#say what you want about Twilight but Bella's Lullaby was really pretty to listen to; okay?

[lacunafiction]

I feel like part of the reason that a lot of us who got the Waiter to call us lambkin feel so many red flags at it is because the Waiter kinda gives off predator vibes, and lambs are prey. But, if viewing it through a predator sees prey lens, we aren’t just any prey, we’re small/young prey, which means we’re prey that can’t defend itself. Absolutely zero threat, and possibly completely unaware that there’s any danger at all.

Then again I may be over analyzing but I’m also pretty sure there’s no such thing when it comes to them

*peeks at something in Book Two where the W says something special to their Lambkin* Interesting. 👀

This part in particular stood out to me: "Absolutely zero threat, and possibly completely unaware that there’s any danger at all." I feel like many of the Lambkin readers may allow their MC to have a degree of innocence or being a touch naive/too trusting (respectfully), while they themself can sense something isn't adding up with the W. It can create a really unique dynamic! I do like your analysis of this; I can see how some of the descriptions of the W's body language and how they hold themself coiled/readied could reinforce this power dynamic.

But what if they think the lamb is worth protecting from other predators (e.g. the Lion and the Lamb)? Or maybe it's all a guise and it's a bit of a wolf in sheep's clothing type of thing? Who knows. >:]

Best wishes! 💚

[lizzy-williams]

𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 (𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐔) 𝟓/?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝐀𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✥ Warnings: SMUT, gore, blood, you know the drill. 

✥ Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D30iJ4d6Aio

Bella’s Lullaby by Twilight Soundtrack (slowed)

((Oop, looks like it’s wake up time 🤭))

masterlist

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 motionless body as you laid there on the bed. Any minute now. At any minute you would wake up, and he could truly be with you. Tell you how much you meant to him, and how much he missed you just for those several hours you were out. 

He watched you closely, laying down on his side right next to you, his head propped up on his elbow, watching your face for any sign of movement. Time ticked by. Colson knew you were going to wake up, but there was still that fear he might lose you. 

Suddenly he caught sight of something. Your finger twitched, and soon your hand, and then your feet. 

And then your eyes opened. They were a beautiful shade of rose, the deep color almost hypnotizing to your lover, his form sitting up as he watched you look around. 

You were of course confused, anyone probably would be, but you were surprisingly calm. And the first thing you focused on was the man next to you. 

“Jesus,” he said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in, “Fuck, thank god you’re awake.”

You still hadn’t said a word, just taking in everything. You felt Colson’s skin, and you two had the exact same body temp, and looking at your own skin, you almost jumped back. It was beautiful. 

You pulled back, a confused expression dawning on your face. You looked around the room some more, seeing things you hadn’t seen before and sensing things you didn’t think you could. 

You thought about where you were and what you remembered last. Your skin started to crawl. You remembered Rook... and what he had done. Wait. Did Colson really-? Did he-?

You got up and stood in front of the mirror. You were in nothing but a white tank-top and sports shorts. But so much had changed. You looked in the mirror and almost didn’t recognize yourself. 

Your skin was clear, your body slimmed up. You finally saw one remaining detail. Your eyes. And that’s when you knew what Colson had done. He had done what he said he thought he would never to. 

He turned you. 

You were now one in the same. 

You turned to Colson, his eyes shifting over you as he patted his hand on the mattress, giving you a look that read ‘come sit.’

You hesitantly sat down, looking at him as you messed with your hands. You felt like the girl in the stupid rom-coms where she would get a makeover. The girl who would take off her glasses and somehow became breathtakingly beautiful. You had to say, you did look pretty good. 

“Listen, I know that you probably have a lot of questions...,” his icy blue eyes met your garnet ones, “And first, I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry, baby?” these were the first words you had said. You placed your hand cupping his cheek.

“I wasn’t there.” he simply replied, guilt seeping through his words. His head began to hang lower as his back began to slouch. 

He suddenly leaned into you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he cried, pulling you into his lap as you wrapped your legs around his torso. He was relieved you were here but furious at the circumstances. He never meant to put you through the process of becoming immortal. 

His body clung tightly to yours, the fears of him losing you washing away. You two were finally okay. You were free from sickness and the other burdens of life. 

His head hung in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped around you all the way as your fingers danced in his hair, soothing him. He turned his head and gave you a kiss on your jaw. 

“I thought I lost you,” he muttered, pulling back a little but only to look at you.

As your eyes met, you felt yourself more drawn to him than you ever had been before. You felt your pupils get a tad bit wider. 

“I love you,” he whispered, his hand taking one of yours. 

His eyes searched yours in some sort of response. You felt his hand trail up and down your back, making your lips curl up slightly. You were about to tear up. This was all you ever wanted to hear. 

You finally meant something to him. You always did. 

Your lips slowly met his, the kiss soft and plush as you held each other close, his hands messing with the hem of your shirt, your hands messing with his. He deepened the kiss, only pulling apart to take your shirt and his off, discarding them in some unknown direction. 

He kissed up your now clear neck, a sensation that made his heart flutter and his fingers tingle. The only time he had ever felt your skin so clear was when he had first met you. 

You tilted your head back slightly back as you felt him drag his tongue along your throat, whines escaping your lips as you pull your lower body closer to him. 

Colson was loving every bit of contact, detaching his lips from your neck and his hands messing with your shorts, working on pulling them down along with his. Now you two were completely nude, drinking in the sight of each other’s bodies. 

You two had seen each other nude before, but that was only in moments of lust. But now you were finally looking at each other in a different way than before. Now passionate and heartfelt. 

Every bit of you was complete perfection, and Colson wanted to devour you on the spot. You then resumed your position in his lap, straddling his folded legs as his hands and fingertips danced across your skin.

Your lips met his once more, a groan vibrating through his body, making you whine, unintentionally and subconsciously buck your hips against him, letting out a low whine. 

This only egged Colson on more, your lips still together, his hands going up and playing with your breasts. 

“What do you want, love?” he muttered, his hands harshly grasping at your breasts, the skin on skin contact already enough to make him want to take you in every position.

“You.” You purred, leaning your forehead to make contact with his, your eyes making direct contact, “I want all of you.”

You didn’t have to say another word before he flipped you over, his long body looming over yours, arms on both sides of your head as he leaned down to kiss you again. 

Suddenly you felt a quick ‘pop’ emit from your mouth making Colson pull back. You were confused for a second, wondering if something was wrong. 

Then you realized what it was. It was your fangs. Newly grown in and white as snow. Your tongue grazed over them, stifling a laugh as you did, Colson’s pupils now completely blown.  

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growled, leaning down once again and roughly kissing you once again, your hands flying to his hair as he peppered your jaw with kisses, muttering out praise and curses of affection. 

You felt him lining himself up, planning on taking it slow. You wanted this, and you knew that he wanted this too. He gave you a quick look, and you nodded, your doe eyes looking into his. 

He slowly lowered himself into you, little by little as you both gasped as he went farther and farther. Soon, he was all the way inside. 

It felt fucking amazing.

“You feel so good, baby,” he breathed, beginning to move, wanting to savor this. 

You only moaned in response. You finally decided to do something that you never would have dreamed of doing before. You flipped both of you over, Colson still inside of you. You sat proudly on top of him, his fangs popping out in a fit of elation.

He loved seeing you above him, a beautiful creature that he created, sitting beautifully on top of him. You were everything he could ever want and more. 

You started you move on top of him, causing both of you to throw your heads back in a fit of ecstasy. You chased the feeling, your speed progressing more and more, your sounds of pleasure getting louder and louder. 

Soon you were bouncing up and down on his shaft violently, both of you moaning out as you both were fucked out. Colson suddenly grabbed your back, pushing you down as he planted his feet flat on the bed, using it as leverage as he began to pound up inside of you. 

“FUCK!” You cried out, pleasure clouding your vision, your senses consumed by rapture as you felt yourself become close. 

“God, babygirl, this pussy was made for me, fuck.” he groaned out, never faltering in his strides as you held tightly onto him, “Are you gonna cum soon, dove? Are you gonna show me how amazing I can make you feel?” he whispered harshly into your ear.

You whimpered out, nodding your head quickly, the knot in your stomach becoming more and more constricted. It wasn’t long till you were on the edge, and Colson could tell, reading your body language like an open book. 

“Come on, baby, cum for me, I wanna watch you as you cum on my cock,”

His words were the thing that pushed you over the edge, your core tightening around his shaft like a fist, loud mewls, and whines of pleasure. 

Your legs shook as you leaned down onto his body, his own orgasm taking hold making him let out curses and groans of your name along with praise. 

You rolled off of him, now on your back, your eyes wandering over the ceiling as Colson watched you, taking in your body and thinking about everything that just happened. You looked so beautiful right now, the after-glow of rapture making you so much more radiant. He wanted to take a picture so he could look at it forever. 

Your eyes met his, a smile crossing both of your faces. You two finally felt like you were a couple. A real couple, and you two were in love. You loved him before he loved you, but you were willing to wait, and when he realized that, words couldn’t describe the intense emotions he felt. 

“So, I’m like you now, huh?” you joked, shifting closer to him, 

“I don’t know what I want to teach you first...” he muttered. 

“We have time,” you assured. 

“A lot of it.”

You knew you loved each other. And you were finally his. Now and forever.

(( Y’all are way too nice to me, I’m starting to write like crazy just to simp for you guys and I’m starting to lose my sanity-)

[elysicndrcvm]

━♡ guess the 23 YEAR OLD FEBRUARY baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because CHU EUNHA is just as BEDAZZLING as the month of FEBRUARY. wait, why do they remind me of JACOB BAE? beyond that, they seemed JOYOUS and SAVVY upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of DELICATE and QUIXOTIC though. i hope they get acquainted here in COMPLEX 1 / APARTMENT 0215 / FLOOR 3 ; HE seem(s) to have a lot going on with HIS job as a PATISSERIE OWNER/NUTRITIONAL SCIENCE STUDENT. ( ez, 21, she/they, gmt. )

     well hey there !! im ez but you fellow dallyeogers can call me ezzy, i have been in dallyeog before so some may remember me as having someone v different to my new bb i bring u now, i joined before with miss tam carmen !! anygays i return with this lil angel who i am all ‘ i say that’s my baby and i’m proud ’ over already even tho i literally came up with him like two days ago. you can find his pinboard here ( which btw i fuckeN love like he’s so aesthetic to me u go king ) and i made him a lil playlist which u can vibe to here. you can learn more about him under the cut but he’s a super soft-hearted gentle dove of a muse and quite...simple for me ?? sdhdh that’s not the right wording but U GET IT djjflg he isn’t super full of angst or trauma he’s just kinda viBIN livin his best life so that’s fun !! but ye without further ado: 

so as u kno from his app he owns a patisserie, it’s his lil babey and he is very dedicated to his craft and makin sure all his ideas for the place and the baked goods he sells are like rlly quirky and avant-garde. like he is so passionate about it u dont even KNOW, he tries to make sure most of the stuff on his menu is something like fun and new u wouldn’t get at just any old patisserie or cafe and that it’s super varied and also kinda aesthetic af? the place is very like trendy. it’s called patisserie d’elysian cause ya know he’s an extra biTCHH and proud.

he has three pupperino’s. all as adorable as each other, snickerdoodle is his golden lab and often ppl shorten it down to snickers, butterscotch is his dapple daschund pup, shortens the name to scotchie often. toulouse is his fancy toy poodle boi, shortens the name down as toto. if u are on the shortened name basis with his pups then u can consider urself one of his close pals. 

he’s actually adopted by his aunt but she raised him like she was his mother so that is what he considers her, she’s on his mother’s side but they are half-siblings. in terms of first name reasoning as well she just liked eunha as a name and didn’t even think about how it is traditionally for a female, she liked that it meant gift from heaven so it stuck. his father is still around, he’s just quite elderly so it felt like a better living situation for him to be raised primarily by his auntie. unfortunately his mother has passed on but no tragic story, she just went peacefully in old age. 

he dyes his hair quite often, it’s currently like a really pastel blue with black streaks consistently throughout like lil ones so it looks super cool. but he’s also had it be a more electric blue, lilac, and a duck egg kinda faded silvery blue. it’s naturally dark brunette. has brown eyes kind of a hazel hue. 

his style is kinda androgynous ig?? he just lives for soft retro fashion, lots of color in his wardrobe but also lots of tapered short and t-shirt fits frequented, sweater vests, rolled up jeans, high skater boi socks, soft jumpers with shirts, shirts in bright colours or satiny texture worn over plain white t-shirts, cardigans, pastel denim jackets, jeans with printed patterns on like clouds, flowers etc, favors yellow and blues. sometimes does eye makeup, occasionally wears heels bc he’s a baddie or super heeled boots/chunky shoes. 

obsessed with music, can play violin and guitar. he’s a big mitski and rina sawayama fanatic, likes anything that sounds peaceful or calming or has like a good fun vibe to it. also likes the trademark gay icons like carly rae jepsen, lorde, etc. he’s not ashamed. obsessed with mamma mia movies. but also likes rap which is rlly funny cause its like the bad bitch female rappers only and like he’ll listen to it while arranging his sock drawer or making his bed or something ajdjdj it’s like hype anthems for being a baddie and a hoe and he’s just doing his night sleepy routine adkfkf. 

showers, blankets, music, baked goods especially bagels are his happy places. 

very much a sensitive lil romanticist, falls in ‘love’ like five times a day, he just likes to giggle and smile around pretty people and admire the artwork hnghdh, he’s like yeARNS though ya know?? like he’s all i will flirt by making prolonged eye contact, i made you a playlist, this song makes me think of you etc. it’s either memes as flirting with him or elaborate love letters u never know what ur gonna get akdkd. 

awful sense of humour, loves his friends more than anything on earth except his pups, would fully live in a huge house of just like his pups and all his closest buds for all eternity. likes fruits way too much, enjoys puns about fruits way too much. milkshakes, sushi, orange hues and bus rides are some of his absolute favorite simple pleasures of life. clouds, flowers, salt lamps, the sunrise over the sea, skateboarding, fresh soda, teddy bears, busy street markets, parasols, fish tanks with exotic fish, sorbet, bike riding, polaroids, record players, rain at night against floor to ceiling windows with a fresh steaming pot of tea on the desk beside it and warm fresh sheets from the laundry on his bed, ponds, skateboarding. all little joys in life that give him like the biggest pleasure dopamine hit in the world. 

his cousin actually owns a florists so he has flowers just littering his apartment like a lot and it just looks like he has ten million suitors from the late eighteenth century attempting to court him but no all these flowers are from him to him or worse from his aunt djfjg she sends him some for valentines every valentines, pls help him, pls send him flowers. 

studies nutritional science and he fucken hates it. do not ask him shit cause he doesn’t KNOW OKAY? he doesn’t understand it either. he took it because he needed something to go alongside the passion for baking that was a real ‘qualification’/job so that is the only reason he’s doing it. no point doing a baking degree after all when he’s already a baker with a business, he’s super young still he gotta keep his prospects open. so YAH. he’d rather be doing culinary arts but eh. nutritional science sounded better and more logic based. the real miracle is he still gets top grades all the time even tho he spends his life like wtf am i even doing is this even legit akdkdk. school is the worst thing in the world for him watch his mood instantly deflate the second its brought up. 

despite being a quixotic, he’s a lil afraid of intimacy. like oh god does he love it, those small touches and acts of affection u kno? the subtle things that normally go unnoticed, eye contact, brushing of hands, linking of little fingers, rubbing a thumb, kissing eyelids or foreheads or palms or shoulders in little gentle pecks, back massages and rubs or finger tracing patterns absent-minded, shoulder massages, laying your head on someone’s shoulder or on their lap, knocking knees together, exchanging a small glance only the two of you get before bursting into laughter, smiling into kisses, napping together, having blankets placed over you warm and fresh, or towels put ready like it, someone making you something they know you like a lot. that’s his sHIT. but like he’s terrified still, someone skimming their fingers on his skin makes his breath hitch like he’s a scandalized and alarmingly aroused victorian woman sjdjd. he’s literally still a virgin, he hasn’t even had his first kiss okay my baby is delicate be gentle with him akdkd but he still LIKES PASSION AIGHT kfkf. 

real soft spoken, honey tinted voice like i shit u not this boy talks like he’s an angel sent from heavens above to guide you to the paradisaical garden of eden or some shit akdkd. ur gonna fall in love with eunha’s voice before u even fall in love with any other part of him like his adorable beaming smile or stunning eyes akdkf. 

has dance parties around his room when getting ready in the morning, listens to bella’s lullaby unironically yes from twilight yes u heard right, bit of a himbo streak sometimes in his obliviousness djfjf. quite silently subtly funny actually much like jacob himself. 

he is gay, afraid of driving, cannot do math, blanks out often and he is valid for all of those things. has a collection of cartoon and disney animal movie dvds. has a dream notebook. always has blue painted nails in some kinda shade. 

does not enjoy turning in assignments bc he is scared he’ll fail, avoids looking at his grades for weeks after they’re released and hates knowing that they’re out. 

cannot dance, dances often. collects vintage stuff esp clothes and mostly sweaters. likes midnight trips to corner stores and fields where he can just lay and look at the stars. makes friends rlly easily but has super bad performance anxiety. cannot ever have a messy room like even the tiniest bit messy. even like clothes being stacked on a chair instead of away. 

bakes peanut butter, banana and choc chip muffins (they r called monkey bites normally) whenever he’s super stressed. if u want to cheer him up when he’s anxious or stressed then u should give him french lavender honey, chia seeds and caramelized pear on toast/bagel. it is his comfort food. he fancii when he needs a pick me up. treat urself and all that.