#i kinda miss them even if i don't want to swim!!! also i walk on an urchin once at Manapany now i'm so scared of swimming there again

[keeps-ache]

mm i Neeed to go the beach

[homosexualcitron]

IM SO GLAD SOME PEOPLE NOTICED THEM IN MY LAST UPDATES :33 oc cameo yeay

[themissingnumbers]

[ @pkmn-monochrome - interaction thing i can't send as an ask bc long and images]

The dark of the Pokemon tower is never something that has bothered Red. Never something that would, certainly not after seeing much worse and being much older.

At this point, really, it's a kind of eeriness he'd come to miss. It reminds him of simpler times- days when a young boy only had to fear things like ghost stories, and shadows that lurked in the dark.

He knows very well that this place is not the Pokemon Tower he knew, of course. He's not stupid. This place was only built in its image, the miserable ending of a game dyed in grey and built out of spite.

He runs a hand along the wall of the staircase he descends, feeling the cold stone, yet also the intangible data, dull static and code under the fingertips. Watches in quiet fascination as the textures distort and corrupt under deliberate contact, the broken foundations of Generation 1 reacting to him, (same as always,) but a touch more stable from the fusion of the bastard remakes keeping it grounded.

Any damage caused is meaningless, the existence of it debatable as a whole, as he passes through a loading zone. Half of him watches everything fade to black, the other half just continues down the steps that are as tangible as anything else here is to someone within the game. Everything is right- just as it should be.

Either way, it's not like it's his game to break. That would be plain rude, especially with the risk of killing someone!

Intrigue in this world, curious as it may be, isn't why he's here.

Nah. He's more interested in something else.

Or, someone, to be more precise.

Having finally found who he'd looking for, Red steps off the stairs and into another layer of this endless graveyard, whistling as he finally lays eyes on a certain monochromatic individual.

"Y'know..." he chides from across the room, "A graveyard's a pretty cliche place to spend eternity, don't you think?"

He snorts at his own remark. "Course, I guess it's not like you had a choice. The sadsack that made this game could've picked something a little more outside the box, is all I'm saying. Do you think they'd bury bodies in the Viridian Forest, maybe? Or swimming offa Route 20, try a little watery grave... Oh, Champion's Road could be pretty morbid!"

He sighs and folds his arms, shaking his head at himself.

"... Nah, I'm joking. I can see the vision. I could give less of a shit about this place, anyways..."

His eyes gleam, and a menacing smile spreads across his face.

"I'm more interested in you. A glorified reskin of Pokemon Tower ain't shit compared to you. A little bug told me about some sentient Red-Leaf kinda amalgamation with the memories of a real person, and I just had to look into it and come to see for myself. Lo and behold..."

He spreads his arms out in some kind of almost-mocking grand gesture.

"Here you are! Cody, right? In the flesh, or... I suppose your problem is the lack thereof, heh."

He begins to approach, moving slowly and never once looking away. He stalks forward, every step careful and deliberate, teeth bared in a grin that holds no happiness but oozes with amusement.

"I've got so many questions, I don't even know where to begin. You're really something special... One of a kind, fully aware of everything. Knowing what life both here, and out there, is really like. I've seen players that would kill to even get a chance to stand where we do, but... You want out more than anything."

Scratching his chin, the man walks around them at a slight distance. Red gets the thought that Cody wouldn't want something like him anywhere near them. At least he can respect that.

"Suppose the courteous thing would be to ask a question- that's the tradition around these parts, right? Constantly interrogating you so you don't have to sit here, alone with your..."

His eyes flicker to the two GHOSTs at Cody's side.

"... Thoughts. And the like."

He hops onto a grave nearby, sitting with his ankles crossed. Respect towards the dead be damned, every tomb in places like this were about as sacred as Halloween decorations.

"Here's what I'd like to know, Cody."

His smile widens further- for a brief moment, the glitches on his body seem to spread to the air around him, cutting through the gray with burning streaks of red, white, and yellow.

"You have your hacker's memories. Some of them. ANY of them. It's enough. You'd know what it was like to be them. You know what it was like to be human. You know both worlds."

"What is it like? To be real? To be something more than code. How different is it from this?"

"What was it like to be HUMAN?"

He jabs a finger forward, pointing at them as the static that flared up around him quickly subsides, clearing the air back into the typical oppressive atmosphere of the endless graveyard.

"I want to hear it from you," he finishes cooly, "someone who has been on both sides of the screen. You could tell me better than anyone."

[boytoyhalo]

Can we have more of the selkie au please?

are there fantasy books in the lighthouse? Did they see seal!Pac after the coat incident? Is Fit hunting an imaginary poachers on the island?

you absolutely can!!

They don't see Pac - human or seal - for a few days after the incident. During those few days, Fit very much notices the absence of his usual evening journaling buddy, and he's very much not happy about it. He scours the island in his free time looking for traces of whatever poacher is squatting there, but he can't find anything. He also notices Pac's absence, and by the 3rd day he's starting to come to an uncomfortable conclusion: the only logical explanation he can think of for his strange behavior, and the lack or evidence for any other people on the island, is that Pac must be the poacher he's looking for. He doesn't want to believe it, because Pac is so nice and he's always seemed to really like the seals (maybe even more so than him or Ramon) when they've been around them together, but he just doesn't know what else it could possibly be. Then right as he's resigned himself to confronting him about it, and begun to prepare for the ordeal of filing a report against his friend, he finds his furry friend waiting for him on it's usual rocks like nothing happened.

Fit spends a good few minutes just gaping at it, completely frozen - the fucking thing has the gall to look confused, tilting it's head at him like his son wasn't sobbing over it's severed skin just a few days ago. Even after the initial shock passes and he manages to drag himself out of his stupor and onto his own rock, he can't find any words to speak or to write; he just keeps staring at it in complete puzzlement. It stares back at him, it's gaze flicking curiously to the blank page in front of him every so often almost. After what feels like an eternity it huffs and flops over on it's side, seemingly having decided that it would rather nap than continue their stare-off. Fit begins his journal entry in uneasy silence, trying his best to let the scratching of the pencil on the page distract him from the anomaly next to him. Unfortunately, said anomaly doesn't tolerate the cold shoulder for long before snorting offendedly at him.

"What?" Fit raises an eyebrow at it. There's a beat before it snorts again, slapping it's front flippers loudly against the wet rocks. "You- oh, what, you want me to talk to you? Is that it?" It grunts softly. Fit blinks, his mouth opening and closing around words that don't come. "I mean I- I don't really uh. I mean, I'm just kinda speechless right now." And ok, that's an understatement - he feels completely disoriented, his entire world having been flipped on its head. This seal was dead, it had to have been, that was the only possible explanation for the way everything had lined up. Except apparently it wasn't, because the seal was alive and it was looking straight into his eyes with that disturbingly human intelligence shining through its own. As the gears in his head start turning, trying valiantly to come up with something to say, some pieces start to fall into place.

The pelt, Pac's freak-out and subsequent disappearance, the seal acting like someone's lost pet and not a wild predator, Pac having no traceable presence on the island but appearing every day, both of them missing a limb - little dots swimming around in his head, moving too quickly for him to connect, forming a fragment of something that Fit doesn't think he could handle knowing in full. He nearly slips and breaks his neck in his mad scramble off of his perch, startling the seal - or whatever this thing was. He ignores it's concerned cry and backs away slowly, a dizzying dread creeping slowly over him as his attempts to think of any logical explanation for the ever-growing pile of mysteries come up completely empty.

Various half-formed theories run through his mind as he speeds through the short walk back to the cabin: Was the seal Pac's pet? Was it some robotic creation of his? Did he kill it and do some fucked up death magic on it? Was he the seal? Was he a shape shifter, or- or some kind of hypnotist? Had the whole thing just been an illusion? A dream? Was Fit finally going insane?

Yeah, that's gotta be it he thought as he made his way through the door, being sure to close it quietly so as to not wake Ramon. I've finally fucking lost it. There was no way Pac was - whatever it was that Fit's psyche was convinced he was. That seal was a normal, if weirdly friendly seal, and there was a completely rational explanation for everything that Fit was just too dumb to catch onto. Pac was probably just freaked out by the implication of the seal's death, and maybe the pelt had just been an incredibly convincing fake. Yeah, that was it, definitely. Fit pointedly ignored the voices in his head that screamed all of the ways that that didn't make any sense as he stumbled his way through his nightly routine and into bed - it made enough sense that he was fine letting it be not his problem anymore. He was much more interested in getting a good night's sleep than in spiraling into a frenzy over something that probably didn't matter in the slightest

.....Or not. Apparently, whatever part of his brain he didn't have control over greatly overpowered the part that was sane and rational, combined with all of the exhaustion in his body. He sighed as he begrudgingly opened his eyes, staring blankly at the shadows that flickered across his wooden ceiling. He could already tell this was gonna give him hell. He had never been someone who could take it easy, not even before the sounds of gunfire and explosions and the heavy stench of blood-soaked dirt had made themselves a permanent part of his world. This certainly wasn't the first time since that he had questioned his perception of reality; in fact, he was quite familiar with being disconnected from it, the way that it could bend around the most damaged parts of him and twist his mind back into a shape that no longer fit in the present. He sometimes heard gunshots when there was no one to fire them, screaming in his ear while he slept at night - It wasn't far-fetched at all to write this off as the conspiratorial delusions of a soldier taken off the battlefield too late. But, something about it just kept nagging at him, urging him to look deeper even if he couldn't handle it. Finally, after what had to be hours of tossing and turning in his sheets, he fell into an uneasy sleep.

The spiral only pulled at him harder the next morning, as he made his early morning rounds and reports, harder still as he made his way back to the house and made breakfast. By the time he woke up Ramon he was wishing he still had hair on his head just so he could pull it out. His boy, of course, noticed his mood immediately.

"...What? What is it?" Fit asked as the kid stared at him flatly over his scrambled eggs and toast.

"Something is bothering you." Ramon pointed his fork at him. "Tell me." Fit sighed; that was his son, blunt as ever. He briefly contemplated spinning a lie to ease his mind, but wrote it off as soon as he remembered that his baby boy was a genius that, unfortunately, knew him far too well.

"It's nothing, Ramon, don't worry about it. Eat your eggs." Ramon dropped his fork loudly onto the table, not breaking eye contact. He looked unimpressed.

"Fit." There was silence as they stared at each other from across the table, both plates forgotten as they engaged in some sort of psychological battle that Fit felt he had a distinct disadvantage in somehow. After a long few minutes he turned his gaze away with a resigned grunt, knowing from an abundance of experience that there was no use in resisting Ramon's questioning - The kid was determined, and he had a way of getting things out of Fit that he sometimes didn't even want to admit to himself. He swallows a mouthful of his suddenly very bland tasting eggs, trying to think of how to start.

"You wouldn't happen to have any books that talk about seals, would you?" Is what he eventually settles on. Ramon blink at him in confusion, seemingly thrown off by the turn of the conversation. "It's- well, it might be nothing. It's probably nothing, But." He takes a deep breath, admitting to weakness is a difficult task that Fit has always had to push himself greatly to accomplish; he's been trying to work through it for his young boy's sake. "There's just been some stuff happening around here that I can't figure out and that's kinda the only place I can think to start looking, you know what I mean? It's nothing you need to worry about though, I promise." Ramon fiddles with the frayed bauble of his favorite red hat as he hums, thinking.

"I think a couple of the animal encyclopedias that you got me mention them, but nothing too detailed. What's been happening with the seals?" Fit takes another nauseating bite to buy himself time to consider his answer.

"I've just... been thinking about the fur we found," he says carefully, praying that It won't be a sensitive topic. Thankfully, Ramon doesn't seem fazed, only raising his eyebrows a bit as he waits for his father to continue. "I was sure it was from one of those ones that like to hang around here, and we were only seeing five of them for the past few days so I thought - someone must have hunted it, you know? But there's been no one here but us and Richas' parents, and then last night the seal that was missing showed back up and." He cuts off his ramble as he notices the strange look Ramon is giving him. "What? Do you think I'm going crazy or something?"

"Pac said he gave the seal it's skin back, remember?" He says plainly, like it makes complete sense. Fit balks at him, mouth open in disbelief. Ramon had.... Ramon believed that? But he was so smart for a kid his age, he had even called Fit out for pretending it wasn't dead! Had he just.... decided to believe Pac? Was this his way of coping?

"You, uh. What?" He responds eloquently. Ramon looks at him like he's grown a second head, and ok, now Fit is definitely going crazy. Since when does his little boy genius believe that one can simply give a dead animal it's skin back and bring it back to life?

"He gave it back." He draws out every word, as if he's the adult explaining a simple concept to a child. "The seal is fine. Richarlyson said it took Pac on adventures with it to thank him." He sniffs petulantly. "Kinda think he should have invited me, but whatever. It's all ok, see! Just like you said." Fit has no idea what to say, completely lost. This conversation had done nothing but add another layer of headache to the already impressive thorn in his side. He nods slowly, deciding to just let it go for the sake of the little sanity he has left.

"Right, ok. That makes sense, I guess." As far as he's concerned, if Ramon is happy there's no issue. That's what he tells himself at least, and to his credit it is mostly true. Ramon knows better though, and he levels Fit with a look that tells him as much. After a moment he returns his attention to his plate, looking bored with the topic of conversation.

"Richas said Pac is gonna be back to see you today. I'm gonna ask him all about it, you can listen if you want to." Fit startles a bit. Pac was coming back? "And if that doesn't answer your questions, maybe you should try checking all those old journals we found to see if they say anything useful?" Right, the archived journals from previous lighthouse attendants - Fit had completely forgotten about them, locked away as mementos in a storage room at the bottom of the lighthouse itself. He hadn't spared them a thought since he and Ramon had been shown them on their first day on the island. That was as good a place to look as any, he supposed. He makes a mental note to do so later tonight, when he's done with his work for the day.

"Yeah that's a good idea actually, thank you Ramon. You're damn smart, you know that?" Ramon nods easily, and Fit cracks a smile for the first time since his worldview had been upturned the night before. "Anyway, you say Pac is coming back today?" He tries not to sound too eager, though he doesn't think he does very well - he's missed his friend, what could he say? The manual labor was much more grueling without company, he had realized. It had been hard doing it alone again after having gotten used to Pac (and on semi-frequent occasion, Mike's) company over the past few months. Even when he had suspected the other man of being the dreaded poacher, a concept he had now completely written off as too out of character to be reliable, he had been more sad about the possibility of having to turn him in than about the actual poaching - although he definitely had been sad about that too. Ramon looks like he's stifling a laugh.

"That's what Richarlyson said. He said his other parents were making him do it today." Fit doesn't have time to question why Pac apparently needed someone to make him come back after his "adventure" before Ramon is getting up from the table with an exclamation of "done!" and running out to the beach, leaving his dirty dishes to Fit and ignoring as he calls after him, of course.

He finishes cleaning up and gets outside to join him just in time to see Richarlyson running eagerly up to the other boy, Pac following behind him at a much more casual pace. He can't help frombreaking into another smile as he draws closer, black waves dripping wet (as always) and a familiar grin lighting up his face.

"Oi!" He calls out across the remaining distance. Pac wastes no time in calling back to him, speeding up his walk a bit as Richarlyson reaches his target and tackles him into a hug. Fit decides to leave them to their own devices for the moment, setting his own pace towards his approaching friend and meeting him in the middle. "Where have you been?" Pac's smile turns sheepish, and Fit's eyes flick to the way his teeth nervously pull at his lip for a moment before he speaks.

"I was feeling really sick, I think I must have caught something from touching that pelt! I was throwing up and having a- a fever, you know how it is," He looks to Fit almost bashfully, like he's fully aware Fit isn't buying it. Fit, for all he's been agonizing over the possibility of Pac being.... something, suddenly finds that he doesn't really care. The seal is alive, Richarlyson is safe - whatever Pac was doing is his business. He's just happy to have some adult company again. Before he can say as much, not that he would have, Ramon comes running up from behind him, stopping short in front of Pac with elation tangible in his demeanor.

"PAC! Richas says you went on an adventure with the seal who's skin we found, what was it like? TELL ME!" Pac laughs, startled, and crouches down to meet the boy's eyes, one hand coming up to ruffle his hair through his hat.

"Yeah, it was amazing! I gave the seal his fur back and he was like 'oh wow thank you so much! come swim with me!' And he took me to his home in the kelp forest and introduced me to all his fish friends! We even saw some- ah, I forget how you say it in English - The big guys with the claws... LOBSTERS! yeah, we saw some lobsters! And they were fighting each other with SWORDS! Oh it was so cool Ramon, I wish you could have seen it. Hey, maybe I can ask him to take you next time!" Ramon's giggles stop abruptly as he gasps in excitement, eyes lighting up as he begins pleading with Pac to do so. Fit shakes his head fondly.

There's a soft look in Pac's eyes as he speaks animatedly to Ramon, recounting his epic underwater adventures with the dramatic flair of a man who's very used to entertaining children. And yeah, Fit decides as brown eyes stray momentarily to share an amused look with him, none of it matters. He'll look at those journals later to see if there's any mention of seal pelts or strange men appearing out of nowhere, but in the meantime he couldn't care less - he has his work buddy back, his son is happy, the weather is nice and no seals have been harmed.

Maybe he can take it easy, just this once. For now.

[pumpkinsy0]

outsiders characters as events from my silly ahh summer camp. i don't know how i survived for a month at a time there tbh

ponyboy: me going gollum mode over the hunger games book. it wasnt even a joke at that point i was struggling. also the pivotal turn my life took when i read hatchet. like i was reflecting and allat

darry: the DELECTABLE ahh lunches. idk what they did but they were so tasty. like i would have the best nap of my life after muching down on that

johnny: me crying myself to sleep that one time, some girl was like "erm miss counselor!!! i think insert name here is crying under her sleeping bag!!" and my bitch ass counselor who i HATED like she was my arch nemesis started trying to calm me down which made me even more upset. and earlier that day i was trying to feel included in a conversation w a semi friend and some cunt went like "no ones talking to u" when i was Literally just sitting there.

dally: that horse they assigned me that would not do anything asked of him. also one time he like broke out of his stall and was just walking around?? he was an interesting fellow. he was silly tho

soda: me getting sick from eating 2 much cereal. i was writhing around bc tummy ache 2 much later in the day. to be fair i did eat more than 10 servings of cereal.

steve: us having no air conditioning in the cabins. we had to bring our own fans. i had to shower multiple times a day bc I was sweating so much.

twobit: some girl mixing chicken and jello together. also me falling out of a bunk.

cherry: that time during horse and tack when we watched a movie bc it was too hot outside so we went in. but the movie was rlly sad and I cried

that was then… this now… ones

bryon: me almost drowning during one of the swimming performances. like I was lowk choking on water while under the sea was playing in the background.

mark: again that one damn counselor i hated so so much. like i was planning her downfall. why on God's green earth was she singing riptide while we were trying to sleep stfu

m&m: i would start randomly crying so often. i would miss lots of classes bc i would just be in the bathroom bawling for various reasons

angela: girls being so so mean to me. like it was a problem.

curly: me throwing hiking boots at a girl I didn't like

tim: them having to ban making slip n slides in the bathrooms. i didn't ask and i didn't want to know

most of these things aren't too relevant anymor but they kinda funny so here. i mean expand on these if u want. i can't put them on my blog bc it's not a TO blog but they need to be put somewhere

u made me remember this time where i just woke up weak as hell and my aunt had to literally spoonfeed me multiple bowls of cereal, to this day idk exactly HOW i got that weak, that has never happened to me before and it hasnt happened since

BUT ALSO i remember going to this summer camp and somehow someway we got into this gender prank war and im just pushing that onto all of em

and THEN there was this other time i was in this summer?????christian????school camp thing????? and look im an atheist idk what i was doing there i showed zero interest but my cousins and sister was also there, and for lunch we were going out which i dont think anyone else was doing bc my teacher asked “r u SURE u wanna go???” and i rhink she was pushing me to stay but i said yea and left immediately and i giggle at that and i think pony wluldve done the same, i wanted OUT🗣️

[purrplegyuu]

Cold | Choi Beomgyu

Index

Chapter three

Warnings: unhappiness, slightly angst, soft beomgyu, abusive mother, swearing. omg the softest chapter eveeer

Word count: 1.4k

Taglist: @arianap23e, @haatohwa

I don't know why is it soooo soft, I don't like it ughhh. Like this is a dark story. Anyways, the following chapters are gonna be waaaay darker (i mean i hope). I kinda like soft Beommie tho...

Let me know if you find any kind of mistake, i'm not a native speaker and this helps me so so so much ^_^

Also let me know if you want to be added to the tag list, if you want to suggest an event to happen on next chapters or if you have any question about any detail. Luv yaa (●'◡'●)

I’m not happy. I know that. I know I will never go to school with a bright smile on my face like Jiwoo, because unlike her, I don’t have anything that makes me enjoy sitting on an uncomfortable chair for hours, looking at the professors as if I am paying attention, and talk kindly to my classmates as if I don’t hate them so much.

I even started to believe happiness is a vile lie American series have shown to us.

However, lately, these bad feelings have been increasing. And dad knows that.

That’s why he came home early on a saturday night and announced that we were going on vacation to that pretty house on a lake that his mother left him as an inheritance. 

“You okay guys?” He asks while driving, looking at me through the mirror. I smile slightly at him, nodding. “Gyu, I heard you got really good grades again. Bet your mother is really really proud” Beomgyu looks at him back, quiet, and totally ignores him. 

The awkward aura all over the car now, as dad looks at Beomgyu’s mother, scared of making his relationship even worse. He has tried thousands of ways to get along with Beomgyu, but the boy sitting by my side never really cared.

Once we arrive, dad gets out of his car, stretching his back. I look at Beomgyu. He really hates my father. At least that’s what it looks like—he gets even darker when our parents are close to him, doesn’t even smirk at any kind of jokes and doesn’t say a single word until they are far away again. 

But today, he looks even more dark than usual, which makes me feel a bit scared.

I get out of the car when he does. I see his mother running towards my dad in order to enter the house with him. 

We both stand in front of the house quietly, looking at the way our parents play like kids with their luggage as they take it in the house. They really look like a young couple. However, I find it a bit weird, but I guess it is just because I never liked her.

I look around. There are so many memories from my childhood—the garden full of flowers I planted when I was five, the rustic oven I used to make pizza in when I was eight, the lake where I learned how to swim when I was nine. But everything looks just too old and dirty—it’s been seven years since the last time we came here, it’s been seven years since the last time I enjoyed being in such a place… it’s been seven years since I last saw her.

I walk through the trees until I have reached a certain place. A small dock made of old wood, mouldy and poorly stable. Hundreds of drawings all over one of the wood tiles—’Jeongseo’ on top of everything, followed by ‘Namhyuk’ and ‘Dami’.

I really miss those times.

By 6 p. m., dad calls me to the big dock in front of our house. 

“Gaeum, honey, could you please go get the meat?” Beomgyu’s mom smiles at him, and makes a disgusted face when she turns around. Dad’s on the white boat his father used to drive right before dying three years ago. Everything I can think about when I see it, is him swearing he will never use it again because it was his dad’s, not his.

“We’re taking Luna on an expedition” he says. I can see the happiness on his face. Luna is the name grandpa gave his boat. “Remember when we used to go to the other side of the lake?” I nod. “Well, we are going to go there to take the dinner tonight” a big smile on his face makes me force myself to smile although I’m not happy or excited. 

“I will go get a sweater”

When I get in the house, I don’t see Gaeum in the kitchen, which I found a bit weird, but don’t really pay attention to it. I go to my room, take a pink sweater and try it on in front of the mirror. I’m wearing a long-sleeved dark shirt which is supposed to cover me up enough to make me feel warm, however, the short jean skirt makes it hard for me to get warm. Even with a big coat, and in the house, I’m trembling.

However, I get out of my room, holding a white blanket, and stop walking when I hear some noises in Beomgyu’s room. The door is closed, so I cannot see anything, but I don’t also see any light under the door, even though it’s 6:30 p. m., and it’s very dark already. 

“Don’t be fucking dumb” Gaeum’s voice sounding so different—meaner, unlike her usual fake sweet voice tone. “Could you please think a bit? Ha, you’re almost an adult, why would I have to ask you to not be so dumb?” The door of my room closes strongly due to the air running through my open window, which makes me jump, touching my chest. No more sounds in the room makes me feel scared someone can catch me, so I walk back to the door.

Gaeum gets out of Beomgyu’s room, and I look at her, trying to look as natural as possible, holding tightly my blanket, faking a blank face to her like I didn’t hear anything. 

“What?” I ask when she keeps looking at me. I even impress myself with my almost perfect acting. 

“Are you ready? I’m asking Beomgyu if he is also ready” I look in his room. He’s not visible from outside, so I just nod to her, going down once again.

Some minutes after that, Gaeum gets on the boat, giving dad the things he asked for and his coat. Beomgyu walks behind her, blank face as always, and doesn’t look at dad, just gets in the boat and sits by my side. 

Dad knows perfectly how to drive the boat, so he does it while we all try to warm ourselves with our coats.

The place we and Beomgyu are sitting is lower than the place our parents are at, so they can’t see us unless they go down.

That’s why he puts his hand on my thigh, caressing it as we’re alone over there. I look at him, looking at the lake deeply. His soft hair moving with the air, his face even prettier than ever, flawless skin, and some red marks on his cheeks like he has just cried. 

“You don’t seem that happy” he says, still looking at the lake. 

“I never look happy” I say, jokingly. Spending so much time with Jiwoo has started to affect me. But he doesn’t laugh. The silence makes me want to be sincere with him. Guess he has this effect on me. “I don’t really like here” He turns around to look at me, almost surprised at my words. It’s a pretty and almost paradisiacal place. Why wouldn’t I like it? “Everything I can think about when I’m here is her… the last time I saw mom” 

We stay silent for a few minutes, weirdly enjoying each other’s company. 

Then, he talks once again. “I know you listened” his husky voice should make me feel scared, however, his hands touching me so softly, his head against mine, his arm around me, his body warming me up… I can’t be scared even if he says he will kill me after that.  And I wonder if that kind of scenes are the reason I love him so much even when he treats me so wrong most of the time. Maybe I don’t love him, maybe I just love the way he treats me so wrong, but sometimes, he acts like he loves me back.

I don’t try to deny it. He knows me well. The voice tone he used isn’t even doubtful. He knows I listened.

“Don’t want to know why was she so mad?” Weirdly, everytime he doesn’t use pet names, it’s just because he’s treating me well. 

I look at him quietly. I find it a bit acted the way he fakes peace, like it doesn’t really bother him. His eyes a bit red, like his nose and cheeks. 

“She found out I’m fucking someone” He flashes a bit more than usual. “, and scolded me for not using condom” His eyes shiny, and can feel like he’s being forced or something like that. However, I don’t say anything.

I never say anything. 

[noowayybroo]

Bite shift (Part 3) (You people are insane + Ily)

I was so surprised that anyone enjoyed the first two parts of this fic! And it's with a heavy heart that I apologise to you for not knowing where to go with this AT ALL. I'll briefly summarise here and if it doesn't sound like what you want, ignore the post!

In this part, Leon is absolutely obsessed with the reader and CANNOT get the reader out of his head. He, unexpectedly, goes to find you in your home! You try threaten him, and get him to leave, but he kinda doesn't know what he wants n' refuses to leave.

Characters: GN!Vampire!Reader, (not so) Corrupt Cop!Leon Kennedy

Warnings: NSFW CUZ SEXUAL THEMES N BITING N BLOOD LOVELIES BE CAREFUL!!!, Blood, GN!Vampire!Reader, (He's not so corrupt cop anymore, he's kinda soft n good boy now) Kennedy . Vampires, biting, everything that goes with them, Reader is AGAIN GN for purpose of inclusivity! None of the reader's age, job title, gender or appearances described also. Brief seduction, Copy n pasted warnings etc (am lazy monke) There's a bit of hurt n comfort?? Like Leon goes insane and initially reader is scared of him but this is a super comfort fic they talk it out, cuddle, n reader gets another bite to eat :)

REALLY slow burn I think?? ++ You have the brief choice at the end to spare or kill Leon for good :flushed: it might be disturbing so if you see red and don't want to see him die, don't read on!!!

A day or two later, Officer Kennedy was discharged. A thorough examination having displayed no further symptoms. It was a concern that he'd contracted some kind of virus or infection, due to his 'hallucinations'.

I mean - who was going to listen to this man babble and rant about having been 'ambushed' and bitten by a vampire?

Nobody.

Nobody at all.

Anyway, he was ready and rearing to go.

Rearing to go and... avoid you... At all costs.

He continued his policing duties: driving down and monitoring highways, detaining criminals and traffic violators and helping rescue cats from trees. You know, rookie stuff (..as written by someone who has no knowledge on the matter.)

For the next few weeks, his life was as back to normal as it could be. The bite you'd left him had since scabbed and was healing, but the mental wound you'd dealt remained painfully fresh.

Everywhere he went, he saw you. Except he didn't, but he could have sworn he had. Or maybe, just maybe he had. He didn't know, and the more he thought about you, the worse and the weaker he felt. He wasn't trying to seek you out or anything. In fact, a large part of him wished he couldn't see you, ever again.

But he could. As he passed by streets of people, he saw your silhouette. He knew your figure, your shape. He knew perfectly the colours that painted your eyes, the style you chose to adorn yourself with - he vividly remembered the sound of your voice, the shade of your lips.

The shade of your lips, drenched in his blood.

Leon cringed at the thought. It was monstrous, disgusting, it was terrifying, but in a way it was right: He'd gotten himself 'entangled' with you when he tried to attack you, and you, quite frankly, showed him who was boss. And now, no matter how Leon twisted or turned it, no matter how he looked at the world around him, he kept seeing you.

He almost missed you. No, he couldn't, he wouldn't. You tried to kill him! But you didn't... You saved him.

Focus. Keep walking, Leon. You know what you saw, you're not insane, but now's not the time to think about-

Leon freezes. There you were, again, swimming in the sea of heads before him. He was on his way home from work, it being quite late in the evening, and among the vivid street-lights and shop-window haze, he could have sworn he'd seen you. Your height, your clothing. Your size, your figure. It all added up. This was wrong, this was terrifying. Kennedy's heart pounds in his chest, as if he hadn't seen 'you' four times already, in that same week.

Despite how foolish he was being, despite how dangerous it could be, he couldn't help but remain entranced as his legs brushed him swiftly through the hustle and bustle of rush-hour. His eyes were glued to his target as his body moved on instinct, using his hands to push through the crowd. He operated like some large predator, hunting unknowing prey, yet in this situation, you were the flame, and he was the moth.

Closer and closer he came to your form. Further, deeper into danger.

And then 'you' turn to almost face him.

He stumbles. He comes to a halt. Again, it was not you. Only a meter or so away from his mirage, he quickly turns back in the direction of his home, frustrated and humiliated. You were really intervening in his life like this. 'Showing up' at his place of work. Even during his free time, you hounded him. You'd stolen the keys to a room within his head, and he feared you'd never leave.

It wasn't just you now, though. Oh no. He trod with a newfound care through the swarms of commuters. He was even extra careful with his co-workers and the criminals he dealt with. Why? Well, no matter how they looked, be it the shade of their skin or the colour of their eyes. Nothing about their appearance or personality, or their voice or mannerisms could convince him that they weren't like you - a vengeful, blood-sucking creature. What if they were out to get him too? Had you sent them news of him?

Leon drowned in his thoughts as he stumbled home in the freshly falling rain. He felt sluggish, as though his flesh and muscle wore away beneath the falling tears, and promptly disappeared into the puddles which splashed beneath his feet. As he turned the corner to his street, he left the flow of people going about their lives, and made his way home to sulk over his own.

He felt miserable as he walked. Thinking of you seemed to draw this certain energy from him. It was as though each time, he felt this particular sense of fear or dread-filled adrenaline. He felt as though scraps of himself, of his confidence and of his willpower, were being washed down the drains beside him. He felt hopeless.

He also felt angry. He was angry that he'd tried what he had, but angry that you'd overpowered him so easily. He was angry that you'd gotten away, and that he'd lost you. He was slightly angry that you hadn't just finished the job.

But he was also pleased. He was pleased to be alive, pleased to have been taught an efficient lesson. He was pleased to have been saved from what could have been a horrible life.

He was stuck in a cycle of bittersweet emotions. He hated how grateful he was to you. And yet, he didn't even know you.

What he did know, he thought suddenly as he neared his home, was where you lived. And just like that, his feet stopped just by the walkway to your home.

You watch from the comfort of your sofa as a familiar figure comes to a halt on the pavement right outside your home. He's drenched, mind and body and he stands so, so still. He remains there against the barrage of the rain and winds, until his head rises to stare at your front door, bug-eyed.

To sum up your brain's patterns at this particular moment:

'Who is... oh my God, no-' You mouth to yourself in shock as you recognise the man outside your home. He was the officer who had violated you only a week or so ago, and now, he was outside your home.

You had a nasty feeling that how 'outside' he was was about to change as he slowly began to trail along the path towards your house. Racking your brains as to why he may be back, only one answer seemed to fit: revenge. That was it, he wanted revenge on you. He was going to attack you, and he knew what you were and how to do it. He didn't strike you as an idiot. He'd probably brought backup.

Hide. You had to hide.

You slid from your couch to the floor, hoping he wouldn't notice any movement through your blinds, before stalking off to hide within your own home, as if you were the trespasser. You take a position in one of the rooms within your main hallway, somewhere you can see the door, but where it's not easy to see you. You might have to ambush him, and anybody else he's brought.

In a way, it was like dealing with a bug or spider, and many of you may relate to this. Of course, there are some of you out there who just kill the bug, no big deal, no second thoughts. But for some, you're in a difficult position where you'd like to get rid of the bug and get it away from you... without hurting or interacting with it at all, really. And that's where you stood with Officer Kennedy. You had no intention of killing him, and feared this interaction may force your hand. So, how would you get rid of him... without either of you getting hurt?

'Knock. Knock.'

Bony knuckles tap your door. The sound seems timid, yet pronounced. He wants to be heard. You watch the dark shadow of his tall figure as it towers over the window on your door. You weren't scared of him, you just wanted to avoid conflict, right? And how better to do that, you thought, than just pretending you're not home.

You're not there.

"...Hello?" Leon's shadow grows larger as he leans into your door, seemingly trying to look or listen through the glass to see if anybody's in. He bends down to open your letter-flap, and peers in nosily before continuing "...Anyone home?"

You. You were home, but you didn't want him to know that. You remain silent, staring at the wall in front of you as you listened to his words. He sounded hesitant and shy, but also hopeful. He seemed to really want to see you.

You wonder if it would be so bad to invite him in, maybe to have a word with him. He seemed nervous and weak, and now you'd thought about it, you didn't even see him arrive in a car. He probably hadn't brought anybody. You hear the noises from outside quickly silence as he allows your door flap to close once more, entirely dejected. You share a sigh with him as he steps away from the door, disgruntled at his own foolishness. You, on the other hand, are relieved. You're glad he's given up-

"I just wanted to talk", his muffled voice sounds through your door, apprehensive. Some feeling of shame gnaws at you. You barely have any impression of him, and despite it possibly being an act, he seemed so much more respectful and destitute than the last time you'd spoken. You slowly approach the door, feeling heavy and sluggish, as though you'd regret it.

"Are you alone?" You probe, cautious yet firm. His shadow freezes mid-back-away, and you can just about see his wide eyes through the rippled glass.

"I... am... I'm alone..." He seems unsure if he could even hear you, or if he was truly insane. There's a long silence as he stands outside obediently, patiently, whilst his clothes are soaked through amidst the downpour. Well. The jig was up now, he knew you were home. You padded slowly to the door, latching the chain on the door so it could only open a little. That little was enough to take in his appearance.

The officer was disheartened, and innocent looking, like a lost puppy. His soft blues occasionally made contact with your own, glancing up at you, down at the ground and then back up at you. He appeared tired, physically and mentally, silver mane glued to his face by the rain that dripped from each tussle and lock. He was timid, fiddling with the button on his flashlight, and something in the twitch of his lips indicated that he felt as sorry as you did.

"Promise you're alone?" As soon as Kennedy nods, you close the door to unhook the latch and let him in. He's bashful, looking at you to make sure it's ok, and once he's inside and the door is shut behind him, he just stands there, watching you. He looks fearful, but also vacant. He seems to have no idea what to do or say. Meanwhile, you knew what to do with him.

First things first, as it were. You gently reach forward and remove his sopping coat, hanging it on your door to drip dry. He remains still, unmoving as you remove his hat, his new, replacement hand cuffs, his gun and his radio, placing them behind you, just out of his reach. He seems entirely tranquil as his view follows each of your movements, voiding him of the instruments he'd need to survive you.

He doesn't speak, he barely moves. Mostly, he sways back and forth a little, weakly, lost in either deep or no thought as his eyes flicker and his lips twitch.

To put it lightly, Leon looked as though he'd lost a water-gun fight, badly, to about a hundred kids. His clothes and shoes were soaked right through, and he continued to drip.

"Why are you here?" You break the silence, dragging Leon's eyes to your face at speed. He blinks a few times, as if he'd just been dazed by some bright light, before opening his mouth to speak.

"I... don't know." His voice is soft, timid, as though he feared speaking might prompt you to attack him.

"You don't know??" You almost feel annoyed. Could he be lying now? Instead of admitting that he'd come to kill you or get revenge? You eye him, watching him shiver under your glare. He flinches at your words, and swallows hard. "What do you mean: you 'don't know'?" You pry further, before regretting your words as his eyes narrow and he shies further away.

"I just... I just wanted to see you again", his voice cuts through a particularly bitter silence, just as you were thinking of apologising. He seems to be thinking hard about his next words, about his next move. He's planning carefully. He can't attack you, but he's ready to try and run if need be. "If you want me to leave, I can do that." His voice, a gentle whisper, lulls you into a sense of pity.

You can't help but feel bad for him. It was clear he was scared, intimidated. Was he being truthful? Had you charmed him in some way, and he just couldn't resist you? You knew it was possible, it's a feeding instinct to charm your prey so that they'll return for you to finish the job, but you didn't remember doing that to Leon.

"No. Look - just wait there." You ease him, watching him to get a sense for whether he'll obey. You rush to your room to find him something warm and cosy. A hoodie? some sweatpants? They'll do nicely.

You head back to him, realising that he hasn't moved an inch, not to retrieve his gun, not to do anything. Still squinting, he turns to face you. That's when you realise he's not only squinting out of fear. As a nocturnal creature, you can see in the dark. He, however, can not. You get used to living in the dark, saves on the bills, and it hadn't crossed your mind at all that he had not gotten used to that.

You quickly go to turn the hallway light on, causing him to screw his eyes shut momentarily. When he opens them again, they focus on you, and then flutter down to the clothing you hold out to him. Hesitantly, he takes them. You offer him an empathetic smile, "Leon, you're going to have to use your words... It's alright, I won't bite." Your eyes meet and he smiles, grateful. You can't resist teasing him as he lets out a small relieved sigh "...yet." He tenses in response.

You turn, hiding your mischievous smile as you lead him to your bathroom. You tell him he can get changed there, and that he can just leave his clothes in the shower where it's alright if they drip for now. He nods gratefully, and, a while later, joins you on your couch, wearing your clothes. His hair is still damp and you have to tell him he can sit before he does so, but overall, he looks more ready to speak. In fact, he looks as though he's about to speak, and as though you can't stop him.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I did to you." He admits quickly, his voice hoarse and weak, "It was wrong. it was so wrong. Since then I- I can't get you out of my head. You're everywhere I look. Even now, I..." He trails off, voice wavering in desperation as his hands raise slowly towards you. "I can't believe-" he breathes, cut short as you gently take his hands in yours. He stares, eyes and mouth wide, petrified.

That was it, you'd been right. You must have charmed him in some way- of course he'd run right back to you. He might even be obsessed with you.

You could tell it wasn't just you he was afraid of. He must have felt like a prisoner in his own mind, he must have been suffering. You watch him, pitying as you slowly lower his hands to rest between the two of you, squeezing them reassuringly. His mouth closes and he swallows hard again. He nips his bottom lip once, anxiously.

"It's ok", you soothe, drawing his attention back to your words as he begins to breathe more slowly again "I understand, and you've learnt your lesson, right?" You ask, ducking your head slightly to look into his eyes. He nods eagerly in response before listening carefully to your next words, "I know you didn't have much of a reason, for coming back... you just wanted to. In all honesty, I think I charmed you. It's... something we do-" You're surprised to be cut off as Leon shakes his head quickly, protesting.

"No.. I don't think you did." he rasps.

"Sure I did, otherwise you wouldn't have come back, or kept seeing me"

"No. I had reasons to see you again. There was just a lot of them, and some of them didn't go together and I got confused, but I think I know now why I'm here." Words spilled from the officer's mouth as he tried his best to explain everything. Struggling, he didn't even know what he was trying to explain. Feeling sorry, again, you try and calm him. You give his hands another squeeze, and obediently, he falls silent. He watches, expectant.

"It's ok. You're not gonna die anytime soon or anything. We've got ages, just tell me what's on your mind, and we'll figure it out." You try and sound as genuine and sympathetic as possible, calming him. He takes a few shuddery breathes before continuing:

"I was really scared, at first. I thought I was gonna die..." He stares past you, deep in thought "And then I was angry." You flinch at his words, did that mean he wanted revenge now, after all? "But wait, I'm not angry anymore." He continues, seeing your change of face, "Really, I'm grateful. You could have killed me but you didn't... It's just like... I must have been.. about as scared as you were." He looks away for a bit, "Or as scared as you would have been, if you were human..."

There's a long quiet. All you can hear is the anxious shaking of Leon's leg, and his soft, quick breathing. He seems to be still piecing things together in his head. All you can do for now is listen- listen and wonder if he were actually under some kind of spell or not.

"This might sound crazy... But I think I believe in Karma now. I think you just... gave me what I deserved", his blue eyes meet yours, gleaming with some sort of hope, or excitement, "You stopped me from doing something... well, you stopped me going further and you taught me to never ever do it again. I'm not mad at you, I'm grateful, I wanted to find you to thank you-"

"I was gonna kill you, you know..." you cut him off unceremoniously, feeling the need to come clean before he continued worshipping you as some kind of saint. He stares forward, listening as you continue, "But I couldn't. I didn't want to."

"I thought so-", he surprises you, "You probably should have. That's why I came back!" He declares proudly, looking at you like a dog that's retrieved a stick.

"What?"

"Well.. I kept wondering why you didn't finish me off, and like, I kept seeing you, I felt like I was going insane, so not only did I want to thank you but I wanted to say... you know... if you wanna... finish me off, make sure I don't tell anybody, that kinda thing..."

If you squinted, really really hard, you could see a faint reddening on his cheeks and nose. The offer was certainly tempting, but you still really didn't want to kill him. You didn't want to let him make you hungry, but the subject was just too enticing.

"You want me... to bite you again?" Your eyebrow raises and your mouth hangs open in shock.

"Well look, here's the thing", he interjects, "I also wanted to ask if I was hallucinating.. Are you real?? Did you actually like, change and bite me?" his expression morphs into one of wonder. It seems as though he's decided he's probably going to die today, and having made perfect peace with that, he's decided to tick off his bucket list of admissions and and curiosities.

"It's true... You saw what you saw. Don't worry, we're kinda rare." His eyes widen in amazement as you speak, even more so as you mention being scarce. Maybe he's relieved that the world isn't as dangerous as he thought? No.

"I got lucky then..." he breathes, "Running into you..." Really, you're amazed by his positivity. He did seem so grateful that you, in a way, saved his soul. He would never be a perfect man, sure, but he was much closer to it now. Besides, who were you to judge?

You sit and speak with the officer for a while, comparing your lives, your jobs. You couldn't help but feel for him. Deep down below that one questionable choice he'd made, he was inquisitive and kind. He was also cute, and charming. The longer you spoke, the more you remembered that night. Your mind skimmed over the way he felt in your arms, the way he held you as you drunk from him. You thought again about how he tasted, how obedient he was...

You shake your head franticly having zoned out half way through a conversation about something or other, you didn't know anymore. He seemed confused, looking at you, wondering what it was you disagreed with.

He had no idea that what you were trying to disagree with was how much you wanted to sink your teeth into his flesh again. You wanted to taste him again. That offer of 'finishing him off' was starting to sound formidably good-

Suddenly, you stand. "It's been lovely speaking with you, but I think you should leave", you say firmly, looking at him. His expression instantly shifts to one of fear and sorrow, worried he'd upset you somehow. He stands too, to be polite.

"Why? What's wrong?" his voice is whiny and cautious again, shamefully, it catered perfectly to your predatory instincts. You stumble over a reason to give him, becoming more desperate as his change of manner has you falling more for him.

"I just think it's getting late... and you need to get home."

"Wh- I'm a grown man! I'm an officer! I can look after myself!" he pleads, pouting cutely. Not good, not good at all. Becoming a little more desperate, you argue back, hissing at him.

"We both know that's not true! Go on! Get home, it's late!" You repeat, striding towards him, flailing your arms in an attempt to spook him as you back him towards the door. You're not sure what physical changes occur unknowingly in your hungry stupor, but something seems to indeed freak him. He presses himself up against the door, too afraid to take his eyes off of you to open it and run.

"P-Please calm down!" He begs, "What did I do? Wh-" he doesn't even look at his weapons which are once again out of reach, but his sudden reluctance to be attacked by you confirms one thing: So much for 'finish me off, I want to die, I've come to say sorry' you sulk in your head. Really, you were grateful - it'd help you NOT eat him, and once you'd let him run away, he surely wouldn't come back... and that's what you wanted, right?

So why now, were you pressed against him, baring your fangs and staring into his frightened eyes? You were going crazy. You could feel his flustered heat on you. In truth, you'd missed him so much too: his scent, his taste. You missed his whimpers, his voice, his little breaths. And now, now, you were just going to let him get away???

Part of you certainly didn't think so.

You tried desperately to rationalise this. It was bad. He was scared. You should let him go before it's too late -

He grips your arms gently, stirring your thoughts. He's neither pushing you away, nor pulling you somehow closer to him. He's just holding onto you. It was too late. Your attention is drawn entirely to his earlier words: 'how he said you could have him. He'd missed you, he wanted you to have him. You were doing the right thing.'

You couldn't help yourself as you watched him. You could almost hear the apprehension and panic flowing through him. You could see the twitch in his veins. You saw how the lump in his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, dread devouring him. And yet, why didn't he run? Why wasn't he gone? Why hadn't he shot you?

You freeze, remembering, ironically, just how mortal you were.

"...Why aren't you running?" You mumble, barely able to get the words out for fear that as soon as your mouth opens, your fangs will find resort in his neck.

You step back and close your eyes as he lets go of you. Taking a deep breath, you do your best to sooth any murderous tendencies infecting you. It's difficult, but eventually, you feel a little more tranquil. A little less hungry. It helped not being able to see his sweet face, his scared eyes. So innocent, so-

Stop thinking about it.

Stop.

Opening your eyes, your first move is to lean right past him and open the door, pulling him out of the way so you can leave it wide open. Your eyes meet his, which hadn't left you at all the whole time. "Go on. Get out." You say, weakly. He looked hurt, and you started to feel bad. He probably had no idea what you were thinking, why you were so desperate for him to leave "I'm sorry- I just think it's best if you go now..."

You're a wolf, watching a sheep, doing your best to not leap and devour. He's a small, foolish sheep who does nothing but stand in front of you... And stare at you, with large doe-eyes. He might as well have been serving himself up on a platter as he stood there, timid, swallowing again. His fists were clenched by his side, and his face unreadable. You swore to yourself that if he didn't get out of that door in 5 seconds-

Gradually, he reaches backward, placing one hand on the door. Eyes locked in yours, he pushes it closed.

He's sealed his own fate.

You can't help yourself. This was the final straw, he had to want it. He had to want you to bite him. You'd given him plenty chance to get away. The look in his heavy-lidded eyes shows he knows exactly what's coming as you launch towards him. You wrap one arm around his waist, the other cups the back of his head to hold him still as you dig your fangs into him again.

He lets out a hiss of pain, which slowly melts into one of satisfaction as his strong arms rise to hug your torso, pulling you close to him. You're lost in the taste of thick iron as it spills from his throat. Unable to waste a drop, you're licking, slurping and sucking with animosity as he gently picks you up, slowly walking you back to your couch. You're in such a greedy daze that you barely notice his soft groan as he topples down onto the sofa with you on his lap, hugging you tightly as you drink.

"Thank you... for this" he grunts, burying his face into your neck lovingly, letting out a whine each time you suck particularly hard. He seemed to taste even better than last time, so fresh, so sweet. Maybe because he was willing. That was right, you couldn't believe that he'd given himself to you. The thought makes you feel warm inside, tingly and soft as you pull away for a while to trail messy kisses up his neck and jaw, licking him, teasing with your fangs softly before continuing to drink. He shivers, he groans and he tightens his grip on you.

You stay like that for a while, getting comfortable enough to straddle his lap as you drink from him. You ruffle his hair appreciatively and run your hands up and down him as you drink, overcome with giddiness and joy. This could get addictive, you think, but was it addictive enough to keep him around?

Listen, this fic is going so badly, but I think you, for reading it and putting up with it, have a right to decide just how evil you want to be, and so, are you going to kill Leon? Or are you gonna keep him around? :)

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He was just too sweet to lose. Besides, you thought, trying to stay just a bit evil, think of the power couple you could be! Think of the criminals he could bring you to eat! You giggle a little at the thought, causing the officer to pull away slightly. He stares into your eyes, displaying nothing but curious enamour. You shake your head at him and nuzzle back into his neck, and he relaxes back into you. He lazily tilts his head to the side, giving you easier access to him.

Each time your mouth or tongue connects with his neck, he lets out a soft sigh or shudder, and relaxes further into you. After while, he lifts and props up his legs, prompting you to fall into him and lay there. He's flirty and sweet even when you're feeding on him, killing him, and you can't help but be overcome by giddiness and affection as you near your fill.

You begin to lick at his neck, firmly, applying pressure until his wound finally closes a long while later. The whole time, he still embraces you tightly, snuggling into you affectionately. He probably has no idea whether he's about to live or die still, and yet, he remains loyal and caring, comforting you as if you're the intimidated one here.

You're drunk on his blood, shrouded in his scent and warmth, and quite frankly, you don't feel like moving at all. Instead, you curl up to him, lazily kissing his neck a few more times before balling yourself. His arms envelop you completely. He places a long, chaste kiss on the crown of your head, and like that, you fall asleep.

You wake up the next morning to your alarm.

Ughhh...

Time for work, again.

And like that, Leon was gone, again.

He desperately longed to see you again.

...Again.

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Leon wasn't a good man, and he certainly didn't deserve to be saved as such. Charm or no charm, he'd sealed his fate by coming back, and he'd further sealed it by staying. You bore your sharpened teeth further into his neck, delighting as his life flows faster and faster from him, bubbling and oozing down his neck and shoulder, faster than you can keep up. Maybe you'd been a bit greedy, admittedly.

He groans again in pain, and a glance at his face shows an expression of empty fear as he meekly comes to terms with his fate. He knows the end is near, for good this time. He's finally been saved, cleansed. All of the bad he's done is sure to be gone now, put to rest alongside him. Leon feels himself becoming weak, reaching upwards, he delicately hooks his hands onto your shoulders so he can keep you within his embrace in his last moments.

His breath becomes raspy as he wheezes into your ear, doing his best to remain quiet and patient. Silent tears fall from his eyes, and in his last moments of consciousness, he mumbles over and over "thank you... thank... thank you..."

What a way to go, you ponder darkly, as the flow of blood beings to slow down, bemusing you. A rookie, new on the job, full of life. He had the whole world ahead of him: money to make, lives to save, places to see, people to meet... Walked home one day in the rain, never to be seen again.

The clean up was... mundane, but it was well worth it.

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Hi!!! I want to apologise for this fic! It took a long time to get out, I suffered severe writer's block! Honestly I spent days on this puppy, and maybe it isn't even that good of a fic, I feel like I'm losing my knack for writing already! Thanks for the support and I'm sorry if it didn't go the way you wanted it to go! I added two choices, just incase! But I'm sorry again that the choice where you uhmmm send Leon on a one way trip to the afterlife is pretty short, it's not something I love writing about!!!! Also I don't really know how it works???

So sorry this fic sucked but PLEASE if you want something my asks and dms are SO open (I think>???) n we can talk properly about what you want there!!

again i'm so sorry about this I can't :skull:

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Ep 5 reactions

spoilers beneath the cut for s1e5 and minor spoilers for most of the books, but I censored the traitor's name. mostly positive tone.

ANNABETH SAW THE FUCKING FATES

"Im the last one to realize this aren't I" A LITTLE BIT

I love Percy admitting there he was really ONLY in it for Sally. Poseidon does ONE good thing and all of a sudden it's "wait I think the conspiracy to start war betten the gods is... important?" SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MEET REASONABLE PARENTING EXPECTATIONS? A certain god could be taking notes, specifically the patent of [REDACTED]

go off Percy with the emotional intelligence. A for effort

and an A PLUS to Annabeth for the sharing important info and being vulnerable.

I see that coat covering the bike seat. there's human skin on that thing, isn't there?

LIVING the portrayal of Ares as man-baby who starts twitter fights. average maturity level of anyone who likes war.

"there's no fear in you, is there?" STAWPPP

THEY KEPT THE MANHUNT PLOT🎉🎉🎉🎉 also the Gabe is Gabe-ing. Manipulate mansplain manwhore on the most literal level. except disney probably cut the womanizer bit.

the whole "Im immature as shit but my threats are real, I hold all the cards" THE GOD OF WAR IS GODOFWAR-ING

"can I walk them to the door" IS HE GONNA RUN FOR IT? they're really letting Grover miss out on this quest, huh? I mean I guess it makes sense. PLUS it means more Grover-exclusive scenes! MY BOYY

that's a lie. there HAVE to be corny movie nights at camp, right?

ALSO botl movie date, anyone?👀👀👀👀

is that? a JOKE I HEAR??? poking fun at Percy? a little. Genuine? ALSO TRUE. If you told me that "amusing" line was Liften from the book and I've just forgotten about it all five million times I read it, I WOULD BELIEVE YOU

Annabeth who complimented Circe's loom when Percy got cursed🤝 Annabeth who complimented Hepheastus when Percy got trapped

the way she says push before telling him what it is😭😭😭

WE'VE MET BEFORE. I'M 24. A FAN!? GROVER WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT

songs about feelings that was PERSONAL

*insert Coach Hedge talking about nature*

Annabeth asking what Ares need the kids for if he wants the bolt/thinks their quest means nothing🤝 Grover gaslight girlbossing : doing detective work under Percy's nose

OOOH good detail with Percy being caught up with all the "3000 year-old goss" because HIS MOTHER TOLD HIM hi sally i fuckign love u

"don't even try to tell me not to be weird about this" we love an honest queen. While I kinda miss book Annabeth being a bit stompy and whiny at this part, I do think that the show version suits its own characterization of Annabeth, saying whatever she thinks needs to be said.

this whole show, I've been able to see everything. episode five DO NOT be the one to let me down! PLEASE!

THE SONG omg i wasnt expecting that. miraculous movie flashbacks fr.

W CONVO. DOUBLEYOU CONVO. nothing to add. perfection.

Also. don't shoot but the song choice unironically fits Hephaestus's story.

SWIMMING

is that a giant gold naked statue of Hera? to taunt them for cheating on him? hypocrite.

"they like to ignore what doesn't fit their narrative" [REDACTED] APOLOGISTS TAKE NOTES.

also, SMOOTH AF

okay there's no way Annabeth doesn't know that story. there's ONE way to take a god's power and she doesn't know it? at least let them tell it in tandem! a little "Yeah I recognize the chair, what of it?" THEN let the touchy-feely boy present the bargain. AT LEAST.

SHE'S NOT LEAVING WITHOUT HIM

"do you need some help?" "FUCK OFF" that's Annabeth

in the one hand, I am not a fan of depriving Annabeth of her super wisdom hero moment. on the other hand, placing responsibility to fix things on the perpetrators instead of those kids from Season ONE queen shit, and showing people can change. slay, but PLEASE let Annabeth do some more puzzle shit!

THE SHIELD LOOKS SO BIG IN HER HANDS

THESE FUCKIGN TWELMVE YEAR OLDS

OH so [REDACTED] and Ares conspired to make sure the trio never makes it there, not just using the magic things that activate at a certain place, but also by DIRECTING THEM TO THE TIME FREEZE ON PURPOSE

TO SUMMON WHAT

that interaction. SO THEM

YOU KNOW WHO WHATTED THE WHAT

[blondchameleon]

🎵 Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby and I'm a monster on the hill. Too big to hang out, slowly lurching toward your favorite city. Pierced through the heart, but never killed 🎶 (anti-hero by taylor swift plays automatically when you go on sam's blog)

LIMA LOSER? OR IS THAT SAM EVANS? THEY MIGHT EVEN PASS FOR NICHOLAS  GALITZINE IN THE RIGHT LIGHT. THEY'RE TWENTY-ONE, BUT STILL STUCK IN LIMA AT MCKINLEY. THEY'VE BEEN CALLED THE CROWD PLEASURE, BUT PREFER TO BE THE NEXT BIG THING. MAYBE IF THEY FIX THEIR AESTHETIC AKA LONG NIGHTS SPENT UNDER THE STARS ON A BLANKET IN THE BACK OF A PICK UP, UNDER THE BRIGHT NEON LIGHTS WITH A CAMERA ROLLING TO A SLOW SMOOTH SOUNDTRACK, AND LONG DISTANT CALLS HOME TO A DEEPLY MISSED FAMILY THEY'LL GET THEIR WAY. WORD ON THE SHOW CHOIR BLOGS ARE THEY'RE IN NEW DIRECTIONS. SO GOOD LUCK TO THEM!

THE BASICS:

name: samuel jessica evans. 

nicknames: sammy, white chocolate, trouty mouth, blond chameleon or captain trouty. 

pronouns: he/him.

gender: cismale.

birthday/zodiac: may 21, gemini.

birthplace: knoxville, tn!

relationship status: single.

sexuality: pansexual, like deadpool.

occupation: “accountant” and part time exotic dancer, also an ex-model. you might've seen my junk looking as big as a car on the side of a bus in new york a couple of years ago.

sports/clubs: art club, astronomy club, digital media club, drama club, fight club, film club, gay-straight alliance, god squad, improv club, painting club, photography club. i'm also on the football team, go titans! and the swim and synchronized swim teams.

major/minor: digital media and visual communications!

languages: english, ASL, na'vi, very poor spanish.

social media handles: blondchameleon everywhere and uh, ifykyk about my other ones.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

height: 6'0''.

build: athletic??? and my abs can cut glass, absolutely ab-ulous!

eye color:  hazel.

hair color: blond and i don't dye it.

piercings: oh man, i got my nipples, tongue and ears pierced... but like, think teddy altman from marvel not grey's anatomy. but also specifically in his earth-616 era.

tattoos:  i have a firefly quote on my forearm, i'm fine on my inner elbow, i'm just starting a sleeve of comics and anime panels on my right arm and left leg, respectively.

other distinguishing features:  i got some birthmarks on my face?

style: homeless man, 12 year old boy, and a hooker!

PERSONALITY/INTERESTS:

traits: pretty much anything that fits a hufflepuff, so like loyal and creative, optimistic and i think i'm pretty funny and charming! i uh, might also be kinda stubborn and impulsive, according to my therapist.

likes: space, comic books, anime, chapstick, mountain dew and cool ranch doritos, avatar, star wars, lord of the rings, you know that kinda stuff.

dislikes: rude people (but i ain't hannibal okay), onions, pickles, losing, politics, math.

fears: being homless again or losing my friends and family.

skills: i can play the guitar and i can hold my breath for like five minutes underwater. i can fit my whole fist in my mouth too! i'm also pretty good at tying knots.

quirks: i bite my nails and talk in my sleep??? if i'm stressed out i also sleep walk?? i also do that thing people hate where i jiggle my leg when i'm nervous.

hobbies: doing impressions, playing sports and video games, i used to model a lot more than i do, but i think i like taking pictures more, playing the guitar and bass, especially for high road. i also dabble in paint and i love stargazing.

music tastes: ♪♫♬ listen... i like a lot of different stuff and some was just for work, but you can't hear something for so long and not enjoy it too. ♪♫♬

myers-briggs: it started with an e and ended with t? i think?

kinsey scale: it's a solid three, i know 'cause they taught me at pride a couple of years ago.

strengths: if you've seen me in the gym, you know. also i'm really working on my singing 'cause if i want to voice something on disney, i know i'm going to have to sing.

weaknesses: math. fuck math, fr.

My personality is like a radioactive asteroid, spend too much time with it and it could kill you.

[nervouscloudtheorist]

April 27th 2024

Dear Diary,

I MISSED IT. I MISSED WEEDING DAY. I AM SO UPSET WITH MYSELF.

Okay so I was feeling extra sleepy and not too well yesterday so I kinda slept in...for the entire day. I know I know, because when I woke up it was 6:00am TODAY. Uggghhhhhhh I am so upset. I wish there was a way for me to turn back time so that I didn't miss it. I couldn't even go into Leif shop today because I don't want to even talk about it. I was hyping it up to you, to Clay, to Chrissy, to Dierdre, to everyone really and when the day came I was the only one not there. So disappointing,

I don't even really have a good reason for it either. I was practicing my art skills so that I could better design clothes for Sable's sewing machine... I didn't even get far in it. I have nothing to show for missing Weeding day except my tears.

Back to my daily stuff before I continue with the self loathing....

Dierdre invited me to her birthday party on May4th which is awesome because mine is the very next day! Also it's the only birthday party I've been invited to so it's gonna be extra fun. I have to make sure I get her a really good gift. Probably something mermaid related?

Also T-Bone is leaving. I have a hard time being sad about it since I didn't really talk to him all that much but I hope that he finds a place where he can try all the food he wants like he was talking about.

I can't help but feel like a bad mayor...not just because I missed weeding day but because everyone keeps wanting to leave it feels like. I know I may sound super confident in my skills but deep down I'm worried I'm not doing great. I try to visit and talk to everyone but there are just some people I don't click with and I feel like as Mayor that should be kept to a minimal as possible. But much like how I can't go back in time, I can't change what has already happened. I guess like mom says, I can only move forward.

I checked on my turnip prices today and they were 111 bells. I remembered what Joan said about how they only last a week so I made sure to sell them and I want to believe that I made a profit but I cannot remember how much I bought them for. I will need to make sure that I keep a note of that tomorrow when I buy some more turnips cause you know me, I am all about making that bread. Not today though, I am pretty sad.

I spent a lot of time in the museum looking at the fish and realized, I still don't have that many fish here. I should really work on that if I want a place to sit when I am sad. I mean I have outside on the beach but that's not the same as watching fish swim by...

ALSO where is the club that Shrunk promised? It still hasn't been built. I wonder if he told me that it would take longer than normal projects and I just tuned it out because I was thinking about capturing that golden stag beetle. I was also thinking about buying a diving suit but that really doesn't help me when the ocean is still cold on the mainland.

I aldo found a few more Gyroids today. I think I'm on a roll with finding them now. I don't know why it took so long but it seems pretty fantastic to me. However, when I was going around looking for them, I fell into a pitfall. Sly was right there when I fell in so I feel like my suspicions that it is him are completely justified. It may have also been one that I personally planted but I'm not sure because I planted a few. He then asked me to get a cherry for him to eat after he didn't even help me get out of the hole. It is because of these things, I am confident the pitfall seed planter is Sly. Granted Ribbot walked by with a shovel...but that's not important. I am sure he was looking for Gyroids to give to Clay as well...

Regardless, I am going to run a full fledged investigation on Sly starting tomorrow. He can't keep getting away with this!

We will see what evidence I “dig” up.

-Finn

P.S. You know that was funny.

[practically-an-x-man]

I know it's not the point of the story, but idk... I kinda hope that Madison's parents know she's okay. I'm not saying they should see her again, just knowing that she's out there thriving. I just can't imagine losing both of your kids, so maybe the knowledge that she's somewhere out there would comfort them? Maybe not... maybe I'm reading into it too much.

Yeah, it's definitely something I've thought about before. A lot, actually. I keep going back and forth about how I want to approach it in the story.

The initial idea for the story eventually had Madison going back to her hometown, either as part of a mission that then gets sidetracked or as a genuine, intentional trip for her sake. I imagined her meeting back up with her parents, just to assure them that she's alright and has a home that makes her happy and everything. And maybe introducing them to Alex and the triplets too.

I kinda ditched that idea because it brought up too many loose threads. Would Madison want to go back, and would she even be able to look her parents in the face when she's still so guilty about Johnny? And what would happen next? They'd want her to stick around and catch up, even to come back home, and she would want to go back to the X-Mansion. I really don't see her having extended contact with her family, I think that would be really hard for her with how much everything's changed, but I don't think she could meet them in person without also getting into some larger contact if that makes sense.

I think the way I want to do it now is that instead of meeting them in person, she finally gets curious enough to call their home phone (this is the 60's so the number hasn't changed, and they still live in the same house). She tries a few times, and always either loses her courage and hangs up or nobody picks up on their end, but finally someone answers the call. And basically she just talks to her parents and assures them that she's alive and alright, she's happy, and not to worry about her. She kinda hangs up before they can respond, since she's afraid of what they would say, but at least she tells them.

(and if I do implement someone meeting with them in person, I kinda see it happening more subtly. Like they're in her hometown for a mission but instead of reaching out herself, Madison goes the opposite direction and throws herself headfirst into the mission because she doesn't want to let herself think about her family being just a few streets down.

And then Alex is like, standing in line to pick up coffee for an early morning mission, and he hears this older woman talking about her daughter that went missing. The conversation goes on and he realizes that they're definitely talking about Madison, it all lines up from the swim team to her brother to the fact that she's a mutant, so after he picks up the coffee he decides to walk over. He doesn't say a whole lot, but he assures her that Madison's alive and happy, and that he's looking out for her. Madison never actually has contact with them directly, but they do know she's alive.)

Sorry this answer got a lot longer than I expected

[zoroara]

🐱

You know a lot about animals, so what would you choose?

Okay well very clearly arco animals work differently than real animals. Some of them have abilities to them but others don't really appear to at all and though we do have one arco with an aquatic animal, Octopi are able to be on land for brief periods but not as long as Tako, so obviously that's also enhanced.

At this point, I think it would be wrong of me to not choose a type of shark. However let it be known I have several options under the table because in reality knowing a lot about animals will prevent you from ever choosing just one. So I'll leave the options under a read more here. But the Shark is just the default option because I assume you guys associate me with them a lot by now.

Now! For the moment we've all been waiting for! No it's not actually a big intimidating shark though maybe if he was uncursed he'd become a different species, Looks at leon not even looking like a chameleon: if it was uncursed i'd go with a shortfin mako shark with the same colouration as the cursed form for fun because lord knows amano never chose specific species for much.

These guys are so fun, being the fastest shark species and the 8th fastest sea animal. Their hunting method is to swim waaaay below their prey and then rocket upwards, targeting the tail so that even if they miss holding onto their prey the first time their means of escape are damages and make them easier to catch.

But for cursed form?

My beautiful baby boy the Epaulette Shark! these guys can not only walk with their fins but they can survive over three hours with only 5% oxygen with no ill effects even starting to begin. This is how they survive if they get trapped in tidal pools close to their homes. Also they're just real cute look at him.

As for the other options, If i was going for a bird i'd choose a Cinereous vulture.

Very large and excellent fliers most species of Vultures are made for long distance travel, Excellent for transporting my now tiny body. Additionally since I'd most likely be some sort of trained killer for Kawahira to have taken notice, very easy to dispose of bodies and feed my pet! Also just because I find it cute:

Many Vulture babies kinda look like they're wearing jammies cause they don't have many feathers on their heads.

If we're going more reptilian here, that's also really easy. A Komodo Dragon.

Not just because they're my favourite animal of all time, but also because of their strength endurance and Venom. They're very dangerous animals and you shouldn't mess with them. However they tend to be more ambush hunters. Additionally they also eat a lot of carrion so has the bonus that the vultures do.

Finally a mammal, after some consideration? A West African wild dog.

Now you may wonder why? This is an ouppy. You are correct, they're also incredibly efficient hunters within their pack an extremely violent to their prey to take down. Quick and effective guys targeting the throat and the soft underbelly of much larger prey they're even known to eat them while they're still alive, So you know! Extremely fucked up! But also sometimes you just want a violent ouppy.

[wolfsbanemanor]

[ 🏉 ] would you say they live up to their potential? are they trying to, or could they care less? When they were young, their father put a lot of pressure on them to do well in school. Especially Caleb, because Edward wanted Caleb to follow him into medicine someday. Edward wanted his family's Thing to be medicine, for generations to come. Lilith didn't want to be a doctor, she wanted to become a pro-athlete who was also a painter like her mother, and also to have at least 5 kids. She didn't care about getting straight A's, but she did want to become famous. The school psychologist called Caleb and Lilith "gifted," and said they had a lot of potential. It was important, she said, for Edward and Artesia to nurture that potential any way they could. If they did, there was no telling what Caleb and Lilith could achieve later on down the line. They were also under pressure from their father, and from his religious group, to be the best Watcherians they could be. To be "in the world, but not of the world." To honor the Watcher by memorizing their sacred tome, giving as much free time as they could to activities at their church/temple/whatever, making things, and staying on the straight and narrow. Edward would warn them a lot about things that angered the Watcher; he didn't want them to drown in a pool like his own father did. (I don't know whether Edward had been raised in the faith, or whether he became part of it later in life, but either way, that was a turning point that caused him to "lean in" to the idea of a Watcher that needed to be appeased, lest they meet the same fate.) He would drill them on passages from their Scripture, and lead them in prayer at dinner. He signed them up for youth group, and made sure the family attended worship service, always sitting in the front row, alongside the pastor's family. He was good friends with the pastor, and invited him and his wife over for dinner a lot. (Caleb noted that the pastor's wife never really seemed like she was happy.) In youth group, they were pressured to accept everything they were taught, without asking too many questions, and to live their life in the way they were taught was pleasing to the Watcher. When a girl in their class turned into a mermaid on a trip to Sulani, because she ate some strange kelp she found in a cave and then went swimming, they were pressured to stop talking to her. They were pressured to save woohoo for (heterosexual, monogamous) marriage, and not even think about woohoo until then. They were pressured to make a public declaration of faith, after walking through fire. If they did this, they were told, the Watcher would be happy, and would rain countless blessings down on them and their family. When they became vampires, Vlad went on and on about how they had the potential to be his successors. If only they'd follow his teachings. Lilith soaked it in, eagerly. She wanted to be stronger, and to live the glamorous vampire life she'd read about even though her father told her not to. For his part, Caleb tried to make it work following Vlad's teachings, just as he'd tried to make it work as a Worshipper of the Watcher. But there were things he was expected to do that he didn't want to, like biting other Sims whether they liked it or not. He also trained up his sun immunity, because he missed walking around in daylight (and also being a creature of the night made living a "normal" life a lot harder.) He was at odds with Vlad a lot. Vlad heaped praise on him when he turned Inna Cents (he'd lost control of his Thirst, and turning her was the only way to kinda sorta save her), but he didn't feel like he deserved it, at all. He knew he had the potential to be like Vlad, and worse, Miss Hell, and that troubled him greatly. Every time he bit someone, he'd picture Inna Cents nearly dying in his arms, or Miss Hell laughing as she walked out of that bathroom, leaving him bleeding out on cold, dirty tile to be found by a mixologist after closing. He couldn't keep (un)living like this.

[forgotteneabha]

ok so imma get mr rian out of the way first -- @forgottenrian is tryna balance security w rationality so yeah i think and im gonna @forgottenfiona there's probs effectively a check in/out situation w the guards etc for the lorcans and callearies and if they don't return when they say there's a big search and probs some big to do and penalty and a tightening up of future liberties etc, and what w those prisoners going missing, they probs now have guards who trail discretely after them (i think eabha has managed to lose them multiple times and -- not to speak for your characters -- but id imagine the twins too! tbh idk that its that hard to do and i do think that's by design hahaha but at least ~nominally he can report to the varmonts that they're being watched etc) but also rian def wants the callearies and other astairan lords to vote rian for king etc so he's walking a tricky tightrope here bc yeah roderick would quite literally have his head if things went too badly re: lorcan and its charges bc he'd be like 'this is clearly astairan treachery' etc and yeah!! #facepalm

awwww lil percy <3 stop that's cute! but omg i love picturing all our kiddos as children running around having the stupidest, best time on the sea shore <3333 i feel like they probs spent sm time running around the beach and exploring the caves and caverns there and searching for shells and fossils (she for sure tried to rope all her friends into this as a kid hahaha) and swimming and probs telling e/o various fairy tales abt hanthom and malconaire and all of that! i don't think eabha felt that way abt percy but, yeah if she even knew abt it (in that it was super early on and he was v shy abt it she might've just thought that was just him coming out of his shell etc and not thought much of it beyond that), she was def super sweet abt it bc mostly she just wants everyone, but esp her friends and family, to be happy! i do think, in general, she was a good natured and cheerful but also kinda srs lil kid w a big stubborn streak, and learned to laugh a lot more as she got older, and i do think playing w this gang of other kids was a big part of that!

and yasssss! i agree! i think eabha can be a lot in her own unique way (just ask finn ;D) but also she's super loyal and i def think she makes a point to check in w him whenever he can esp since id imagine his brother was another playmate, and she's probs aware of what happened to him and yeah!! she has no clue had she'd get through losing her dad, like???? tryna do that w/o her siblings all around her?!!?? she can't even imagine!!!!!!! and she wnts to ensure she does her part to make sure he's doing ok despite it all esp since she doesn't even know he's got the uhhhh ~support system if you wanna call it that kldsjfkljdaskjfskdjf that is the revolutionaries, going on hahahaha

OOC | Eabha & Percy

ok so im guessing??? that since the callearies played w the malconaires and lorcans as kids, these two grew up together? eabha def thinks he's a cool dude, and she def asks after the ~true staffords (rian can suck it!) whenever she sees him, and is really grateful that he's still there where he can look in on them from time to time, bc she really worries that one day they're gonna wake up and eilia and aria will have suddenly and unexpectatedly have contracted a terrible illness and died during the night!!!! and it def wasn't poison!!!! it was just suspiciously ~like poison but it was def just an illnesss!!!!!! (etc) but yeah knowing that there're loyal astairans still there is a comforting thought!!! not that percy could do much if roderick ~did decide to kill the staffords but still! its smth!

anyway!! i think eabha can really relate to percy re: outwardly chill but much more turbulent than you'd think underneath it all! still waters running deep and all that! tbh idk how much they realistically see of each other -- are the callearies ~allowed outside of lorcan, btw, or do they have to ~sneak out any time they wanna leave?

[sonianvmd]

thh characters with a crush on you

warnings: none, maybe some swearing but otherwise nothing major

oH and mentions of murder and death but this is danganronpa so im going to assume u expected as much

a/n: so we kickin this blog off with a bang, writing for LITERALLY THE ENTIRE TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC CAST LMFAOAOAOAO (excluding hifumi, yasuhiro, and the two despairs doe bc i’ve already made that clear)

also some character’s sections are shorter than others im sorry i just couldnt think of as many bullet points for them *tiktok cry emoji*

edit: I FORGOT CELSESTE FU K SORRY

spoilers under the cut!!

★ 彡 ★ ミ ★ 彡 ★ ミ ★

makoto naegi

when he realizes he likes you, he doesn’t necessarily panic or anything, but he does get nervous

nervous around you, that is

y’all saw how he was with sayaka

if he says anything that might sound intimate then he’ll immediately rephrase it or reassure he didn’t mean anything by it

he really only does have good intentions but his wording just kinda flops sometimes

he appreciates how you listen to him and value what he says

you don't make him feel dumb or inferior compared to a bunch of ultimates with actual talents

he’ll muster up the courage to tell you eventually

let’s hope his luck comes through 😁

byakuya togami

now when THIS man realizes he likes you, he a bitch nigga bout it 😐

he can't believe he fell for a common plebeian such as you

but it was hard not to

the way you preferred to get to the point

the way you were aware of your situation and didn't sugarcoat how you felt about it, although you certainly were nicer with it than him

he's ruthless

anyways

you knew your priorities and spent no time trying to use your resources

he noticed how much you had in common; in you, he saw himself

and we all know how this mf feels about himself 😐

he’ll be quick to defend you in class trials

he won’t realize he’s doing it but he just subconsciously protects you

but just because he doesn't notice it, don't mean the rest of the class brushes past it as well

yeah they on his ass LMFAOO

kyoko kirigiri

kyoko is very good at keeping her composure so she won’t be very obvious

she’ll probably just hang around you more

she’ll also defend you in class trials, calmly

“oh, it couldn’t have been [name]. i remember seeing them in their dorm around the time the murder took place.”

hifumi probably finna say some dumb shit like “aye what was you doin in their dorm doe” but anyways

she finds you respectable

if you have anything to contribute, she’ll let you take the floor

when she tells you, she’s very composed, but also very indirect LMFAO

she’s not too sure on how to express her interest in you but maybe she’ll go about it like “well, [name], now we’ve made it here, would you like to step back into the world with me?” or somethin else along those lines idk

take her hand

pls

toko fukawa

y’all know her whole “master togami” shtick

yeah so 😁😁😁😁

no but fr, toko ofc still has her borderline stalkerish 🧍🏾‍♀️ tendencies

she’ll often find herself staring at you, either in the library or in the morning meetings everyday at breakfast

but she isn’t as straight forward as she is with byakuya

i actually think she’d be mad shy and non confrontational

the whole thing she kept up with him ? yeah, never again

if you approach her first then she’ll be able to get a few words out but for most of the conversation, she’ll just nervously play with her braids

you’ll most likely put two and two together

unless ur a makoto kinnie bc then you’ll have to wait till someone else puts it in place for u but anyways

if you decide to approach her about it, you’ll kinda be backing her into a corner bc she’s just bad at deflecting things lmao

she’ll eventually confess (begrudgingly but hey i mean its better than nothing)

expect much stuttering and a gesture like giving you a small gift

and not to be that writer that uses japanese terms in english writing but toko seems like a tsundere but not really if that makes sense?? so she’d probably shove it in your hands and if you try to say something then she’ll just try to play it off as not a big deal lol

calls u a baka 😍😍

aoi asahina

i know y’all all see how she is with sakura

yeah.

aoi is the kind of person who’d like to spend time with their crush rather than shy away from them

she values you and your friendship very much

bring her donuts

just trust me bring her donuts

she doesn’t really realize she’s into you like that for a while but believe me, she is, the whole time

and yeah i think she’d be nervous to tell you bc that’s just natural but ultimately she’d be cool about it

uh oh looks like we goin for a swim

sakura ogami

similar to kyoko, she’s very calm

despite her big and bad appearance, she really is a sweet girl

she cares for you and your well-being very much

will indeed go on x games mode for you

the way she tells you is very sincere and well spoken

kith her

naow

im sorry this is like the shortest one i couldn’t think of much for her 😔😔

leon kuwata

flirtatious ass mf

and he’s lightskin

so this just cannot go well

y’all know that bit where it’s like the guy yawns and stretches his arms up and then wraps one around your shoulder

yeah that’s literally him LMFAOO

he’s very confident

he was fairly well known with the ladies at his old school so you know he’s rhockin wit it ‼️

but

you feel.. different than usual ??

those girls were just lil flings n dates bc he was nice enough to accept their confessions and it boosted his ego anyway so it was a win win

but you

he was genuinely interested in you since he had saw you the first time

he didn’t just acknowledge your appearance

he learnt about your personality and your hobbies and what you liked and such, and he really cared and wanted to hear you talk about it all

he felt the need to really make an effort to show you how much he respected and had affections for you

he doesn't tell you in a grand way

probably just asks you out to a movie or somethin

he's chillin

mondo owada

you know

for being the biggest, baddest, most respected biker gang leader

or just for being in a biker gang period

mondo’s a huge softie lol

yeah he gets violent but he’s a sweet guy who cares about and is loyal to his friends

so mfs need to be nice to you

or they gettin whooped

when he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels, he thinks over his words and he’s all confident there’s no way you’d reject him but then he sees you in the halls and goes 🧍🏾 LMFAOOO

he’ll push through but it’s like he’ll walk up to you and look away from you because he refuses eye contact and just go

“so y/n, would you wanna.. tch.. come to a drive-in movie with me or somethin’?... dumbass.”

real smooth mondo i think you got em good job

please tease him LMFAOO it’d be so funny

he’d probably yell but you can tell he’s not mad so you just keep going with it

but once you’re done tormenting him, you do agree to the movie, don’t worry 🙏🏾

also mondo would call his s/o doll

that is all

chihiro fujisaki

my fav dude in a dress <3

chihiro would be quite shy, but that’s just how he is tbh so no surprise there

he’s very kind so he’d check up on you often just to see how you are

he cares about you v much

the way he confesses is one that consists of a red face as he offers you a box of candy or something similar

and he’d feel honored that you reciprocate his feelings

he’d be very scared to tell you his secret but once he does, he’s delighted to hear it doesn’t make any difference to you

he doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you

not only because woooo they like me back but also because you like him despite,, well everything about him LMFAOO

sweet lil boy

i’d feel like he’d talk about you to alter ego a lot

and when u meet the program for the first time, he’s like “oh! you must be [name]! master’s told me all about you :)”

sobbing i miss him

kiyotaka ishimaru

okay here’s the thing

if taka were to like someone

i can’t tell whether he’d be more strict because he doesn’t want them to get in trouble (and also so it would hopefully divert any suspicion that he DOES like you since he treats you the same as everyone else, only more)

or if he’d hold back more because he favors them LMFAOO

so imma write a lil bit for both

in the case that he was even stricter:

he’d prefer to be around you because he believes the best way he can make sure you stay out of trouble is to make sure you don’t get into any in the first place

of course it’s impossible to monitor you every second of every day but he does his best to make sure you’re doing well

if he sees you do anything out of line, he’s shutting that shit down IMMEDIATELY

but in the case he let up:

he’d still lecture you but noticeably less than the other students

if your feet were resting on top of a desk, he’d ask you to move them and then leave you alone rather than yell at you and forcibly move them himself

if you notice his behavior towards you in comparison to the other students do not tease him about it he will go as red as his eyes /hj

either way he’s confessing to you with a polite but exaggerated bow while holding out a well thought out letter with both hands

sayaka maizono

she will tell you

idk why but i feel like she’d be straight up lol

she’d make sure she’s sincere

she is the ultimate pop idol and all so she wants to make sure you know that she really does like you and isn’t playing a sick joke on you or anything

ok bc

while i do think she’d tell you

i’d feel like she’d be a little indirect just to see how you feel

like she’d give you a free ticket to one of her upcoming concerts with a kind smile

and naturally, you're like :o

and of course you come to support her

and seeing you smile at her from the crowd and cheer her on was the encouragement she needed to push her to ask you out

for real this time

she asks if you wanna come to a concert with her and ur like “oh yeah i love ur shows!!” bc ur dumb and then she’s like “no i mean.. for another artist” and eventually it hits you that she’s asking you out and ur like “oH YEAH YEAH SURE THAT SOUNDS GREAT YEAH OK” LMFAOO

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i really hope that this is good LMFAOO this is my first time writing for dr so 😃👍🏾

fun fact i finished toko’s section first and taka’s last 😁😁

and i’d like to thank @mius-imagination @bloodygir n the rest of the discord for helping me figure some of these characters out *simultaneously whips and nae naes*

bye ive been working on this for like weeks this took forever

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edit: here’s a deleted section bc i kept blanking for this character 😍

[twillightteaparty]

Happy Halloween you lovely duo! :) May I request headcanons for the Seduce Me incubi going on a cruise with their S/O who's a cop?

Seduce Me Boys With their S/o on a Cruise!

James

If his S/o didn't have a schedule or plan going into this, he most certainly does. he'll even print out and laminate the schedule if ya want him to-

definitely a "we have to finish this up or we'll be late for the dinner and show" etc etc. never a moment's break. at least I can say all the things planned are fun and enjoyable!

no, you can't talk him out of doing everything he's planned, I'm sorry, he's put a lot of thought and love into this, and he's made sure there are things you both like to do. don't hurt him by throwing out the schedule, please.

I promise at the end of this busy hectic time, there is more than enough time for cuddles and relaxation <3

Erik

Also a man with the plan, but you can at least talk him out of it this time. because he just wants to hang out and have fun with his S/o.

and if that means spending most of the time at the pool and hot tub then who is he to complain, am I right?

though if there is a dance hall or anything you are obligated to one dance with him, no if's and's or but's about it.

this was just yet another elaborate way to allow himself to spoil his S/o and shower them in affection. teehee

Sam

just kinda wants to vibe, I imagine it's you guys walking around a lot and going oooo thing let's do thing, they have blank? omg! fantastic!

wants to eat all of the food, just like wow this is bad or wow they managed to impress me. him and his S/o become food critics the whole trip

definitely would be okay if plans get thrown out the window and you two end up staying in your room hanging out or something.

anything to just sit down and relax for a moment's rest. shared peace between too people is always been nice for him.

Matthew

You guys are here for the arcade hall, any and all of the cool gaming systems they have. you can't forget the laser tag. there is just so much to do but not enough time!

you can't even fit in some time to go for a swim or sleep - there are games to be played before they're never seen again but the light of day!

you guys almost forget time passes when your having fun and have to pull away from the games to take a nap. just a little one, to get in those nice soft cuddles.

once it's over you spend some time together and cry over the very missed arcade games, gone but not forgotten <3 all in all a good time well spent having fun.

Damien

the best time with this dude because he's just here for a good time! always knows what you guys should do next to enjoy yourselves.

Always knows when to stop to go to eat something so you don't have to worry about having too much fun and then being hungry.

doesn't want to stay up all night doing all the things, will probably try to get you to go to bed at a reasonable time.

all in all a 10/10 experience because he knows how to balance fun and basic needs really well.

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I feel so bad, because this was sent around Halloween, and I get to write this a week into November or so, knowing that it won't be coming out till the first Monday of December because I already have stuff qued for the rest of November. . .

anyways, I myself Had a delightful Halloween, I hope you did as well. I shall now also take the time to say Happy whatever winter holidays to everyone!

Signed,

Admin Tea

P.S. Maybe. . . I should start posting twice a week. . .