#they have a lot of holes and stuff in them

[kittendreaw]

Supermassive Black Hole

04: Season of the witch

Werewolf! Yuji x Vampire F! Reader

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You've got to pick up every stitch Oh no, must be the season of the witch

When I look over my shoulder (what happens then?)

You don't just were craving Blood anymore, you NEED it.

The lack of blood in vampires could cause a lot of things, you weren't at a very advanced stage, so it was the equivalent of when a human had a bad cold.

Your skin turned gray, as if you had a light layer of ash on you, it was less soft and glowy, Your eyes lost their lives and the dark circles became noticeable, your lips cracked and your hair seemed dry, but definitely the worst thing was the cold, you were always cold being a vampire, but you never felt cold.

You were freezing, it was horrible, the sweater you were wearing wasn't enough, you were shivering.

As you hugged yourself, Yuji walked into the classroom clearly noticing how sick you looked, but he doubted that an living dead could get sick.

"Hi, you don't look very good." His tone of voice was soft and slightly worried, he took off the jacket he was wearing and placed it on your shoulders, he didn't need it it was just for fashion.

"I don't feel really good."

"What's wrong?"

"You know, Girls **like me** stuff." You emphasized and Yuji wasn't so stupid not to take the hint, they were surrounded by people and no one was speaking loud enough to cover you so it was better not to mention anything.

"oh, well, I'm going to take you out to eat after this class, You know, to get you back to some energy."

The mere thought of some fresh blood definitely making your stomach growl and your fangs wanting to come out but you were still a little reluctant to the idea of spending so much time with Yuji.

For a lot of things, You just still felt a little embarrassed about being vulnerable with him, you were still sensitive about Maki's issue, and you were still irritated by Satoru's teasing.

"I would be okay."

"I wasn't asking you, pretty."

"Stop running away from me, pretty."

You weren't running away, you were simply the first to leave class and walked with hurried steps without stopping at yuji's calls. "I'm going to catch up with you anyway." He wasn't even trying to catch up with you, he was just letting you walk ahead waiting for you to stop somewhere.

"I'm not running away."

"You're doing it, little bat."

Finally there was nowhere else to go, every step you took Yuji followed you so it was completely useless, you stopped in your tracks and turned. "I told you it's not necessary."

"And I told you I wasn't asking, come on, it's just a little blood." He took your arm, firm but without applying force. Yuji's hand was big and warm and the fact that he was considerably stronger than you definitely made you feel things.

"I'm serious, I don't need to."

"You look more dead than usual, clearly something is not right."

"I think I can take care of myself." You were too stubborn but not that bothered Yuji, it was part of your charm.

"Fine, but let me help you." He never imagined having to beg someone to let him get them food, but now there he was.

You hated him, you hated him so much, you were used to doing everything alone, to never receive help and much less to accept it but there was Yuji and no matter how hostile you were he just wouldn't leave.

Proud and repulsed by the unasked help (although much desired deep down) you enjoyed an impromptu feast for Yuji; You enjoyed the fresh blood of three whole hares. Little by little you felt that life was coming back to you.

"I'm full." you leaned against the tree and held your stomach, eating so fast always made you bad but you couldn't help it when you were this hungry.

Yuji, who was sitting next to you, took his thumb to the corner of your mouth and wiped away the traces of blood and then sucked it. "You're a mess eating."

Your eyes followed his every action, you felt like it took you longer than usual to respond, you cleared your throat. "you are not better." Maybe you were messy but Yuji was worse, The few times you'd seen him as a wolf and eating he was completely disastrous.

He chuckled. "I'm not better." They immersed themselves in a comfortable silence in which neither did anything but their gazes remained fixed on the other. It was akward for you but it seemed that he didn't share the feeling, he seemed much more relaxed than you.

You looked away and got up from the ground Dusting off your clothes. "I think we'd better go back, it's too late."

"Is it? I think we could stay a little longer, In any case, I doubt you'll need to graduate from high school for the fifth time."

True, you didn't care about classes or being late but you didn't want to be there anymore, because Yuji made you feel too strange, you didn't understand what you were going through with you but it couldn't be good.

Especially since you doubted that vampires had any real capacity to love, so you didn't understand why you felt that way, it was horrible, the worst thing you'd experienced since your near-death.

"Maybe I don't need it but I don't want you to affect your grades."

He got up too and you took a step back, you knew you were being obvious and you hated yourself for it. You were a vampire, a man-eating creature of the night, a cursed being, a blood-sucking monster, but there you were, feeling nervous in front of that big puppy.

"I want to stay with you a while longer, Yn." His voice was soft, he took your hand gently, your cold palm met his warm one making him feel chills. "Please, it will only be a moment."

You didn't stay in the forest with him, you went to his house. He told you that his pack was out of town so you wouldn't have to put up with their questions. The reality is that Yuji had already told his brothers a lot of things about you and although they didn't seem very happy with the idea of you being a vampire they weren't going to argue with Yuji about it either, wolves were more sentimental and even if they didn't like vampires they weren't going to stop another wolf from following his instinct.

You left your bag on his desk. You felt too out of place, you didn't remember if at any point in your almost 100 years you had gone to a friend's house, you didn't remember if you had ever had friends.

Yuji couldn't help but smile, not that he was making fun of you but it was definitely endearing that the confident and Conceited you who always said how superior you are now were acting like an awkward teenager.

"You can sit down, you know."

"oh yeah, I just- yeah." You muttered lightly and sat down across from him on his bed. What should you do? What should you say? You cursed yourself for having accepted.

"You don't need to be so nervous, I don't bite,  I swear."

"Stop, I just." You sighed lightly and crawled to his side, sitting against the Headboard and resting your head on his shoulder, it wasn't the first time but the fact that you were at his house, on his bed, made it different. "I'm not used to this, I don't think I've ever been to a non-vampire's house, I don't live much with vampires outside the clan.

" Oh, little antisocial princess? I think I noticed."

You rolled your eyes, you looked up so you could look into his eyes. "You are so stupid."

"You love that."

"I'm far from it." One of Yuji's favorite things was how you were always defensive, he just had to press a little and you were already sticking out your fangs like a wild cat.

"Really?" He pinched one of your cheeks and you complained. "Look how pretty."

"Stop!"

"i don't think so."

You struggled with him until you ended up lying down and he was on top of you, with one hand he was still holding your face and with the other was stopping one of your wrists so that you would stop trying to escape. "This is not fun!"

"I find it very funny." Yuji was bigger and stronger than you, so no matter how hard you tried to run away, it was going to be useless being under him. "Come on! I thought vampires were more powerful than this, Draculaura." The more he teased you, the more you struggled and the more you struggled, the more trapped you felt.

"I could rip your heart out and eat it!"

"Oh you're so sweet." He mocked, He knew very well that you could do it but he also knew that you wouldn't. Yuji had never feared you, even if at some point it was clear that you had seemed intimidating, the reality is that fear had never been in him.

His hand left your face and went to your other wrist, you stopped struggling. He didn't say anything else and neither did you, the silence wasn't awkward but you felt tense. What should you do? What should you say? You had no idea and your mind couldn't think of anything, not when Yuji was looking at you that way.

"I want to kiss you, can I?"

[bbokicidal]

hello :3 i’m so obsessed with ur work. i can’t stop thinking about the aftermath of "What Happens When..." | [SKZ] OT8 | [I.N]. like what goes on in the bedroom after they left felix and reader alone in the bedroom 🙈 will u ever consider writing a little bit more about this? no pressure ofc i simply want to know what you envisioned when u wrote this fic hehe it’s my fav~

I'm going to share a secret with you;

I don't go into writing with a plan, LMAO. I just start writing and let my brain shitpost stuff onto a page and then go back to spruce it up a little with some fancy words and punctuation. I don't really brainstorm before I write the actual fic/headcanons/what have you.

I think I wrote that with the idea in mind that Felix and Reader both shared a spit kink, which is why he won the bet and got to have you as long as he wanted to himself.

And I'd like to imagine he'd probably fucked the reader til they were shaking, if they weren't already. Felix is definitely the type of guy to go all out and even though he looks soft and cuddly and cute (and he is) he's also the type to let loose and he absolutely has a more rough and greedy side to him in my opinion. (which is not a bad thing ofc.) So he probably fucked the reader til they were whining, whimpering. maybe not like.. brain-is-mush fucking, but can't-think-of-anything-other-than-his-name type fucking for sure. I also mentioned in the fic that he was going to pump the reader full of his cum before returning them to jeongin so that is absolutely what he did.

The type to shove his cum back into your hole when he's done because he hates the sight of it leaking out. He came inside you for a reason, leave that shit in there !! But I also think he's like... the type to get really worn down after sex. Like, chest heaving, panting hard, teary eyed, hair sticking to his jaw from sweat. Good lawd his washboard abs are probably glistening w/ how much he sweats when he fucks.

Anywho - that's a brief idea of what I think happened after the events of Innie's fic w/ Felix. A lot of ppl asked for part two or asked me what I envisioned and I ,, had no idea til now, so. Thanks! hahaha

[clusterfc]

why is sneaker shopping the worst thing in the world

[misstrashchan]

thanks for tagging me @asm5129!

last song:

Nagada Sang Dhol from the Goliyon Ki Raasleela Ram-Leela movie

last book:

in the middle of reading This is How you Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone. this is the fourth time I've gotten invested in a story about pining long distance sapphics in incredibly bizzare circumstances, but I'm really enjoying the prose and increasingly creative ways they send letters to one another throughout time and space as they become more intimate and interwined. first prize goes to the letter seal innards

last movie:

Bottoms 2023

last game:

Darkside Detectives, a game my dear friend @hoepunkausta sent me as a gift. it's a good old spooky time that's also incredibly funny.

last tv show:

I just finished watching the Willow tv series yesterday. really big fan of how they play with the chosen one trope, and I especially loved the the Elora/Kit foiling and their exploration of faith and vulnerability. and yes, I did indeed watch it after watching Bottoms and realising I have a big ole crush on Ruby Cruz and knew she played a snarky lesbian knight princess (Kit) in Willow. heard a lot of conflicting things about if the show is cancelled or just on hiatus, but the creator seems positive about wanting to continue the story somewhere down the line, and I really hope they do *shakes fist at disney plus*

sweet/spicy/savoury:

I'm a big foodie so like. all of them. spicy food is really tasty even though I have a low tolerance, so I've been trying to get better at handling spice. I'm a baker so obviously I love sweet stuff, but also I like to balance it out with just as many delicious savoury foods!

relationship:

I'm ace and been with my partner for nearly three years now!

favorite colour:

it honestly depends on the context. favorite colours to wear? mostly pastels. favorite colour to paint on the walls? sunshine yellow. etc.

last internet search:

plants that can grow in the desert! I was thinking for the thousandth time about RWBY and what might come up in the Vacuo arc. With how there's so many people living there now and it being heavily emphasized how much they're lacking in resources as a kingdom, but it once being a thriving oasis, I was curious about what edible plants can be grown in a desert biome, since trying to grow their own food and help the land recover seems to be one of the most basic steps forward to improve things for people and kingdom alike. Turns out a lot of food can be grown in the desert with the right knowledge and care! cucumbers, peppers, prickly pears, passion fruit, tomatoes, corn, beans, melons, among many others! it was a pretty interesting rabbit hole to go down (in RWBY I still think a little elemental help from the maidens and maybe a farm hand might still be of use though for helping food to grow)

Tagging:

@kaen-ace-of-diamonds

@chikorra

@pathos-logical

@bluecheeseinmyoffwhites

@aspoonofsugar

@hamliet

@abysskeeper

@gatheringkeepsakes

@mlhelena

@blueeyedamethyst

@hoepunkausta

TAG GAME - 10 People I'd Like to Know Better

thank you for tagging me @zorua-adorable !

Last Song: anna sun by WALK THE MOON

Last Book: junji ito's lovesickness collection

Last Movie: descendants 3 lmao

Last Game: fire emblem: path of radiance

Last TV Show: alice in borderland

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: sweet 100%. i have such a sweet tooth it's a bit of a problem

Relationship: single and not planning on changing that any time soon

Favorite Color: purple 💜

Last Internet Search: fahrenheit to celsius

no pressure tags: @ambeer6 @biblicallyaccurate-candylady @in-a-bucket @nerdofmanymediumsandfandoms @rencatuive @tophats-tea @biggestlen @bleuflowerfields @hqwthornes @asexual-shelly

[iceagebaby]

obsessed with @mudpuddless king halt au, ive been thinking a lot

crowley is in denyal, he is just hibernian RIGHT?

i also have some skeches of halt in regal clothing, but im not a fan of them, and i cant find accurate irish royal clothing to use as reference, what i drew was just making it up as i go

[lorebird]

In which Ford struggles so badly to relate to other people that he wonders if he’s really human at all. The more isolated he becomes, the harder it is to reconcile with his own humanity.

[gingermintpepper]

One of my favourite little things about Apollo is how casual his and the Fates' relationship was.

Now, this isn't to understate how grave the Fates were in any way, as a matter of fact, it's written multiple times about the complex interplay between the Fates and Zeus (Stobaeus even wrote that the Fates were given the seat closest to Zeus' throne so he could better give counsel on all things from their machinations)

Indeed, even Zeus was beholden to them and even though the Fates usually left things up to natural course (and Zeus in his position as Moiragetes - that is, the Leader of Fates could even intercede on these events, even interrupting when a someone was set to die) in a lot of ways, there are many, many things that even Zeus could never interfere with, things that were above even the King of the Heavens. Some really good examples are things like Persephone's Abduction which the Fates ruled as necessary for the propagation of the seasons and his marriages to Themis and Hera.

By all accounts really, the Fates were incredibly stern, incredibly grave deities who presided over law, order, birth and death and even worked with the Furies to punish those who broke the sacred laws!

And then you have Apollo who was also known by the title Moiragetes (In Delphi, there were only two Moirai depicted and in place of the third was Zeus and Apollo Moiragetes according to Pausanias) but who did things like, checks notes, send the Fates to be the midwives of his paramour Evadne when she had to deliver his son alone in secret (by the way, he also sent the actual goddess of childbirth to help. The Fates absolutely did not need to also be there, he was taking every precaution:

and get the Fates drunk so they would agree to save his bestie Admetus' life:

Keep in mind btw - this con Apollo pulled for Admetus was multi-layered and even included getting Heracles to wrestle Thanatos and keep him still so Apollo could proceed to help Admetus cheat Alcestis away from Fates when Admetus expressed regret for making his wife die in his place:

And I cannot stress enough that Apollo faced zero consequences for this nonsense. NONE. The Fates weren't even cordial with other Gods - they're almost never referred to directly, they were often depicted apart from other deities or described as old, ugly and unable to walk (though, generally speaking they were artistically depicted as young maidens!) and apart from comforting Demeter by going to personally explain what happened to Persephone in some versions of the story, they didn't really get humanised the way most of the other gods or spirits did. Usually they're referred to euphemistically, or someone will speak distantly about a prophecy they once heard was designed by the Fates but Apollo? Apollo knew the Fates! He was good friends with the Fates! And I think it's even cooler when you consider that both instances of Apollo showing off his Fate's Favourite privilege have to deal with birth (of Iamus) and death (of Alcestis/Admetus) which were the two points most deeply associated with the Moirai and why there were usually depictions of them as a pair over that of a triad.

(Excerpts sourced from Theoi, Aeschylus' Eumenides, Pindar's Olympian 6 and Statius' Silvae; though just a note, one instance of the Fates' involvement with Apollo is misquoted on Theoi - that is the Fates being present for Apollo's birth, that's actually a misinterpretation of Evadne's birthing of Iamus.)

[kandybarre]

i was really just lucky that my middle/high school offered latin starting in 7th grade, and i had a very good old teacher. i haven't done any self-directed studying of it aside from trying to read the occasional random thing, so my latin is pretty basic still - but that's more than enough to blow the pants off of "statue heads" et al in internet arguments...my university unusually had a required computer science course as well as a writing one. people complained about both, but i was like, either this is easy for you, in which case why do you care, or it's not easy, in which case you need the course, so....like i don't think people get that if writing feels harder than talking for you, you haven't written enough.

i did some undergraduate research in chemistry under a professor who was constantly saying exactly that about fragmentation and overspecialization -- he called it the "drill-hole problem," saying that everyone had gotten so deep in their own digging that they couldn't see over the tops of their holes anymore. in the course he taught, he actually spent far more time talking about this than about the subject material, and most of his assignments (in a graduate-level chemistry course) asked for essays on that subject...which made it a lot easier for me than if it were all chemistry...

i could claim that i took his advice and left research to climb out of the drill-hole, but really i was just kinda bad at it...ok at the theory parts i think, but not organized enough, and literally just clumsy...like it doesn't matter if it's the simplest task in the world or the hardest, i will fuck it up at least one time in a hundred, which is just fine through school, because 99s are great on paper tests, but it doesn't work at all in any kind of practical setting like a lab, where prepping 10 samples wrong out of 1000 is terrible & usually means you have to do them all over...so i don't think i was very useful there. but i sure did get to see a lot of cool stuff.

i didn't write poetry more than rarely until the end of last year. i spent most of that year arguing ferociously with people on substack about politics and government, and then i randomly happened to get a copy of "the portable coleridge" from my parents because they were moving. it opens with his poetry, which is of the highest caliber, and follows that with his "bristol speech" - an excellent thing to quote from in any argument about liberty, as i found out by slapping people six ways from sunday with it - and then there are some selections from his biographia literaria. it is dense, like a very rich cake, and requires some chemistry, a little latin, and a lot of literary exposure to start to understand, but seeing as you do have these things, i recommend it in the strongest way. i should warn you however that it literally may be the actual factual philosopher's stone in text form. i have gained strange powers, like i was hit by lightning.

a month after i finished that, taylor swift came out with the tortured poets' department...with a track called The Albatross...and "Sincerely, The Chairman" in the liner notes..."S.T.C."...Samuel Taylor Coleridge...i had been mostly sleeping on her til then, but now...let me just say i think she knows a thing or two. another track on that album is "so high school" which has the line: "you know how to ball, i know aristotle." aristotle tutored alexander the great, and his father philip certainly knew how to ball...taking this together with robert frost's undelivered verses for JFK's inauguration, i think she has grander plans than anyone but me has yet imagined. i could be mad, but so, i think, is she.

dreamsong

4th page of The Wandering Wayfinder, dreamsong (excerpt):

The night is deep, the stars are still The waters too had fallen asleep Beneath this dark and moonless sky Nestle down and hear my lullaby

This poem was originally written for a play-by-post roleplay, or roleplay forum (RPF), that I used to be a part of. One of my characters I play is a bard, and this was meant to be a spell/song for inducing sleep.

Both the title of this piece, as well as the overall mood of the words, were heavily inspired by Secret Garden's song, "Sleepsong", which I consider the best lullaby songs ever.

In fact, "Sleepsong", along many other indie composers such as Thomas J. Curran (FanTaisia Ambience), Joshua Messick, candy_wind, Neal K, Tido Kang, July, October, etc., had become a great sanctuary for me to go to and relax in, when I'm in my despondent moods.

It was during this period of being in the troughs that I realise the delight of discovering new musical instruments, such as the hammered dulcimer, harpejji, bandura, hurdy-gurdy, nyckleharp, guzheng, erhu, kora, cifteli, duduk, panpipe, crystal harp... (even if I don't intend to ever play them), and also how important it is to have these wonderful form of art available to us.

I suppose this following quote by C.S. Lewis rings even more true now:

“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art, like the universe itself (for God did not need to create). It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.” 

[serpentface]

Palo and Tigran standing casually in place to provide an outfit reference.

They are wearing the most typical day to day clothing for Galenii monks. This consists of three main parts:

-A simple, ankle-length sleeveless robe (white in initiate monks and black in the fully initiated). -A dark woolen cloak, which doubles as a blanket. This cloak is the foundational item of clothing throughout much of Imperial Wardin as a whole, and worn by all social classes. They tend to be cut shorter and highly decorative in the upper classes, serving only the practical purpose of shielding the arms from the sun. Poor laborers may wear only the cloak and a loincloth and nothing else. In the case of Galenii monks, it is standardized, simple, and dark blue-gray. -The sash. This is a very long scarf that is the primary visual signifier of a Galenii monk. Its open ends drape down the front side of the body and are tied at the chest. It is slung over the shoulders and hangs in a loop around the back. These sashes are dyed an expensive royal blue, indicating the significance and relative esteemed status of this religious order.

Additional elements:

-The sign of the horns: a small iron pin used to fasten the cloak. This is the symbol of the Lunar Face Of God (the specific aspect to which the Galenii are devoted, which is primarily associated with fertility and the cycles of sacrifice and rebirth). This is very common among monks but not standardized wear. Galenii priests wear the sign of the triple horns (though more commonly as an amulet).

-Ear piercings: Galenii monks and priests wear thick earrings of dark meteoric iron and stretch their earlobes. One is added to each ear for each year of the initiatory process. Palo is a year in, and Tigran is fully initiated and has five bands per ear. Body modification is exceptionally rare in Imperial Wardi culture, largely in relation to taboos surrounding body integrity. The exception here is done with great significance and care- these earrings can be made only with true meteoric iron, considered to be the blood of God Itself. Permanently marking their bodies with this metal signifies this priesthood's integral connection to maintaining the continual cycle of sacrifice/rebirth that is believed to keep God's domain stable, and binds them to this role.

-Sandals: usually very simple in construction. Monks are often expected to go barefoot, but the cities are quite dirty so most prefer to avoid this if possible.

-Ceremonial dagger: a sign of a fully initiated monk. It is curved and its sheath is decorated with a tuft of lion's mane (a signal of the Galenii order's close connection to the Odonii order). Most of its uses are ceremonial, but it will be periodically used to perform animal sacrifices. A smaller razor blade is kept in the home for personal bloodletting.

-Hair: Fully initiated monks shave their heads, while those in the process of initiation have relative freedom with hair dressing. Palo is wearing his hair in a single braid tucked around the front. Broadly speaking, braiding the hair is associated with female beauty standards throughout much of Imperial Wardin (though generally in two braids). There is no cultural convention Against men doing so, but it is regarded as mildly effeminate (particularly in the south and southeast).

-Lore Friendly Sunglasses: Palo has photosensitive epilepsy. No effective treatments for epilepsy exist in the setting (most 'treatments' in Imperial Wardin are alchemical in nature, ie: ambiguously helpful at best or literal poison at worst), but understanding of the Nature of epilepsy as a neurological disorder is relatively accurate, and the concept of photosensitivity is loosely understood (though not with great accuracy, it's assumed to be caused by light in General). Palo had this pair of (VERY expensive) sunglasses commissioned as a youth, which Do slightly reduce the frequency of his seizures. Devastatingly stylish as they may be, his glasses do not offer much visual clarity so he only wears them in bright conditions.

[radlegowaffle]

heaven help her

[fisheito]

i am still sulking about no aster. (give me a few days and a couple watermelons and i'll be back to normal)

[a-dash-in-the-middle]

i finished strange the dreamer so now i am wondering if minya is not villainized in the second part bc that child had to do shit that would be hard for an adult let alone a six year old and the fact that she kept all of them alive by her sheer will and spite i mean-

[thelingering]

*exasperated sigh lol* changeeeeee is hardddddd

[moreaujeans]

IM FREEEEEE

[plushie-lovey]

Alright so. I'm getting into junk journaling. At least, I'm going to try to! I have a plan to start myself off with 2, one for personal/random shit so I don't feel so confined, and one focused on my plushies!! Not every one of my plushies will get a page but I will dedicate a page to whoever inspires me in a particular moment. I may not share every page right away. But if I fill in an entire journal I will try to show the finished results of what I created! I will also be doing this at my leisure because this new hobby is an outlet for my creatively and mainly my emotions. Shout out to @ cafe-mouse for inspiring me

[i3utterflyeffect]

It takes so much effort to convince stick!Alan to play Minecraft

all of them are begging him to play minecraft with them and he's just thinking back on all the times they fucked up his computer by doing things that seem perfectly harmless and innocuous. and they have to fucking PROMISE they won't try any dumb shit on the computer because it's not going to be as easy as a restart if they fuck something up