#and then its like omg... theyre friends!!

[megatruxfr]

Bams 16th birthday (Batwheels: The Resistance AU part 1)

This is part of an au of mine where a strange force of unknown attackers overshadows Gotham, so the Batwheels and the Legion of Zoom team up and become a like "resistance" and i haven't thought it out much but for now it has Bam x Prank, a lil swearing and humans being able to interact with the cars. 'But the humans being able to talk to the cars is stupi-' shut up its my au i do what i want. In this 1st part its Bams B - Day, hes turning 16 🙌 i dont know how much parts this will have but here yall go for now.

"Well, how was your day, birthday boy?" MOE peeked around the corner to check on Bam in the garage. He was reading a comic Bibi had given him.

"I had a great day, MOE. Thank you!" Bam smiled. Today, he had turned 16. He felt old already. Something he had told MOE was that he wanted to have a party with his siblings and friends, including Prank. Bam had had strange feelings around Prank lately and after a lot of research and BatJokes fanfictions, he knew it was clear what he felt, even though he didnt want to admit it.

"So the the Zoomers are coming over?" MOE asked. "Bam, are you sure about this?"

"Yeah," Bam replied. "Jestah and Bibi have become friends, Quizz is becoming nicer to me and he's making less 'thats gay' jokes, and Prank is just... uhm... actually my best friend!" Bam said with a smile.

MOE shook his head in dissaproval. "As long as you don't let him inspire you. You know Prank. Believes in ghosts, listens to loud annoying music, does graffiti, is OWNED BY THE JOKER, just watch out," he said.

Bam laughed. "I'm 16 now, i'm gonna make friends much worse then Prank."

"I hope you don't." MOE put one of Bams extra tires in the corner. "Well, can you even? Are there worse friends then Prank?"

"MOE, he's not that bad."

"He literally vandalizes. He once painted a skull on your hood when you were out and it took literal weeks to remove it!"

"As long as he doesnt give me unwanted tattoos, or, teaches me how to swear, or, kills me, i should be good," Bam said, driving out of his garage. He heard a honk in one of the driveways, and there he was. The Joker Van.

"Hey there Batbro! Had a good b day?" Prank gave Bam a little push. "How old are you now?"

"I had an awesome day! And i'm 16 now, old." Bam chuckled. Slightly flustered. That means youre madly in love and need to kiss, Bam read that once.

"Hey there Bamster!" Jestah said as she and Snowy entered the cave too. Jestah gave him a slight push. "Damn, 16! Welcome to the last fun year of your life!"

"How do you know, youre like 14?" Bam asked.

"Yeah, but Snowy just turned 16 too and hes been an emo the whole time, so." Jestah giggled. "I see Prank got you, again."

"He did.." Bam said, staring at Prank, before he realized what he just said. "I mean-"

Jestah laughed. "What was your present, man? Gayness?"

"DID SOMEBODY SAY.." a voice echoed through the batcave as Quizz entered the room. "..GAYNESS!?"

"Oh, fuck off, Quizz!" Jestah rolled her eyes. "Stop with the gay jokes!"

"Theyre funny!" Quizz defended.

"When did you move from riddles to gay jokes?" Ducky asked. "Not that your riddles are any better or funnier, but when did you decide to do... this?"

"He recently got a Tumblr account and ever since he hasnt been the same," Prank explained to Bam. "This gay, that gay. Everything is gay. He just can't stop."

Bibi got out of her garage. "Oh my god, hi Jestah!"

"Hey Bibi! How are you?" Jestah said as she went to greet her friend.

"Ohmygah, hiiiii gurl, hiiii bestie!" Prank mimicked Jestah and Bibi. "Heyyyy Queen.. omg your FIT is SLAYYYYY!!"

"Shut the fuck up, Prank!" Jestah sneered as Bibi started laughing.

Buff, Redbird and Batwing came out of their garages. "Jestah, you really have to control your swearing," Buff said.

"The fuck are you on, you dick? I never said a fucking swear word in my damn life." Jestah drove away from Bibi, who started laughing.

"What does 'dick' mean?" Redbird asked in confusion, causing Batwing to pat his head with one of her wings. "You'll know when youre older, dear, innocent brother of mine," she said while trying her best not to laugh.

"Lets play truth or dare!" Prank said confidently. Everyone nodded in agreement and Bam snickered. He loved truth or dare.

"Birthday bat begins!" Prank said.

"Okay, truth or dare, to..." Bam thought for a minute. "Prank!" He smirked, he had the perfect thing in mind.

"Dare! DARE!"

Bam smiled and said: "Say 5 swear words in a row, very loudly."

"FUCK, SHIT, DICK, ASS, BITCH!!" Prank yelled without hesistation, causing everyone to laugh.

"Should have said gay!" Quizz commented.

"Gay isnt a swear word, you dumbfuck," Jestah replied.

"For Quizz it is!" Bibi yelled.

"Riddle me this... are you by any chance... gay?" Quizz asked, causing everyone to groan.

"Riddle me this... why did your motherboard give you a mouth?" Redbird asked.

"Its a genuine question!" Quizz said

Snowy sighed and shook his head with his eyes closed. "Every fuckin' time.." he mumbled.

"Shut up, Quizz!" Jestah tolled her eyes. "No one gives a shit about being gay anymore, its normal!"

"So," Quizz said. "Youre safe. We'll always love you, Jestah, we'll keep stealing your charger in the morning, you will still drive Harley around, everything will be the same. No need to defend yourself." He grinned.

Jestah growled. "I'm so close to ripping off your propellor and shoving it in your-"

"Is this how you guys talk daily?" Buff asked, knowing what Jestah was about to say and not wanting Batman to hear it.

"Yeah, its quite therapeutic", Prank replied, making Ducky and Bibi laugh.

Bam laughed. This was what he wanted. Spending time with friends. Laughing away hours, joking and talking by. Bam felt like he had missed out.

"Anyway, truth or dare, to Bam!" Prank said.

"Dare," Bam said confidently. He usually barely did dare during truth or dare with his friends, because everyone seemed to get the most delusionally creative when it was his turn. But he strangely wanted to be 'cool' in front of Prank.

Prank thought for a minute. Then his face lit up with that disturbing, ridiculously attractive smile. "Moan very loudly," he said.

Quizz started laughing. "Finally, i'll know if youre really-"

"If you say the word gay one more time, i will FUCKING-" Ducky hesitated and shuddered with anger.

"Oi oi oi," Snowy mumbled.

"Do it!" Jestah and Batwing encouraged him. Redbird squeezed his eyes shut. "Bam, please don-"

"AAAAA" Bam suddenly exclaimed. "HARDER, PRANK!"

Prank started laughing. "YOU WANT IT HARD, BATBOY?!"

"BAM ANTHONY WAYNE!" MOE turned his head around the corner with an angry face. "THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE HERE!!"

Bam immediatly shut his mouth, but Prank started laughing. "Oh man, that was FUCKING COMEDY!"

Bam usually didnt really like it when the zoomers swore, but when Prank did it he didnt really mind. Well, MOE did. But then Prank stopped laughing. He turned to Bam. "Your second name is Anthony?"

After a very long game of truth or dare, wich included a ton of swearing, screaming, switching parts, using weapons and... some gay jokes, Bam went to his garage. The legion of zoom was leaving the cave and Prank was still hanging around talking with Bam.

"What do you think of this whole "resistance" thing? We need a new name," Prank said.

Bam thought. "I think its a big responsibillity. And i'm quite scared."

"Of what?"

"The future."

Bam stared forwards and sighed. "Prank, we're the only hope of an entire city. "I spent my whole life here helping Batman. And honestly? Since i've grown, everything around me is getting more and more..." Bam paused. "Intense. I'm asked more and more of. Batman barely anyone lets but Batwing out on patrol anymore, we can barely go out as it is and now we're dealing with this."

"Well," Prank said. "You don't have to be scared of those ninja bozo's, thats for sure!"

"How do you know?"

"Because if they want you, they gotta pass me and my bombs first!" Prank hooted and laughed. "They won't put a finger on you, Bam. Not as long as i'm in the Resistance!"

"This is gonna sound really weird, but..." Bam said. "I like how protective you can be."

"Whyyyyy?" Prank asked while leaning in.

"Because..." Bam turned red. "Oh, how do i- whatever, Prank i kinda-" he paused.

"Uh huh," Prank said with a gigantic smile. "Yeah?"

"I ki... kinda, like a little bit, not that much, just a tiny bit.."

"Get on with it!" Prank said with that same smile, trampling on his tires.

Bam avoided Pranks eyes. "I... like you."

Prank looked at him with wide open eyes and a shut mouth. It was quiet for a second.

Bam wanted to say something, before Prank opened his mouth and said, quite loud:

"The fuck did you just say?!"

"I-" Bam swallowed. "I like you. I kinda like you! I mean, we spent a lot of time together the past month and-"

"You mean you like - like me?" Prank interrupted.

"Yes." Bam said. "Sorry if its weird or if it disturbs you or something, but its just-"

"No, no, its okay." Prank smiled softly. "I mean, i kinda, sorta, feel the same. I'm just good at hiding it."

Bams face lit up. "Really?"

"Yeah." Prank chuckled. "I honestly think you.. look kinda good. Don't mean that in a weird way, i just think you have... he wanted to say "beautiful body", but hesitated and said: "Pretty back wings. Looks good on you. And your ears are funny." He smiled.

"Well, i think you have a pretty face," Bam complimented him back. "I love it so much when you smile or laugh. Your laugh is super contagious and your smile is prettier then you probably think," he said.

Prank was quiet for a second. "I've never had anyone compliment my smile."

"I've never had anyone compliment my back wings."

Prank looked at Bam. "I've never seen a car with bat ears before you."

Bam smiled. "And i've never seen a van that literally drops bombs."

"Well, i've never seen a car with such a shiney hood!"

"And i have never seen a van with a rocket booster!"

They both laughed. Bam loved this way of giving compliments already.

Prank looked at the clock. "If Quizz didnt do some fuckery with the clocks again, i should go home right now," he said with a smile. "I'll be back, Bam." His voice was very soft, Bam didnt ever hear Prank speak like that. He normally talked very loudly.

He nodded. "Goodnight, Prank."

Prank nodded back and drove trough one of the entrances.

"Oh oh oh," MOE murmured when Bam was sleeping. "All that swearing and screaming, Prank is a terrible influence! What is Batman gonna think when he hears Bam swear?"

BC looked at the Batmobile peacefully sleeping. "I have faith in Bam. He'll figure it all out. With Prank."

[askgardenerwoods]

hi Emma! Who do you consider your friends do you have a crush on anybody?

" For crushes... "

[deathberi]

FINAL FANTASY VII REBIRTH (2024) ↳ The Spice of Life ➤ Gongaga

[starch1ldz]

Friendly reminder; don't make queer ships straight by making one of them a woman! If you want one to be a woman, both should be women. You can't just make the small twink character a girl and not make his big buff counterpart also a girl it feels gross and fetishy cause at that point why are you shipping queer ships at all? Just find a straight ship? Subtract the twink from the equation all together you don't have to make him a woman to make the ship better in some way, he's adding nothing if you make him a girl then it's just the same ship we have a million times in any other media. Gay erasure in fandom space is so annoying cause it's like YOU LIKE THE GAY SHIP OBVIOUSLY, WHY ARE YOU MAKING THEM STRAIGHT??

[oceanwithouthermoon]

one of my favorite (/sarcastic but not really cuz its like funny idk) things in fandoms is when people make ocs or self inserts or 'x readers' being shipped with characters, but the oc/sona/reader is literally just another character from the source material.. its like youre shipping the characters but didnt want to admit it, so you made a kinsona and branded it as something else..

and its NEVER subtle, actually its super blatant every time and im always shocked when nobody points it out..

i have seen uncountable saiki k x readers where the description is like:

"saiki meets someone whose thoughts he cant read for the first time, and even though he doesnt trust her at first, she keeps proving that she is kind and has good intentions!" you mean nendo? reader is girl nendo?

"this time, he meets a girl whose thoughts honestly match up with her spoken words almost perfectly for the first time!" hairo. youre shipping saiki with girl hairo.

"saiki meets someone whose thoughts are too fast and jumbled to re-" ITS AKECHI, THATS AKECHI, ITS LITERALLY AKECHI.

"saiki meets someone whose just as immune to teruhashi as he is for the first and only tim-" this is hairo again, awe bae you secretly LOVE haisai ?!?

"saiki sees his old childhood friend for the first time in years after an incident caused them to be apart and then they fall in lov-" WHY DID YOU EVEN WRITE THIS AND NOT CALL IT SAIKECHI.

its even funnier when they say its like that characters little sister, but the way they write it is still literally just the character, like their personality, dialogue, even their relationship, is the same..

not all of them fit this exactly, but the ones that take a boy character and turn them into a girl oc to ship them with a boy, it reminds of how in equestria girls they couldnt make applejack and rarity endgame so they gave them boyfriends who looked IDENTICAL to each other.. thats what youre creating, guys, youre creating heterosexual rarijack.

[justaz]

big fan of klance being the best of friends circa s3-beginning of s4 and then having a falling out when keith joins the blade. so during their bff phase, they are attached at the hip and spend nights together in lance’s room (its completely platonic, they swear. so what if they wake up most mornings cuddled together? as long as they shift back before the other wakes it doesn’t count). they do facemasks and paint each other’s nails and talk about life before getting abducted into space and their dreams for the life they’ll build once they get back to earth. they sneak out at night and go swimming or train or try their hand at baking with alien ingredients. sometimes they don’t really do anything and will just sit in silence together while doing other things. keith will lay on lance’s bed and read while lance sits against the wall, their legs tangled together, and sews. anyways, they’re the best of friends, lance even made them matching friendship bracelets to prove it. when they go to planets, keith will go search in the market for charms to put on their bracelets while lance goes scouting for rocks to give keith for his rock collection.

i got carried away, my actual point is this: lance has this stim where he fiddles with the bracelet on his wrist while anxious/homesick and keith has this stim where he makes a loose fist and curls his pointer finger to brush it with his thumb (this is actually canon he does it in his little video diary on youtube). they both know of each other’s stim and take note of it so they know when to intervene and either comfort them or take their mind off it or even just insert themself into whatever issue has arisen to ease their burden. keith joins the blade and they have this falling out and don’t talk for a while (months for lance, years for keith since the whole space whale business) until keith comes back to the team and all that shit goes down and they head back to earth. things are different now between them as they’ve both changed since they last saw each other and they always seem just offbeat. until a problem arises and keith notices that instead of lance going for his bracelet to fiddle with it, he makes a loose fist and rubs his pointer finger with his thumb. keith is a little surprised until he notices the cool metal between his fingers and looks down to find himself fiddling with his bracelet

[relaxxattack]

every time someone calls moirallegience just an alien qpr i wilt a lil like YEAH thats more or less the CLOSEST human thing but its also Literally Not That. like a qpr is fundanmentally not romantic and thats not even going into moirails whole Actual Purpose of calming ppl down. its just. aughhhhh pisses me off i see the confusion but, as aformentioned, aughhhhh

OH MY GOD THIS HAS BEEN BOTHERING ME TOO.... but i don't want to get petty at the people in my notes always saying "moirails are QPRs!" because in some ways that is the closest human thing so it's hard to be mad...

i think there's definitely some overlap in some ways. but NOT because moirallegiance and qprs are the same at all really, but INSTEAD because both relationships can be outside of popular human norms.

you know... like any relationship.

like the only reason the two really have overlap is because they are both committed emotional partnerships that aren't required to involve sex? that should be true for all romance, even if it's not the norm right now.

they're both just romances* that are unconventional to human norms, which makes people view them as the same thing when they're not.

i think the REAL issue here is that humans insist on using human words to understand things that are just, fundamentally, alien. can't we just appreciate alien romance for being... alien romance?

no, moirallegiance is not platonic, it's romantic. it's just romantic in a way you don't understand, is all. that doesn't invalidate that romance.

*in generalization, most QPRs are not romantic, because they are made up of aroaces who are life partners in a non-romantic way. however i want to disagree with you that none of them are romantic, because that is up to the partners in question.

[themintman]

My opinions on some ships and characters 😼😼😼

Ill explain some stuff in the tags if yall are curious hehe ALSO IN THE REBLOGS. TUMBLR SILENCED ME 😔💔

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[dimensionwarp]

@somerandomdudelmao ‘s newest update MADE me draw this new outfit because. just look. hes so tiny. absolutely does not know the horrors waiting for him. so silly.

[sonknuxadow]

tbhhh. i know maria means a lot to shadow and and their relationship is an important aspect of his character and is the reason he does what he does in sa2. im not saying people should throw all that out the window. but. i dont like it when people make maria the sole motivation for every action he takes and every friendship he forms. because hes still his own person with his own thoughts and feelings separate from hers. you know.

[fremiinetistic]

Freminet and Collei have a complex dynamic to me. I feel like Freminet would envy her, she got to run away from the Fatui as a kid while his life in completely engraved with it, he cant escape it even if he tried, she got to. She has a family outside of the Fatui and a home. He doesnt have that. He hates how she angers him and how much he wishes to be her. Collei can never bring herself to fully trust him, hes a Fatui. He will always be a Fatui, and she hates them for what they did to her. She dislikes him for that, even as they become friends she still feels that deep hatered. Even if she becomes trusting of him theres still unsettling feeling in her chest constantly reminding her shes a fatui, no matter how matter how much she tries to push it away it is always there. They would never work romantically, as friends sure. Maybe in another universe where the Fatui doesn't exist they can be together. But not in this one.

They feel like the toxic relationship you'd have in middle school and never talk about again.

[sluckythewizard]

BUT IM NOT A WRITER. something strange possessed me to write my first proper fanfic in maybe a decade. be niceys to me but also grill me so i can get stronger. this one is a stupidly self indulgent bit between Soda and Emizel, a day or so after emizel was sired. CW for gore descriptions, but thats about it i think. image below is a snippet of the start. the rest of the whole dang thing will be under the cut. ive never posted fanfic ever in my life. read my tags for secret behind da scenes commentary

"Oh shit… I think hes dead…" It was another night, another patrol, another fight, and another win, for Emizel and Soda.

Under moonlight, under street light, under interwoven wires above, the two stood here in a quiet and damp alleyway. The air was drenched with the smell of a previous rain, and the puddles of said storm remain huddled in corners and pot holes.

One splashed as soda found himself stepping forwards into one. The residual adrenaline of the fight had left his body shaking, his heart still pounding, his wounds still throbbing. They had still won; or more-so, Emizel had won. A particularly nasty blow to the side had Soda reduced to the side lines for most of the fight, left to watch as his newly vampiric comrade had absolutely eviscerated the competition.

Emizel had only been turned a day ago, but it was impossible not to notice how it had changed him. He already acted so goddamn confident, so on top of the world, and this newfound power, newfound speed and strength, only built upon his insane ego.

The Fangs that they encountered here on this night stood no fucking chance. Emizel was too quick, too strong, and he easily chased off the rivals. It was only now, as the final unfortunate opponent had turned to flee, a clean clock in the jaw sent the human tumbling to the ground with a dull thump, and it did not move afterward.

Soda shifts his shoe out of the puddle, the cold seeping into his sock being one of the few things keeping his mind in his body in the moment. Is the guy breathing?

A low laugh bleeds from Emizel as he stretches his arms, licking his sharpened teeth as he stares off in the direction the remaining Fangs went. Soda knew that look on his face, the look of a tiger pondering on its next kill, he knew well that Emizel wanted to chase them.

But the guy on the ground.. It was one punch to the face, and the wicked crack sound that came from it had planted a seeding dread within Sodas chest.

As he steps forward, around the puddle, the resulting sound made Emizels attention click back over to Soda, the snap of his gaze making Soda flinch.

The two lock eyes, and Soda weakly gestures to the limp body on the floor. "The uh.. I think.. Is that guy dead?" He finally asks, having a hard time keeping contact with Emizels intensely red eyes.

Emizel turns his attention to said body, tilting his head as he goes to kick at the thing, turning it over. "Man no way hes dead, I punched him once." He mutters.

"Well, yeah, but his head almost twisted all the way around when you did.." Soda steps up to stand beside Emizel, the two boys standing with their hands in their pockets, down at this unfortunate, limp body.

"Should we hide it?" Soda asks, glancing back over at Emizel, who had.. An odd look on his face. He was clearly pondering something, but Soda could only guess whatever was going on in that brilliant head of his. He knew and trusted that Emizel was smart. If anyone could figure out what to do about this, it would be him.

But the lack of an answer had anxiety chewing at the back of Sodas rib cage, and after a second, he speaks up again, compelled to fill what he perceived as a tense silence. "Like.. I dunno, I've never uh... killed a guy..." He shrugs, prompting Emizel to let out a big sigh.

"He's not dead man, just out fuckin cold." Emizel kneels down next to the body, putting an ear up to its chest, and pondering on that for a moment. An uncertainty twists his expression, as he decides to instead place a hand on the victims throat, checking for a pulse. A moment passes, and seemingly finding nothing, he pulls back.

"Uh... Okay, so he might be dead."

Something about the confirmation from Emizel made a shiver run up Sodas spine. That, or maybe it was just the breeze agitating the cold water in his shoe.

"Huh… Damn.." Was all that Soda could really get to leave his mouth. Which was hardly a splash compared to the torrent that was slowly churning in his head. They just killed a guy. Or, Emizel just killed a guy. And it was so easy. They had to hide the body now, right? That was the usual progression here? Getting caught for murder was way more extreme than getting caught for breaking mailboxes with soda cans. It was so, so disturbingly easy. It really was just one punch. It's not like the Fangs are weak by any means, so just one punch? And this guy is dead? Forever?

Or, perhaps by human means, their rivals were fairly tough. But Emizel was on a whole other level. No mortal could stand up to him now...

"Hey, are you okay?"

The question had pulled Soda back from his head, his gaze flicking back over to Emizel, who was looking up at him with those eerie, piercing red eyes. Soda felt another shiver.

"Uh, ieah man, I'm all good." Soda nods, swallowing down whatever anxiety was bubbling up in his throat.

But Emizel didn't seem satisfied by his answer, standing back up and staring down his human comrade. Soda couldn't meet his eyes, his gaze instead traveling downward, and pausing on Emizels red, cut-up shirt. There was something off about the color, the way it seemed darker in some spots, brighter in others.. Wait, wasn't Emizel wearing a white shirt before all this?

The vampire boy seems to pick up on Sodas expression, following his eyes down to his shirt. "Oh, yeah! While you were on the floor, the knife guy got me a little" He says, a stupidly simple smile on his face. Soda was about to let out a laugh at how unbothered his friend seemed by it, but it gets caught in his throat when Emizel goes to pull his shirt up.

The sound of the bloodied fabric peeling away from skin made Sodas own skin crawl, but that wasn't nearly as bad as the sight of the intense gash running from his collar bone, down to his stomach.

"Oh, fuck dude!" Soda gasps, but Emizel laughs it off. Even despite knowing Emizel well, Soda was still surprised by just how much Emizel could shrug off. "Shit, doesn't that hurt, dude?"

"Oh yeah this fucking hurts!" he says with a laugh, his smile big and toothy and proud as he presents this egregious wound. Swollen and angry, pulsing with a slow heartbeat, and still oozing with thick, dark blood.

The sight of the split flesh, and the glints of bone beneath the dark, dark red all tugged at Sodas gag reflex, and yet he couldn't pull his eyes away. So Emizel's just been walking and talking so normally this whole time with his chest just cleaved wide open? Soda felt just as impressed as he felt horrified.

It wasn't until Emizel reaches down to poke at the abhorrent wound that Soda snaps out of it. Watching his friend press his fingers into the bloodied flesh, and slowly pulling it apart, allowing more ichor to seep from the gash, it was too much to watch at this point.

Soda reaches up to put a hand on Emizels wrist, the vampire boy stopping, and looking up at his friend.

Soda found himself freezing again when he locks eyes with Emizel. He was going to say something now, right? "U-uhm.." Is all he really chokes out, giving Emizels wrist a gentle tug. "D-do you. Uh. I suppose a hospital Isn't a place you can go anymore..?"

Emizel just smirks at that, letting Soda pull his hand away from the wound. "Oh, yeah no, but it's fine. I mean, I don't think it's gonna kill me" He shrugs. It was so, so impressive just how unphased Emizel was by all this. Fuck he's actually so cool.

"Well yeah man but it's like, still a bleeding hole. Like you're soaked in blood dude, I'm pretty sure that even a vampire needs that stuff on like, the inside." Soda rubs the back of his head, still unnerved by the sight of it all. "Vampires have like, super healing, don't they?"

"Oh yeah like, regeneration powers. I know I heal faster sometimes but I dunno how to just, activate it on command.." Emizel hums, his eyes narrowing down at his own injury, as if trying to will it into mending. Soda looks away, unable to watch that vile gash ooze any longer.

"I dunno man, how do they do it in like, video games?" Soda tosses the question out, trying to click together some sort of solution in his own head.

"Uhhh.. Huh, video games.." Emizel repeats to himself, chewing on the thought while idly poking at the laceration; until an idea audibly flickers to life in his head. "Oh, I just gotta refill my blood meter. Or whatever."

"Oooh yeah, blood meter!" Soda perks up, "Of course, see this is why you're the brains, man" Soda smiles, glancing back over to his cool friend, but immediately needing to look away again when the sight of that egregious gash tugs bile back into his throat.

While Soda averts his eyes, Emizels eyes wander back over to the body, and that classic 'Emizel has a bad idea' smile creeps across his face.

"Well, if this guys dead, I'm sure he's not gonna need all that blood.." He grins, kneeling down next to the body again.

The word 'wait' had hardly gotten the chance to crawl from Sodas mouth, before Emizel lifts up the arm of the unfortunate body, pulling the sleeve back, and immediately sinking his teeth into the exposed wrist.

The sound and the sight of blood gushing around Emizels teeth made Soda cringe, his hand impulsively coming up to aide his own wrist. An empathetic phantom pain made his wrist ache, his imagination simulating the feeling of shark teeth cutting into skin, sinking deep into the flesh, and clacking against bone. That was a lot of blood, that was streaming down the arm of this fodder.

A low growl bleeds from Emizel as he adjusts his teeth, cutting into more flesh, opening the wound further, and allowing a pulsing torrent of red to stream down his chin, onto his coat. It was an annoying thing, to clean blood out of clothing. Most of the Demons deemed it easier to just let the stains remain. But the night that Emizels throat was torn open, and liters upon liters were granted freedom from his human form, the unbelievable mess had practically changed half the color of Emizels iconic coat.

That was the first time Soda had ever seen that much blood from one person. And well. This would probably be the second.

The sight was unnerving, but it was impossible to look away. The alley was quiet, save for the distant bustle of a distant city, which made the noisy squish and squelch of teeth gnawing on flesh all the more apparent and nauseating.

Emizel had become a monster for sure, and watching it feed on something was… thrilling, in a way. It reminded Soda of feeding a pet spider, or lizard. A mouse for a snake.

It's a heavy thing to witness, the end of a human life. The fear of death is a primal thing, and Soda was no different from any other living thing. He figured everyone else feared death just as much as he does. Well, maybe except for Emizel, of course.

It made sense. Emizel was such a cocky and noisy kind of guy, but hes always had the power to back it up. Even when he lost, or seemed at his lowest, Soda still saw this sort of fire in him, one that Soda admired.

Of course Emizel would be the one to become something like a vampire. Something that Soda had always figured was just a fantasy creature thing. He wondered; if vampires were real, what else was real? Werewolves? Zombies? Unicorns? Are there real demons? Like from hell? Is hell real? Is he going to hell?

The sudden ttteeeeaaaaarrrr of flesh rips soda from his wandering thoughts. Emizel was tugging his head away from the arm of his kill, his teeth clamped down into the chewed meat, and pulling it apart. Soda had seldom seen so much of the inside of a human arm, and the sight of spilling threads and squirming veins was hardly something he ever wanted to stomach again.

"Oh fuck, dude, hey-" Soda steps forward, raising a hand, but the way Emizel snaps his head back over to him, twisting to an unnatural degree, Soda cant help jolting back.

Reddened teeth glint menacingly in the low light, a threatening growl thundering from its clenched, dripping jaws. Emizels eyes were focused, yet wild, glowing with whatever light they could reflect.

Sodas eyes were wide, and his body was frozen in the thick, electric tension within the air. It was like staring down an angry dog.. Suddenly a light bulb in his head flickers to life. It was kind of like an angry dog, right? One hunched over a meal it didn't want to give up. Memories of old encounters and unfortunate dog bites resurface in Sodas head, and with that experience, and with those lessons learned, he gathers the courage to react.

He shuts his eyes, keeping them closed for a few seconds, as he slowly pulls back his arm, and slowly steps back. It was an eye contact thing, wasn't it? Eye contact makes dogs angry, right? That was how you dealt with an angry dog? As he pulls back, and takes in a breath for composure, he finally dares to peek at the angry vampire before him again.

Its snarling had died down, but its eyes were still trained intently on Soda. After a tense, and agonizingly, slow pause... It blinks back, lowering its head back down to its meal, but keeping its anxious stare on this potential threat.

A relieved sigh falls from soda as the tension finally melts. He didnt realize he was holding in so much of his breath. "O-okay, man.. It's yours, you uh.. Earned it.." Soda mutters, stepping back further, until he was standing in a sufficiently dry enough space to sit down in. Now that he wasn't standing, he was finally taking into mind just how much his hands were shaking.

It's odd. Soda couldn't really describe this feeling thrumming in his chest as something like fear.. Nausea? For sure. Disturbed and rattled? Oh absolutely. This was certainly a sight he would have a hard time scrubbing from his eyelids when he sleeps tonight. But he wasn't scared. The memory of the night that Emizel was sired still coated the inside of his mind like an unwashable film. Even in that moment, when the unnatural teeth from the unnatural maw of an unnatural thing hovered over his throat, he couldn't say with confidence that he was scared.

Emizel really is his best friend in the world. And he knows with his whole heart that Emizel feels the same. He knew and trusted that his best friend would never hurt him. Not too badly at least. He loves Emizel, and would give anything to support him.

Like a mouse to a snake.

This really is an incredible power that his comrade had come across, and Soda especially felt a sort of pride in his friend. He felt it was worth it to help him feed it.

The bile in his throat had made its point, and Soda agreed, that watching someone die, and get torn apart and drained might be too much for him. Despite how much he hated the Fangs, the end of any human life seemed like such a jarring thing. To have such an intense fear finally get confronted. Would he go to hell?

Maybe he couldn't just feed people to his friend. So an alternative could be donated blood, right? Soda wouldn't mind giving up something like blood. His body makes it for free, after all. Maybe some other Demons would agree to give up some blood too. But they shouldn't have to take on such a burden. Soda wouldn't mind being the only one. The only one. The only one.

His hand comes up to rub at his neck, as his imagination conjures up what it might feel like to have teeth sink into his flesh. He's been stabbed before, is that sort of what it would feel like? Would he have to get stitches? He didn't really want to get stitches, so maybe there could be a more effective way to get the blood out of him. And there was so much vital stuff in his neck too. There's' a vein that's safe to cut into somewhere, right? He would have to look that up later.

A STARTLING RINGING;

Splits the moment,

Prompting both Soda and Emizel to jolt in shock,

As the phone in Emizels pocket rings away.

Acting as if nothing abnormal had taken place, Emizel pulls out his phone, and answers it.

"Heyy, Johnny! Yeah we chased em off, I don't think those bastards will be infesting this street again anytime soon. Yeah, ieah we'll be heading back soon. Oh fuck yeah dude, save us some!"

Emizel covers the speaker of his Nokia, turning back to Soda with a big smile on his violently bloodied face. "They got some pizza waiting for us back home, dude!" he whispers out to him.

Soda does his best to crack a smile, and to suppress the look of unease that probably stained his face, as he stares at the literal murder scene that's been splattered about in front of him.

"Oh, yeah, hell yeah man.." He swallows down the bile again. "What kind of uh.. Soda did they get?"

Emizel ponders that, before turning back to the phone to ask Sodas question.

"Sprite and a big pack of that one strawberry mountain dew" Emizel tosses the answer back over to Soda, who gives a nod, and thumbs up.

Mountain dew is so neat, Soda really liked all the wacky flavors those guys come up with. The thought of going home and opening a can of soda was certainly a comfort. After witnessing all this blood and gore and viscera, Soda absolutely needed to get back home and get a nice cold glass of something bright red .

As Sodas mind wanders off to soda, Emizel wraps up the conversation on the phone, before hanging up, and standing up.

The movement had pulled Sodas mind back into the moment, enough for him to timidly voice a concern he's had since the start of this debacle.

"Uh, hey, so.. The body, should we… Uh.." He gestures vaguely to it, and Emizel grants it a nonchalant glance.

"Eh, I can toss it into a dumpster or something, I dunno. I'm sure its fine. I'll handle it."

The vampire boy goes to pick up the corpse, the wound in its mangled arm no longer even dripping with blood, the flesh pale from the absolute absence of red in its veins.

"Go ahead and meet me by that one mailbox, the one with the bullet hole in it." Emizel casually instructs, tossing the drained body over his shoulder. "I'll catch up."

"Uh, yeah, okay.." Soda musters up a nod, and the strength to rise back up to his feet, wincing as that bruise on his side makes itself loudly known again. He still felt anxious, but even despite it all, he knew he could trust Emizel to take care of things. He always does. "Just stay safe man, I'll see you there." Soda assures with a smile, and Emizel matches it, tossing him a wink. And then suddenly- -He's gone! If Soda had blinked he would've missed it, but he was fortunate enough to just barely catch the glimpse of Emizel darting off at an inhuman speed, probably looking for a place to dump the body. Right, he would take care of it. Emizel always makes sure his crew is taken care of. Well... Guess all that's left for Soda is for him to walk back to that meeting spot. He looks around the alley for a moment, taking in the sight of that enormous pool of blood in the middle of the concrete. Or whatever the floor of this alley is made from. He ponders on the present moment a little longer than he meant to, the shock of it all leaving him aimless for just a few, soothing moments of just, decompression. The night is quiet, vast, and cold, but the stresses of just the past 5 hours had left his body radiating with fiery aches and pains, so the chill of the occasional clawing breeze was welcomed. Except for when said breeze agitated the cold water still soaked into his sock. He should step in another puddle on his way back to even it out. The smell of rain still rested heavy in the air, heralding another storm on the horizon. There was that, and then, well, there was also the blood. The stench of it felt far too intense to just ignore it, the metallic miasma making itself maliciously unmistakable. Maybe the impending storm will wash this mess away... He looked forward to putting this unfortunate night behind him. With one last rattled, but deep breath, he stuffs his hands in his pockets, and turns away, strolling back over to the mailbox that Emizel had described.

He couldn't wait to get home and drink some soda with his friends.

[scarameownya]

ngl i feel very lowkey kinda uncomfy when ppl ask what gender my character is even tho i listed their pronouns and such

but on another part im like-- omg i drew them gender neutral enough ppl got confuse thats a compliment to me specifically

[butchviking]

if someone said some shit like "i love being butch i love that i dont have to shave or wear makeup or conform to femininity" and someone was like "um. you don't have to be butch to do any of that" and they were like "yeah but you will be punished for nonconformity as a woman so its freeing to me to have an identity that reminds me i dont have to be what im expected to be and i can have a community that accepts me for that" i think radblr would be like yeah fair enough.

so explain why i always see this with some snarky comments attached

[skitskatdacat63]

I owe hoyo my life for adding new poses to photo mode oh my god.

[medicallista]

I really hate how I've gone from avidly recommending Your Throne to telling people who ask about it to not bother or only read to a certain point or only read certain chapters if they just want psydea