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Lust we both share

◆Vampire!Seonghwa◆

TW: cursing, blood, suggestive

◆Read this before reading this one or else it won't make much sense, trust me◆

Word count: 6,1k

A/N: I have no idea what to call this lol, a drabble? I really don't know, but I swear to God ever since I've written that request for Halloween (@seonghwasbobaeyes repectfully this is your fault haha, so uhm, I hope you enjoy the short part 2?) this Seonghwa has been plaguing my mind and yesterday I decided, why not, I'll write some more and see what happens lol. I might write one more part like this one, short since I don't want to turn it into a full story. Lol, I hope y'all enjoy it! Feedback is appreciated!

1. Moroi-are born vampires, imbued with the magic to have power over the elements;

2. Dhampir-are half-human, half-vampires who are born to protect the Moroi. Don't have elemental magic, but have enhanced strength and senses making them the strongest protection against the Strigoi;

3. Strigoi- are the type of vampires that one would expect from an old horror classic

           Everything went back to normal after we returned from the one-week long test. Seonghwa continued being his usual self, arrogant, and awfully annoying. And I continued ignoring him as best as I could and making fun of his existence behind his back. Seeing him everywhere I went suddenly became even more infuriating compared to before the whole test, and I couldn’t decide whether I was paying more attention to Seonghwa now or if he was everywhere on purpose. His words held an unsaid promise, ‘One or two won’t, indeed’, and I couldn’t help but feel on edge almost all the time. For some unexplainable reason, I expected him to show up in the middle of the night and suck my blood dry, leaving me dead in my own bed, only to be found in the morning when Seonghwa has already had time to flee and cover his tracks. It didn’t help that I started having nightmares too with him showing up when I least expected it, when my guard was down, his eyes crimson red and face smeared with blood, face oddly pale. It looked like Seonghwa, yet at the same time it didn’t. He didn’t look like his usual self in the nightmares, and sometimes it made me ponder that, perhaps, I wasn’t seeing the Seonghwa I knew. The moroi Seonghwa, but a strigoi turned Seonghwa. That thought didn’t sit well with me and it also scared me. When did I start caring about his safety? Was that one week spent with him long enough to mess with the chemistry of my brain? Or was this the doing of his vampire venom? Was I already addicted? Was my body craving for more? I couldn’t decide, nor quite understand my own thoughts and wants, and that scared me. It’s not like I could go and talk to Kazuha about it, a moroi drinking from a dhampir was strictly forbidden, and no matter how tight and close our friendship with Kazuha was, I knew she’d snitch on me to the Principal the second she was out of my sight. I knew she loved me, but she followed the rules quite strictly and anything which went against them and she caught whiff of it would be reported immediately. And besides, I just simply couldn’t talk about it. A dhampir offering up their blood willingly was…something like prostitution. I would be called a blood-whore. Everyone would look down on me and cast me out. I wasn’t afraid of being on my own, but I couldn’t allow such thing happening in my last year at the Academy, right before graduation on top of it all. Three more months and I would be free. Three more months and I wouldn’t have to see Seonghwa’s face ever again. Or that’s what I thought.

As I walked down the fancy corridor, headed towards the Principal’s office, all kinds of thoughts ran through my mind. Perhaps he found out I was the one who pulled that prank yesterday in hand-to-hand combat class. Or perhaps Jennie finally told on me to the Principal that I always pick on her. Or perhaps someone spread another obnoxious rumor about me. Or perhaps…everything was fucked because the Principal somehow found out what Seonghwa and I had done while we were away. Did Seonghwa have it in him to tell anyone about it? I knew he liked to boast about anything he could, but this…this thing was serious. It would ruin my life, but it could taint his own reputation too. He wouldn’t say anything about it, right?

I sighed and stopped abruptly in front of the Principal’s office; door wide open. Great, I couldn’t even collect my thoughts before I stepped inside. He was a moroi, so he has already heard me approaching, he swiftly glanced up and beckoned me inside. I tried to remain calm, aware that he could hear my heartbeat and would instantly pick up on it. I didn’t want to give myself away if perhaps I wasn’t called here for facing the repercussions of my actions.

“Good evening, Miss Lee.” The Principal said with a smile and I nodded, sitting down across from him. His desk was huge and made of oak, it looked extremely expensive, but when the Academy had good funds, I guess he could afford it, “How have you been? Haven’t had to call you to the office in quite a while.”

I chuckled, rubbing my hands together to distract myself, suddenly my heartbeat picking up. Don’t panic, he seems to be in a good mood, “I have been behaving, Mr. Yoon. I’m doing quite fine lately, stressed about the graduation.”

The Principal hummed, rubbing his chin as if he was confused, “Good thing you brought that up. It’s why I called you here to talk.”

Fuck, what about it? I cleared my throat and my body suddenly tensed, but I leaned back in the chair, trying to look nonchalant about it.

“You know Park Seonghwa—it would be hard no to—” The Principal’s eyebrows suddenly rose as my heart somersaulted, and I cursed myself for reacting so quickly. I cleared my throat and looked away embarrassed, avoiding eye contact as the man grinned at me. Why was he bringing Seonghwa up? Did he know? Did he somehow find out? Did Seonghwa tell him?, “I see hearing his voice alone makes you quite—angry.”

For someone who could hear my heartbeat and pick up on body language, the Principal misread my reaction quite badly. It made me chuckle as I tried acting like I was angry, since that’s what the Principal thought I was feeling like, “Yes, well, everyone knows how I feel about Seonghwa.”

“Indeed,” The Principal chuckled and quickly became serious soon after, “well, you might have to work on your differences with Mr. Park, because he requested for you to be his guardian after graduation—”

“What?!” I nothing but shouted as I sprung up to my feet, feeling angry for real now, mouth hanging open, “He did what?!”

The Principal only looked amused as he stared at me, waiting for me to sit down, but I couldn’t. My blood was boiling and my muscles were tense, I couldn’t sit still. So, I walked behind the chair and started pacing up and down, chewing on my lower lip as the Principal chuckled again, way too amused by my dismay.

“I see you left a deep impression on him during that one week of testing, Miss Lee, it’s impressive.” The Principal started, face coated in surprise, “He came in very determined and confident today, formular about his request in his hands and already completed. He even kept a long speech about how serious you were about your duties and how safe he felt with you, never having to look over his shoulder or fear for his life. Everyone knows you’re an exceptional student at the Academy, Miss Lee, even if a little bit mischievous, but Mr. Park’s words were a rather pleasant surprise. I’m very pleased to see you evolve into a mature and responsible dhampir, and I can’t wait to forward the request to the Queen—”

“No!” I exclaimed, looking at the Principal wide-eyed, “What—what if I refuse his request?”

“You know you can’t do that.” The Principal reminded me of the protocol, I knew that, but I really didn’t want to become Seonghwa’s guardian. Spending one week with him was one thing, but spending who knows how many years with him would be pure torture, “At least not until you have guarded him for five years. After that you’re free to decide whether you want to continue guarding him or change to someone else.”

“Can’t I decide right now that I don’t want to guard him for the next five years, Mr. Yoon?” I asked defeated, closing my eyes and running my hands through my hair. This was really bad. It didn’t help that my hair was all knotted up from the wind and I pulled on the tangled strands painfully with my fingers, adding only fuel to my anger. I really couldn’t deal with anything right now.

“I’m afraid not, Miss Lee,” The Principal chuckled as if I had said the joke of the year, “Thank you for coming tonight, though, a special request like this hasn’t been done in decades at our Academy. The Queen will certainly be proud of you, there’s few female dhampirs and to have you so talented and dedicated is indeed something to be proud of.”

I couldn’t care less about the Queen and what she thought about me, this was horrible. Suddenly, I didn’t want to graduate anymore, “Am I dismissed?”

“Of course, go enjoy your night, Miss Lee—” I turned and basically sprinted towards the door, but the Principal called out, “Not too much, though, I know about the party!”

That was least of my problems right now as I stormed down the hallways, headed for my shared dorm with Kazuha. Perhaps getting called to the Principal’s office for misbehaving suddenly sounded so much better than for what I got called in just right now. I couldn’t believe Seonghwa followed through with his words just because I let him taste my sweet blood. God, I am such an idiot, if I never allowed him to drink from me this would’ve never happened. I did this to myself, and I couldn’t help but feel desperation crawl all over my body and rage fill my veins as I saw red, Seonghwa’s name like a chant echoing through my mind, wishing for nothing more than to put a dagger through his heart.

            Kazuha wasn’t in our room when I had returned, which made my state worsen as I threw everything off my desk, screaming and punching my least favorite pillow for five minutes straight. I wasn’t always good at managing my anger, that’s why I was so good at training classes. I channeled all the pent-up rage and frustration into fighting, beating everyone, even the largest and strongest dhampirs at our Academy. Despite wanting to scream for longer, our next-door neighbor banged on the shared wall and shouted for me to shut up and go for a walk, making me scream back a fuck you, before I stormed inside the bathroom and took a cold shower, wallowing in nothing but despair as I refused to cry. I wouldn’t cry about something like this, all I had to do was find a way to sabotage myself of being Seonghwa’s guardian, but not the point that I wouldn’t be able to guard anyone else. Perhaps if I incriminate him with something forbidden I could get rid of him, but these thoughts were currently pushed to the back of my mind as Kazuha and I were huddled together in a quieter corner of the room, with me retelling everything the Principal has said. She was tipsy, but she paid close attention, her eyes wide and mouth open as she ignored a guy who tried pulling her towards the drinks table. I cast him a glare before he hurried off, sending me nasty looks that I didn’t bother to care about.

“Are you serious about Seonghwa wanting you to be his guardian?” Kazuha repeated for the third time, and frankly, I was getting fed up.

“Yes! If you ask once more, I swear to God, I will punch you.” I threatened and Kazuha laughed.

“I’m just too shocked to accept reality—and perhaps tipsy too, but—this sounds like a nightmare for you, Y/N, I’m really sorry.” She said with a pout and patted my arm, feeling sympathetic for me. I scoffed and crossed my arms, my grip around the red cup tightening.

“Sounds like a nightmare for me? Doesn’t it for everyone?!” I exclaimed, but it went unnoticed as the music was blasting through the speakers loudly and everyone around us was busy with whatever they were doing.

“I hate to break it to you, sweetie, but the other dhampirs at our Academy would kill to get to be Seonghwa’s guardian. He’s filthy rich and will most likely inherit his father’s business, meaning you won’t ever have to overwork yourself as he will sit in a fucking office chair, doing nothing all day long. And on top of that, his family doesn’t live in a moroi community, so you won’t have to worry about seeing a strigoi too often, Y/N, you quite literally hit the jackpot with him.” Kazuha’s voice sounded slightly tinged with jealousy, but I knew it was the alcohol making her feel like that, “Imagine if you got paired up with San, who likes hiking, and lives in a remote area somewhere in the mountains! Y/N, that’s literally where nests of strigois live, I’d rather die than spend the next five years with San—or Wooyoung, for that matter! Jesus, that guy never shuts up—”

“Speaking of the devil!” I groaned as Wooyoung bounced over, two red cups in his hands.

“Here you two were!” Kazuha and I turned to look at Wooyoung quite unimpressed, his mouth pulled into a lazy smile, quite obvious that he was drunk off his ass.

“Wooyoung, I told you to leave me alone—” Kazuha started, but Wooyoung pressed one cup against her lips, making her cringe away from the strong smell of whatever alcohol he had mixed in there.

“Baby, did you forget about our bet?” Suddenly, Wooyoung’s lips pulled up into a smirk and a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes. I looked at Kazuha with a questioning glance, having not heard of this up until now. Kazuha looked uncomfortable for a second as she glanced back at me and then sighed.

“Fine, lead the way.” She muttered, but thanks to Wooyoung’s heightened senses, he heard her and chuckled, turning around to lead the way to wherever they were headed. I raised my eyebrows at Kazuha as she glanced back at me with a pout, but she only shook her head, meaning that she’d explain later. I watched as my best friend walked off with the moroi she had to protect during the week of testing, her shoulders pulled back and strut straight, signs of her tipsiness all gone. I shook my head and downed the rest of my drink, needing a refill immediately. I had to stop thinking about Seonghwa and the request.

            After some dancing and chit chatting with other dhampirs from my classes, somehow, I found myself involved into a truth or dare game. Ten of us sat in a circle and spun the bottle, daring each other stupid and outrageous things, hollering with laughter whenever someone said or did something stupid. I was positively drunk by now, but I was aware of what was happening around me and to me. It’s why I decided to be the boring one for the first time while playing this game, and opted to only take truths. My hyper senses were dim due to the alcohol, and it was hard to keep up with everyone around me, not as alert as I usually would be. It’s why I didn’t notice Seonghwa sneaking up behind me as I had stood up, ass numb from sitting for so long, stretching out my legs. The question I had to answer was, “Have you ever done something forbidden, and if yes, what was it?”

“Forbidden as in—school level forbidden or—by law forbidden?” I asked with a smirk and the guy who asked me previously shouted out that ‘law forbidden’. I hummed and shrugged, pretending to think about it for a moment.

“Nope, I might do stupid shit but I’m not that dumb—” The chuckle got caught in my throat as an arm sneaked around my middle and a chest was pressed against my back. I didn’t have time to freeze or to even throw the other person over my shoulder before a hot breath hit my neck, cold lips pressing lightly against my ear.

“Are you sure about that, love?” My body went rigid, breath catching in my throat. After Seonghwa drank my blood we haven’t spoken as I did everything I could to avoid him, and he seemed fine with that, not particularly fond of spending his time with me.

“Get off.” I snapped and wrestled myself out of his iron grip, heart beating franticly and throat dry all of a sudden. Silence settled upon the group I was playing with as they watched us curiously, expecting a fight as it often happened when Seonghwa and I talked to each other. He seemed so smug as he stared me down, pink hair slicked back, and white shirt unbuttoned until the middle of his chest, showing off his milky and flawless skin. I scowled at him, fighting the urge of punching the smirk off his face.

“Playing without me?” He suddenly addressed the group, looking at them boredly. I rolled my eyes and collected my cardigan from where I had been sitting, wearing it as I had no intention of continuing playing the game with Seonghwa here. With the alcohol in my system nobody could stop me from beating his ass up.

“Wanna join?” Someone very drunk called out from the group and Seonghwa shrugged one shoulder, not looking too interested as his eyes fell back on me.

“Leaving so soon?” He asked, taking in my attire as his eyes ran up and down my body. Despite being fully covered and dressed, I was wearing black jeans, a black crop top and now the velvety cardigan, I felt exposed under his gaze. I could’ve sworn his eyes flashed crimson for a second, but perhaps it was a trick of the party lights around us.

“I’m not in the mood to see your face tonight, Seonghwa—”

“Pity,” He hummed, fake pouting, “I really wanted to run over some clauses our contract will contain once we both graduate—”

“Fuck you, Seonghwa,” My blood was boiling again, and thanks to the alcohol, I found myself all up in his face, glaring up at him furiously, “I will do anything I can to stop it from happening.”

Seonghwa’s eyes slightly narrowed, his icy long fingers suddenly wrapped around my wrist. Why was he so cold? And why did the corner of his lips look slightly red? Like something was smudged. Did he—just come back from feeding? The sudden tinge of my cheeks made me curse myself, and I hated how my heart picked up just from the thought of it. I felt dirty.

“That’s a pity, Y/N, my mother already spoke to the Queen about it, and she was delighted to hear such amazing news.” My jaw clenched and I yanked my wrist out of his grip, storming past him as our shoulders crashed together, leaving me fuming.

            I did everything I could to avoid Seonghwa at the party, and so, that led me to dancing almost the whole time. I was feeling the music and the vibes as I moved to the beat of the music, even found some random dhampir to make out with. As long as we didn’t do anything stupid, it was fine. A dhampir shouldn’t mingle with a dhampir, but we were only enjoying ourselves, it wasn’t anything serious. But I started feeling tired after a while and decided to take a breather. I sauntered over to the bathroom to freshen up a little bit, only to talk to myself in the mirror when I saw my reflection. Drunk me was rather funny as I scolded myself for drinking too much, suddenly remembering that I hadn’t seen Kazuha since she walked off with Wooyoung. Did they even come back? Finding her became my next mission, and so I was walking around the place, looking for my best friend. My head was spinning and if I wanted to see the people’s faces clearly I had to lean in very close, getting weird looks and glares as I did so. Turns out finding Kazuha was harder than I thought. Then, I realized that I should probably peek inside some rooms around the place where the party was held, we were on the side of the campus which wasn’t used anymore. But my plan might’ve not been the smartest idea as I saw some unwanted things, but still no sight of Kazuha. There was one more room I had to check before I would head back to the party, and when I pushed the door open, I realized it must’ve once been a study room as it held three desks and chairs, the room coated in darkness. There was nobody inside. But before I could walk away, I was pushed forward and I stumbled inside the room, almost losing my footing as I gripped onto the chair, startled. I gasped and turned around sharply, having to squeeze my eyes shut for a few seconds from how badly my head started thumping. The person inside didn’t turn on the lights, and as I opened my eyes, I took in the man standing in front of me. I could see well in the dark, and I could recognize that silhouette anywhere. I groaned as I went to push Seonghwa out of the way and walk out the small room, but his arm shoot out, making me run into it. I threw him a glare, but he just looked down at me with an unreadable expression on his face.

“What are you doing?” I snapped, jaw clenching as Seonghwa leaned to the left, where his hand was, and narrowed his eyes at me.

“I saw you wandering around mindlessly—”

“I wasn’t wandering around mindlessly,” I scoffed, “I’m looking for Kazuha.”

“She’s busy with Wooyoung, no need to look for her.” Seonghwa said nonchalantly and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Do you know what’s happening?” I asked accusingly and he shrugged, removing his hand from the wall and blocking my path with his body now.

“They are probably fucking, love, that’s what’s happening.” My face pulled up into disgust. I desperately hoped the bet didn’t have to do anything with that outcome.

“Great, you can fuck off then.” I muttered with a fake smile, but when I tried sidestepping Seonghwa, he blocked my path again.

“Not so fast, Y/N, we have some catching up to do.” Seonghwa said with a smirk, stepping closer, making me step back. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at him, feeling unsure all of a sudden. What did he want? Why was he here?

“No, we don’t.” My voice was firm, but Seonghwa just chuckled as he reached out for me, holding me by the waist as he pulled me into his body. The breath caught in my throat as his body heat warmed me up, his sweet scent intoxicating. His eyes were rimmed with eyeliner and I gulped as they flashed crimson, red swirling in his irises. Could he…want something from me? At that thought my heartbeat picked up and Seonghwa inhaled deeply, closing his eyes momentarily, flustering me. His plush lips parted, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were a deep red, almost glowing in the darkness. I didn’t feel scared, even though I should’ve as his features turned hungry, menacing even.

“You smell so fucking sweet it makes me lose my mind.” He let out a long breath, leaning down and nuzzling his nose against my neck. I grew stiff, mouth parting as my breathing picked up, memories of that night returning. Seonghwa said nothing else as his hot breath fanned my neck, covering my skin in goosebumps as I gripped his bicep with my right hand.

“I don’t—you can’t—” I didn’t know what I wanted to say, I didn’t know what to do. My body felt hot and electrified by Seonghwa’s proximity, yearning for something more. But we couldn’t let that happen again. It was a mistake the first time too. Seonghwa hummed in understanding, perhaps thoughts straying in the same direction as mine, and instead, I felt his warm lips press feather like kisses up to my jaw. My grip tightened around his bicep as he pulled his head back, staring into my eyes as his own flashed between red and their usual brown.

“I know we can’t.” He whispered and then perhaps we both moved at the same time, but our lips were pressing against each other as I leaned up on my tiptoes, Seonghwa’s head ducked down to reach my height. My arms wrapped around his neck and his hands around my middle as he pulled me into himself, mouths hungry as they moved against each other passionately. I couldn’t help but breathe in his scent, nose pressed against his cheek as Seonghwa’s lips pressed bruisingly against mine, eager for more. He walked me backwards until my legs hit the desk and I was climbing up on it, Seonghwa’s hands guiding me. His hands gripped my cheeks and fingers dug into my skin painfully as he sucked on my lower lip, making me hiss when he wouldn’t release it. He was trying to draw blood and I yanked my head back, glaring at him. He stood between my legs and one of my finger’s hooked against his belt as Seonghwa pressed closer, lean body pushing against mine. He tilted my head back, biting my earlobe and slowly kissing down from there to my collarbone, making me let out long sighs, my grip on his hip tightening when he sucked harder on the juncture between my neck and shoulder, finding my sweet spot. I moaned quietly as Seonghwa’s tongue licked at the mark, his teeth suddenly biting down against my skin. I jumped and body tensed in reaction, ready to fling him off myself, but his fangs never shirked and no pain followed. He was probably fighting against his own urges, trying to control himself. I pulled his head back and Seonghwa’s jaw was clenched as we stared at each other, his breathing ragged as he looked like he hadn’t drunk blood in years. It didn’t bring as much dread as I expected it to, but my heartbeat picked up again and Seonghwa quickly crashed his lips against mine, kissing me hungrily as his tongue pushed past my lips and I sucked on it, making Seonghwa moan into my mouth, sending an electric shock through my body. I pulled his body closer as our tongues danced together, lapping at each other’s mouths, Seonghwa’s body just as affected by our actions as mine as my hand briefly brushed against his semi-hard on. I kissed him back more eagerly, more messily, making Seonghwa groan into my mouth as suddenly his hand was gripping my neck firmly, pushing me backwards. I allowed him to do so, my back arching as his free hand was placed on the small of my back, flushing our lower bodies together. My hips moved on its own as heat pooled up in my lower stomach, needing some friction as Seonghwa groaned, his own hips grinding down against mine, making me grip onto his pink locks tightly as he sucked on my lower lip harshly again.

“You have to stop doing that—” I panted out, words cut off as Seonghwa ground against me again, harsher this time. These clothes on us were getting frustrating and I felt Seonghwa’s grip on my throat tighten as I went to undo his belt.

“Not tonight,” He choked out, gripping my wrist harshly, making me hiss. But I didn’t listen to him as I palmed him through his pants, his grip around my neck close to cutting off my air, perhaps that would bruise by tomorrow, “Not tonight, love, I’m on the brink of losing control.”

My jaw was clenched as I allowed Seonghwa to take my hand away and pin it against the table, “Fuck, I hate you. Why would you start something you can’t finish—”

“If you want me to suck you dry while I fuck your brains out, then by all means, Y/N, let’s keep going.” His voice was hard as he snapped and I finally opened my eyes, looking up into his crimson red ones. I didn’t think his eyes could darken anymore further, but the look on his face made fear root deep into my bones. My senses kicked in, and suddenly, my hand was around his wrist which was holding my neck, muscles tense as I calculated the best way to free myself without doing much damage to him. Seonghwa sensed my change in demeanor and loosened his grip on me, but still didn’t let go.

“I don’t plan on killing you, you can relax.”

“Yeah, well it doesn’t feel like it right now.” I snapped, eyes narrowed as Seonghwa chuckled and the grip from my neck disappeared as he instead held my chin with his thumb and forefinger, raising my chin up. He stared down at me with a smirk, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“Despite your body sensing danger you’re still here in my arms, enjoying whatever I’m doing to you, don’t you?” I couldn’t help but glare at him and slap his hand away, head clearing enough to realize I was just about to have sex with Seonghwa had he not stopped us. I felt even more hatred towards him as I yanked my other hand out from underneath his as pushed him back by his chest, but Seonghwa didn’t budge. How was I weaker than him? That was impossible. Seonghwa just chuckled and leaned down, resting his hands on both sides of my knees.

“I like to play the damsel in distress, love, but it doesn’t mean I’m actually one.” His words were mocking, and suddenly, I realized I had no idea who Seonghwa was. Well, who the real Seonghwa was. I gulped as I watched him reach out and pull a strand of hair behind my ear, tilting my head up as he leaned down and pressed a long kiss against my lips. I didn’t react at first, but when he deepened it, my mouth opened automatically and I was back to making out with him, the pace a lot slower this time and more sensual. My heart was racing and body jittery all over again, but this kiss didn’t last for long as he suddenly pulled back, eyebrows furrowed.

“Why did you let me drink your blood?” He suddenly whispered; voice strained. I gulped, but my mouth felt dry as I realized I didn’t have a real reason other than a very dumb one.

“I—I was curious—” When Seonghwa’s eyes opened, I felt ashamed of myself, “I was curious of what it felt like.”

Despite expecting him to call me names, his jaw just clenched and his eyes flashed red again, “I should have known better. We made a mistake, Y/N, I—I can’t feed off of humans like before anymore. Their blood isn’t enough—the taste, it’s terrible.”

My eyes widened as I gaped at Seonghwa, trying to understand what this meant. But I really couldn’t, I didn’t know how morois worked, I didn’t know what would happen next or what he was supposed to do to fix the situation. Despite knowing better, the words tumbled out of my mouth before I could think more, much like last time, “Are you hungry?”

Seonghwa froze for a second before he nodded his head rigidly, jaw clenching as his eyes fell onto my neck, “Starved.”

My breath caught in my throat and our eyes connected as I chewed on my bottom lip, body flaming at the memory of what his bite felt like. My mind was suddenly silenced and all I could think about was the feeling of his fangs as they started sucking my blood, making me gasp. I couldn’t be already addicted to his venom; it would be too soon. But was it possible that Seonghwa would get addicted to my blood? I’ve never read about such thing before. As Seonghwa let out a long sigh I pushed my hair behind my shoulders, and bared my neck for him. He huffed, but his finger ran along my skin, his eyes seemingly mesmerized by the action.

“Seonghwa—” His name came out in a throaty breath and before we could think more, his mouth parted and his fangs poked through, head leaning closer and closer to my neck. My body tensed when his breath hit my skin and I leaned my head further back as he pressed a soft kiss against my skin, much like last time, teeth clamping down on my skin, fangs pushing deep inside my flesh. I yelped and my grip on the table tightened until my knuckles turned white as the pain lasted longer this time, Seonghwa took his time before he started sucking, before his venom spread through my bloodstream. His cold fangs felt very uncomfortable and I whined as my neck went numb, on the verge of asking him to stop, but then suddenly, I felt him sucking on my blood, a hand coming up to hold the side of my face. Seonghwa moaned loudly when my blood entered his system and I sighed as suddenly my head felt fuzzy and mind empty, jitters all over my body as goosebumps covered my skin. The warmth was back in my body, heath pooling in my stomach, as Seonghwa drank more, pushing his fangs even down deeper, making my mouth open in a silent mewl, feeling like his fangs touched a nerve as pleasure exploded in my body, vision blurred and eyelids heavy as my brain felt fogged up. If it weren’t for Seonghwa holding my head, it would’ve fallen back, and his grip tightened when suddenly my body softened, momentarily having lost feeling of all of my muscles, dark spots covering my vision. He was drinking too much, my body wouldn’t hold on for too long as I went numb against him, unable to speak or pull away. But Seonghwa knew what he was doing and suddenly stopped, fangs still in my muscle, breathing hard against my skin. My head started spinning even worse than before as the dark spots very slowly cleared, and I hissed as he pulled back, cold fangs disappearing from my skin as his eyes glowed a light red in the darkness as he shook my head lightly.

“I’m—here.” I muttered, gulping multiple times, letting out a shaky breath as my body regained feeling, muscles tensing all of a sudden, brain on high alert as it pushed away the euphoric feeling. The crash from the high was worse this time as I felt nausea pool in my stomach and I gagged, slapping a hand against my mouth.

“Are you alright?” Seonghwa asked alarmed and I took a deep breath, fighting the urge of throwing up. I probably needed water. I have drank too much alcohol. I nodded wordlessly as Seonghwa helped me off the table, but supported my weight, “Alright, I’ll take you back to your dorm.”

“I can go on my own.” I muttered as my head spun harshly, forcing me to take deep breaths.

“No, you can’t.” Seonghwa rolled his eyes and suddenly I was up in the air and then secured in his arms, held bridal style. My eyebrows furrowed as I threw him a glare, but Seonghwa ignored me as he went to open the door, “I can’t decide if you’re about to fain or throw up, you clearly can’t walk.”

“You took too much this time.” I whispered as he hurried down the hallway, his longs legs allowing him to take long strides.

“I stopped in time.” Seonghwa’s jaw was clenched as he briefly glanced down at me, but I just shook my head.

“You still took too much.”

“The marks will be gone by noon.” He changed the subject as he walked out onto the courtyard, the crisp air of the early morning was refreshing and I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath.

“You have to fix your problem, because this won’t happen ever again.” I hoped Seonghwa understood, he had to. He could kill me anytime by accident. Or I could get addicted and then my whole life would be ruined. Or someone could find out and we’d be fucked, me, especially.

“I know, it won’t happen again.” Seonghwa was serious for once and we shared eye contact briefly before my body suddenly felt too exhausted, tried to even keep my eyes open as whispers of how this was a huge mistake lulled me a to dreamless and restless sleep.

Dread filled me as a voice whispered in my head that this wouldn’t be the last time this happened.

Masterlist (divider)

[chibiwoooo]

REPECTFULLY I would like Megan Thee Stallion to slap me...

[doodle-pops]

Baby, I leave for 2 seconds, and I find that you fantasise about the most ridiculous characters. Why? I-- just, why? I thought you fucked elves (Eru and Balrogs at some point), but turns out you like trees??? Darling, may I suggest a sex therapist? Or in general, ThErApY???????

Repectfully and curiously, is this satire😅??? Because at this point I can't tell anymore with the way all the 'simp for different creatures' asks/anons are persistent.

I can't even tell if people are aware when I seriously say 'I'm not interested' because some of y'all sound like you believe it's the opposite.

[mediocremelatonin235]

Ships I do like in TWST

I don’t like being a negative Nancy in fandom spaces so these are ships in TWST I do like

Disclaimer: Some are rairpairs even in the JP side of the fandom.

1. Silver x Kalim : 9/10 listen I am a sucker for the low energy x high energy ships where one person talks and the other listens ( also considering they are in the same year and being some sort of royal status they share something in common) not to mention the cute hc that silver sleeps on Kalim’ lap lmao.

2) Jamil x Azul: 9.3/10 Listen Azul looking pathetic and Jamil finds it endearing plain and simple now I will admit this ship was an acquired taste for me when I first joined the fandom but I love it.

3) Trey x Cater: 8/10 repectfully angsty and feels like a bowl of warm oatmeal for breakfast ( and considering they are the only third years in Heartslaybul they feel like uncles)

4) Divus Crewel x Sam: 9.5/10 Listen hear me out—- they are both buisness savvy and very determined people plus they compliment each other well

[manallandall]

Lot-ghier'j

Ib’nfashul (Disappearing footprints).

Her name is Tillae, but that is too hard to type so I will call this “character” telli, but that spelling is too childish so it’s going to morph into something more like “Tille” (BUT, you have to remember to say the ‘e’ as ‘ee’ and I don’t trust you (audience) enough, which is why I am actually going to type the WHOLE fucking name out -> as Tellie. “Joke’s on me tho”, sorry you had (ruin it) and read the intro like that makes me look bad as the “awker” and the books already ruined; that should take the pressure off me/you anyways (fuck ups forevr’s!!). ♠

Tili’s toes gripped into the sand; she was walking the beach searching after the best stick! That was just the excuse anyways… (It would be night soon). Tili’s heart was pulled towards her feet. She didn’t want to be afraid, that was cowardice, and not the intellectual tradition of her mother or, the fiitha monster would come out soon. The villagers exchanged stern opinion about the opposition. Hehh, she’d actually faced one, and won! Well fought it anyways, well not really fought it, but more like she could have died and that seemed brave, and no what am I saying she fended it off, really it felt more like a stare down (was it trying to communicate something with her…?) Too afraid to get help by any other means than the own miserable war being hustled? Not womanly thoughts, too dense and amok w/ politics 🟧 She could feel the breath smelling down the back of her w’kyuc.

They are a creature of the night only, “so you wetter get your butt home before dark and all that, +”. there’s not any sense in fighting them. Several groups of proud men tried (peace to the fallen). if the source of their power can’t be discovered, that would spell doom faster than if…………. that was the weird thing; they just started appearing out of nowwhere!

The seas were splashing off to her side. Why can’t people just get along but she didn’t really care because she’d rather meat a Fiitha monster than be off on a victorious adventure with her yyy brothe (* right_now) and she did not like being mean to people to hurt his heart, but that’s why even if he’d never understand she had to put herself in danger right now (but she’ll win, by praising yyy teachings, even deep inside yyy mother’s words resonated twice as brightly as any near damn star. (I said damn jk NOT Tilli) rather why didn’t the fietta monsters want to work with us? They were a part of nature, and the seas, were a part of nature | and I am a part of nature, so we had all three together in conference.

The skies were moving Hastily over head and were surely more powerful than the seas? Buttt Teli nevr believed those Drenkhik words, those “holy steps”. Maybe they were like brothers and sisters, but something about the Sea’s life! The stars were distant and dead, even the sky tried to hide the fact that it didn’t care. Life abounded in the seas and worshiped the sky (repectfully), but even still hated the stars or so she though but it didn’t matter. That made her think of her brother Kaykuola. Kaykuola was three years older than her; she was his equal because he decided for it to be so. This is neither here nor there but → He was so powerful (and he’d already seen her boobs by accident, but he never talked about it). She even changed right in front of him on purpose, and they were just the same person; He learned from father and all the brothers in the village and was like a god or something with all of father’s wild-flower insticts. Father could see the future, but acted scared, like he’d run out of time to shield her. It was elegant how he let others in on the plan; like a pleasure war leak, which felt more like forced labor. That’s why she felt safe right here right now, on the shore with all her mother’s and fling from distant compound; SPLASHHhh, seas were speaking in an ancient language and they protected Kula too.

Let her try nature and Kula’s ghost, against the sun for more time, “Kula” stepped alongside her, “you go further sister, I’ll stay here and hold them off – you find the ancient ones and tell the our grief, his heart made her stone, so she didn’t cry, the only crack in the rock was if he did – but father made him too yyy for that! Anywho the warm salt would get you high for the point of it, “ouch!” sharp stones became more and more less dismissable. Okay fine moma, I’ll return home to your dreadful love. Kanaktuga was more complicated than most people spoke; which made him simple to undertand for Tili. She knew he would give “dark” knowledge to any who would seek it and use it for good, but she would fail, so it would bring Kanaktuga close to rescue her – and so save her village at the cost of her soul (but her brother would fight for that)… It felt so selfish, and so the seas were. The fiitha monster needed studied so it could speak knowledge dark withing.

ama

[bluberrywdee]

I realized I haven't been using this account as much as I'd like..oops... I made more ocs, but this time based on the 3 main traits that I feel like I express the most kinda like inside out anyways this is Praise, Spite, and Hush. They are a trio of demon wisp things that inhabit my brain Praise is my "say what you wanna hear" reaction. No matter how negatively I feel, I will try to say something nice if I feel the need to comment. Spite is the opposite. Make witty and provoking remarks to get a rise out of folks. Also where my pride and "um, actually" parts reside.

And Hush is Hush. Say nothing, ignore it, go about with life as if it didn't happen. i hate Hush ! ! but not enough to like, y'know

But yeah. I call them demons (they are) but I feel like they'd be more well-intentioned extremists, trying to be positive, honest, and non aggressive repectfully. But it doesn't really work when they're the only choices and always compete for their respective goals y'know. Doesn't help that I just default to Hush when I can't decide how to respond to stuff.

Anyways I do genuinely like how I made them so I'm gonna share them here. I felt I was flooding my Discords with these guys. Character groups that represent core traits of someone really intrigue me

[mylifeispainandiloveit]

Im gonna add my two cents to this, because some comments on this post made me a lilbit upset.

Firstly, everyone is entitled to their own opinion (obviously). If you dont like reading about toxic relationships, fair enough, just dont read them. And most (if not all) fics I've read that have any amount of toxic relationship even hinted at, that relationship isnt romanticized. Writing about something doesnt mean you're romanticizing it. It is easy to not read about something you dont like, you can filter and block tags (ive done it) i feel like i can confidently say ive never read a fic where toxic/abusive relationships were portrayed as normal, or good. (Not to say there arent any, as im sure there are) but the majority of writers write toxic/abusive relationships full well knowing what it is and that its not good.

Secondly, please dont shame or insult people who do read/write it. They're just living their life. And its not uncommon for people who have been traumatized to want to read/write something that may have been similar to their past. Its a way they cope, and fics arent hurting anyone, so just let them cope however they need to.

As someone who has been in an abusive relationship, been manipulated/groomed and SA'd; there is nothing wrong with reading or writing about toxic relationships, abusive situations, dubcon, noncon, or anything else. Its fanFICTION, its not real, nobody is being harmed by it.

I agree with OP that romanticizing toxic or abusive relationships can be dangerous, and should never be portrayed as something that should be wanted. And if there is an author who truly promotes abusive relationships as a good thing (red flag!!) Then i think it is fair to warn people about that author, (not insult them) just say that abuse is shown in a good light. This is why properly tagging this is so important, so nobody gets blindsided by something they were not prepared for. Also i really want to reiterate, writing about something doesnt mean youre romanticizing it.

TLDR: everyone can have their own opinions and viewpoints, but that doesnt mean you should shame/insult authors. It is so easy to block tags, if you dont like it then dont read it. Some people use darker fics as a copeing mechanism for their past, and theres nothing wrong with that. Romanticizing abuse can absolutely be dangerous, and any fic that paints abuse in a positive way should be tagged as such. And if it isnt tagged, you can (repectfully) tell the author that it should be. And i cannot stress this enough -- writing about something does not mean youre romanticizing it!!!

i have the biggest dislike towards writers that think it’s okay to romanticise toxic relationships. idk if it’s a kink or if you’ve never been traumatised before, but wtv the reason, it’s fucking wrong. people are hurt, they suffer, they could potentially die from a toxic relationship. it’s nothing to romanticise. toxic partners are just abusers, whether mentally or physically or both. please understand the gravity and reality of toxic relationships before trying to turn it into something normal, and worse, something that should happen. it shouldn’t at all be something you long for and crave, it should be something you should always avoid no matter what.

i also find it just annoying turning the most innocent and kindest characters/people into these horrible partners that would do unimaginable things. please just get a grip.

[completeoveranalysis]

[3]

Okay back to THIS moment. 

Ashura is bestabbed and finally decides to replace attempted murder with signs of affection. He wipes Fai’s tears away, saying “You mustn’t shed tears for one such as I.” And now on this page he either whispers closely to Fai or kisses him on the forehead, but either way he passes on his intention that Fai should have been the one to kill Ashura and that would have removed his curse. 

It’s framed as if Ashura was trying to do Fai a favour and this is boosted in the fact that it’s Ashura’s last living action. He has mere seconds left to live and he uses it to give Fai the affection that (he implies) his actions were always meant to embody. 

Never mind the fact that just seconds ago he admitted that Fai wasn’t actually strong enough to pull this off. Even when Fai put his all into it, he still would have died.

Never mind the fact that Ashura was very definitely seconds away from murdering both Lava Lamp and Kurogane, and would have done so happily. 

Never mind the fact that he murdered an entire world (or at least a portion of it) and spent his entire life deceiving everyone who thought well of him, luring them into trust and security only so he could slaughter them all later.

Never mind all that. This was all for Fai’s benefit, you see. 

It’s that horrible twisted shadow of love that’s entirely selfish and doesn’t take into account any of the horrific suffering they cause on anyone else, least of all on the person they claim to love. 

Fai is, clearly, distraught. He’s broken. Ashura has manipulated him and brainwashed him and turned him against his family and used every memory as a weapon against him and torn Fai’s entire life to pieces around him - but, oh, it was going to be a good thing. It was for Fai, you see. 

Cue me screaming with contempt in the distance. 

ON the plus side, it shows that neat example of all the best villains see themselves as the Good Guys of their own story. 

And, for our benefit (and hopefully for Fai’s) the page ends with a panel that has no Ashura in it at all - just a message that looks forward to the future. 

Ashura, with all his murder and lies and terrible manipulative anguish, could not free Fai from his curse. He tried his absolute best (almost killed everyone involved in the process) and still failed miserably. It was never going to happen, not in this scenario. 

But Fai’s new family might be the ones to help him do it. Admitted by Ashura himself, in his final moment of candor, he sees that the love and strength of Fai’s new family has the potential to succeed where his violence failed. 

And THIS is, perhaps, the only good thing Ashura has done. Even though Fai is overcome with grief right now he now has the seed to continue loving and trusting his family, with the potential hope that sticking with them will bring happiness in all the ways that Ashura did not. 

AND THEN

(with a pause to warn about sudden gore)

HE SUDDENLY DIES. 

And all I can say is THANK GOODNESS FOR THAT

[tokenducks]

Courtney has Rick’s number in her phone as ‘Ricky’ and tells him about it every chance she gets.

[hopefullyababe]

whatever the FUCK will wood has i WANT IT

[tenderlyrenjun]

i do not need to be thinking about renjun and yangyang's thighs at this hour of the night but here we are 😔

anon, it’s 4am.

this is the only thing we are thinking about tonight 😔

[demoness-one]

Sometimes the horror of having coworkers who are stupid makes me forget how fucking rad my job is. 5 year old me would think i was so fucking cool. I get to blow things up and play with live power and sometimes i get shocked and i get to make peoples houses and all kinds of machinery work. And i just got another 50 cent raise today because at least my boss thinks im really fking good at my job even if my coworkers drag me down :)

[simpforsimeon]

If I was in Twisted (not William! Does this mean I'm making my own Yuu??)

- About the characters and my opinion on them, this would affect my way of interacting with them.

Heartslabyul! Ft. Grim, Crowley and Crewel

- About Dire Crowley :

• I would either kick him in the balls or try to steal his credit card

• I have mixed feelings about him

• Like I find him very amusing and he makes me laugh but I also dislike him so kinda Crowley slender but with kind of affection since he is still our deadbeat crow father

• I may be genderfluid but my body is of a girl so if he doesn't fucking provide me fucking protection against boys or even the essential needs as a girl, I'm telling Crewel and probably make him have a bad reputation to Ambrose

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- About Grim :

• I love cats, so- he would have a higher chance of getting the spot of being my favourite

• But most of the time he annoys me but I still love him

• I don't care, I'm adopting him even if I don't know how to cook (I seriously do not know how to cook but I do know how to make simple things that don't require much)

• I'm either going to be mean and cold to him or shower him with love and affection and be warm and kind depending on how he treats me or just on my mood

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- About Ace Trappola:

• Motherfucker reminds me of Childe/Tartaglia (I don't know if it's from his looks or personality-)

• This idiot has a special place in my heart so there's the biggest chance I'll probably bust his ego knowing that I'll be kind and affectionate with him (most of the time people would tell me I'm kind when I don't do literally anything to them-)

• Ace, sweetheart, stop making me lose more braincells- wait- I probably didn't have them in the first place (like academically, I'm average and good but otherwise? Nah- I'm practically sharing the same braincell as Ace and Deuce)

• He is probably taller than me- I'm literally 1,56 /5'1 -- SO CUDDLE ME AS THE BIG SPOON-

• I don't really trust man but I'd wholeheartedly trust the main cast of Twisted Wonderland

• Would definitely tease me and get me a flustered and annoyed mess but eh-

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- About Deuce Spade :

• HE HAS MY HEART TOO-

• I'll probably smitten him with love and affection and try not to be mean to him but I'd definitely be kind of sarcastic or annoyed (just a tiny bit)

• This ex-but-pure-delinquent would definitely drink respect woman juice, so I don't worry much about him, like have you see how fondly and repectfully he talks about his mother??

• He may be a dumbass but he is my (and other Yuus) dumbass

• Deuce, darling, would probably help me with my fucking social interactions?? I'm kinda like Idia (and Leviathan-) but can still hold a small conversation with people I don't know

• Hope he doesn't mind me practically talking his ears off since when I get to know someone or just someone that I'm fond of, I can get a little more talkative and enthusiastic but still kinda closed off-

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- About Divius Crewel:

• Father figure

• I'm probably asking him for tips on fashion

• Definitely talking shit about students/Crowley with each other

• I'm feeling the most comfortable with him (along with Train since he also has two daughters) when it comes to that time of the month

• Fun fact: I'm curious about alchemy but I'll probably fail at it, so I'm not sure how would he react at that

• I don't know what to say anymore-

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- About Cater Diamond:

• As much as I love him, he, Ace and Deuce probably have the most energy and my introverted self thinks there are too many social butterflies around me

• But, I would definitely also have him with me when it comes to fashion and girl problems since he also has two sisters (and he would probably know about it??)

• This boy would definitely try to get me have much more confidence

• Like hello?? This is Cater we are talking about-

• Boy- don't you dare post my art without my permission or even my poems- (and I'll probably never show you guys my poems either- I just make them for fun and these are not good-)

• He probably has warm hugs- I dunno but I'd hug him a lot if I could

• Sir, it is illegal to be this pretty are you are

• I'll definitely let him vent about his sisters or his emotions in general

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- About Trey Clover:

• HOUSE HUSBAND MATERIAL- I'M TELLING YOU, HOUSE HUSBAND MATERIAL

• You -- Trey Clover -- let me have your hand in marriage

• Either that or let me be your younger sister- I'm done with my annoying and bossy siblings-

• I bet on Grim that whenever he makes sweets, I'll ask him to let me taste (I have a sweet tooth)

• Sir, you have my heart too- like- how can he be this caring, kind, pretty, good at baking, and be every grandson-in-law any grandma would like to have??

• This vice-housewarden has made me feel safe and he gives me green flags vibes- Well he is the brotherly figure to Heartslabyul-

• Can you teach me how to bake??

• I would definitely seek his validation and approval in my poems and art, along with grades-

• he wouldn't mind me hanging in the kitchen with him as he bakes while I either help him or I watch anime/read manga or while I'm drawing with music in the background

• Probably calms me down after a fit of rage that was caused by Ace and me ending up throwing a chair or pencil at Ace

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- About Riddle Rosehearts:

• While he looks cute and stuff, I wouldn’t get along with him before his overblot or even after it (well for a short while)

• though, I do like him but he would either dislike me or hate me or a small (even if I wish he would like me-) chance that he would like me

• Definitely would tease and mock him for fun but if he's do that to me I'd probably fight him in a fit of rage or just have a few tears while I scream at him

• I find him adorable and amusing when he gets mad but I'd rather my head on my shoulders so I wouldn't tease him or mock him too much

• Though, I would be kind to him and if he wishes I would be affectionate with him too, while I know he deserves love and stuff, I want him to let me in first since he quite different from the other Heartslabyul student

• Since he probably reads a lot, I may ask him for tips in class and for my poems

• I would prepare some tea and buy some snacks for us to eat and drink while we hang out (this would either happen in a comfortable silence [after I can get along with him] or I would animatedly talk about the things that interests me or things that interests him or we are just talking about school work and stuff)

[mumbos-waffle]

My friends name hermitcraft members...

(He/him) My brother:

extra notes: "wait that isn't Joel? He isn't on hermitcraft??"

"Thats the one that mumbo made the ikea for..?" (About iskall)

"Hes the one that made the moon bigger right?" (About doc)

"Isn't his name something about metal? And you said he was really old?" (About tfc)

(He/it/neos/they) Ace/lemon:

Extra notes:

"Repectfully, he looks like he likes weed" (about scar)

"He looks like a child" (about ren)

"John, but his user is in pig Latin" (about zedaph)

(She/her) Maddie:

extra notes:

"I know mumbo because that one time you sent a drawing of him and called him hot"

"Now will you do this with me but harry potter?"

[gunmetal-ring]

I just read your response to my-mt ask and it was awesome. I do have to agree that no matter how much we tap dance around and how much we soften out anger/tone, certain people will always see us as "toxic," which has become a trigger word for me. Anyone calling me or another Caryler toxic for simply having a concern or question (a very valid one, btw) literally makes my skin crawl. I hate that word now. Anyway, my point is that NR seems incredibly sensitive and that should be respected but not at the cost of ignoring hard facts. Listen, I have a very hard time believing that the show coincidentally decided to film in the exact same place NR will be this summer. Like, that's a world record sized, guiness book of world record coincidence. I think I just wanted him to stand up and say that if they can't make it work for both him and Mel, then he's walking. His silence is deafening and I happen to believe he does have major pull with amc. His silence, dm'ing antis, liking anti tweets that disparage Carylers, searching his name and blocking people who are doing nothing but expressing their sadness and seemingly being fine with Mel and Angela being pushed out of the show they basically created is at the very least in poor taste and deserves discussion. This is the elephant in the room that so many people are actively ignoring all out of an irrational fear.

Thanks! Yeah I mean like I said. In a normal world, in so many other professional fields, you can ask "Hey why did X detail of Y project change?" And get a normal, sane, respectful answer, even if the answer is simply "we'd rather not disclose it for privacy reasons" versus amc's/the media's tactic of "wahhh mean toxic evil carylers".

That's not to say it's ENTIRELY unwarranted - I had the misfortune of reading some truly heinous, disgusting things that so-called fans spewed at norman directly. Totally and completely out of line. And this might be a very unpopular opinion - but if I were in Norman's shoes? Having endured some of the vile shit that my so-called fans said to me about me and my family? I'd probably just not really engage, either. Obviously I'm not saying this about you, but from his perspective, it's gotta be hard to tell if an initially respectful "What happened?" tweet will turn nasty. Honestly, I don't really blame him. And that's not even touching on the possibility that AMC has his shit on legal lockdown.

But it's like I said before. At the end of the day, even if it's all true - even if he walked in to AMC headquarters and said "film in Europe or I'm leaving" - AMC still had the option to say "no, you're just as important to the shoe as Melissa and Kang. Either the 3 of you do it together or we don't do it at all." I agree, he's absolutely AMC's shining star, and he probably does have some pull. Obviously I don't know to how much extent. But nobody except for an AMC executive has the ability to greenlight a Daryl-only spinoff, and force mmb/Kang out of it. Doesn't matter how much pull Norman might have. He can't do that. AMC can.

And I think unfortunately, by directing our very valid frustration (even politely and repectfully) anywhere besides AMC, all its going to do is give everyone the opportunity that they've been looking for: another chance to point fingers, ignore the very real concerns, and stir the pot in the hopes of avoiding accountability.

Sorry I just word vomited all over your ask lol but you know me. Give me a keyboard and a blank screen and I'll take 10 or 15 thousand extra words to make my point.

[flodaya]

Did you notice how Fatou's pov was shot? Fatou skates past Kieu My and we didn't notice her before the camera panned back and when she tried to hold Fatou's hand, Fatou quickly turned her back and we don't see Kieu My's face. Kinda shows how Fatou sees Kieu My, dodging her gaze and pulling away. A lesbian experience. It's like you're experiencing what Fatou does. Druck is incredible. Hopefully when they get together and Fatou's not scared anymore, I'm sure the shots would be more direct.

“a lesbian experience” you are so right!! more lesbian experiences I want represented on screen

“is my crush flirting or just making polite conversation?” (we already kinda saw this with kieu my)

playing a guessing game of do my friends actually think xy male actor is attractive or are they mocking him

“was that a platonic make out session?”

reminiscing about all the times before you figured out your sexuality when you were jealous of boys because they were allowed to date pretty girls while you were stuck having to date mediocre boys

staring at a girl, catching yourself not wanting to objectify other girls, looking at a girl *repectfully*

I want someone to talk about comp het, I want that utterly confusing and fucked up concept explained to german teenage girls because holy shit if I had heard of that sooner some things may have become more clear earlier in my life

feel free to add more