small gasp escapes you. “Relax,” he commands, pressing another soft kiss against your neck.

His lips are hotter than you expected, and the pleasurable feeling from the tender kisses is distracting you. His hand presses against your back before his tongue presses against your skin. The new sensation makes you squirm and gasp, and he holds you in place. You can feel your heart beating faster and the rush of blood from it is a little dizzying.

“Eu-Eustass…” You’re not sure what you mean to say to him. That the pleasure is nice, but the anticipation is killing you, or that you don’t want him to feed, you just want him to keep making you feel good.

You didn’t know something like this felt so good.

He cradles your head with his hand, holding you even as the pleasure building inside you seems to demand you move.

“Shhh, (Y/N),” his voice hums against your skin, and there’s a second of fear as you realize what’s going to happen. The pleasure hardly relents however, and the fear subsides.

The hard pressure of smooth bone is against your skin for nearly a third time, and the sharp pain is so brief you’re not even sure you truly felt it. Pleasure jolts from your neck out into your body and you can’t stifle the euphoric cry that escapes your lips. The delicious sensation continues to build as he feeds from you, and a strange insanity takes you, as though you’d risk death to feel the peak of that pleasure.

Before you can even truly near it Eustass pulls away.

“Haaaa-Fuck.” He keeps his grip on you as he takes another deep breath. He seems to steady the two of you against one another for a brief moment before he has you sit back in the chair.

“Holy fuck.” He swears again. His skin is flush red down to his abdomen, his fingers flexing as claws extend and contract. There’s a wild aura around him, and you half expect him to howl like some werewolf.

He takes a step back, but it seems more for your comfort than his concern. The air around him is crackling and chaotic, but there’s no struggle or madness on his face.

“I feel like I could break the Red Line.” He says, his breath is coming out heavy and his usual fluid movements seem to flicker. You almost expect him to start teleporting around the room. “How long does this last?”

“… They say for as long as the Dhampir need to win a fight.”

“Dhampir? Humans can’t get knocked up by vampires.” He says it dismissively, but he’s still looking at you for clarification.

You swallow. It’s not like you haven’t been spilling state secrets to him all this time, but this one feels heavier than the rest. “It’s what they call the vampires who have taken oaths to the World Government.”

Eustass stills, and the air around him seems to move on his behalf. His gaze nearly spears you to the chair you’re sitting in.

The room’s been dark since you began eating, your “day” starts at sunset, and the manor is kept almost completely dark because there’s no need for Eustass to need light, and neither of you wants to give away the fact that you’re in the manor. Small sources of lights are provided so you can do your chores and move around without issue, but nothing more than that.

Right now, it seems like all the light from the moon and the candle at the table are being overpowered by a darkness rolling around Eustass. There’s a fury in his eyes, a deadly anger and an unsettling calm all at the same time. You can’t tell if he means to kill you for what you’ve told him, or if he’s keeping himself in check to keep from harming you.

The sound of his breathing is the only noise in the room. The air shudders with every exhale.

“Go to your room.” The words come from him clipped and sharp, barely controlled. “NOW!” He bellows when you don’t immediately move and the sound forces your limbs into motion.

The torrent of emotions from the last few minutes causes tears to sting in your eyes as you run toward your room. The euphoria, the pleasure, the rush, all crushed underneath the weight of the fear that made you run.

Even before you could make it halfway up the stairs you heard the front doors open and close with such force it nearly shook the entire manor. It was amazing that they hadn’t simply shattered in the frame. By the time you made it to the doors of your room you were at least certain that he wasn’t furious at you. You might not know him well, but Eustass Kid seemed the kind of vampire to simply bury whatever truly angered him.

Whatever he had left to do, you only hoped he returned.

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