#Though we all know Falin would be so into the idea. The painful thing that dungeon meshi never lets us forget is her absence

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#dungeon meshi #marcille donato #laios touden #senshi #chilchuk tims #Full confession time: I originally planned to post this last thursday so I could caption it “Hoppy Leap year everyone!” #But as I was sketching I realized that the tentacles and Tansu party stuff came first #So devastated to have the frog episode and leap year be a week off. Almost a beautiful coincidence. #I love how they play on Marcille's vanity to get her to wear the outfit AND repair the situation #It is true her ears make the suit look very cute. #And shout out to our girl for having her priorities straight (heh) and not wanting to rescue her crush in a frog skin suit. #Though we all know Falin would be so into the idea. The painful thing that dungeon meshi never lets us forget is her absence #Falin would love to dress as a frog...She is meant to be there so much that it is painful. Beautiful tragedy beautiful writing. #The red dragon arc starts next week and I'm clawing at the walls. To those who are anime only: Get ready.

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Vampire Girlfriend (Faline)

The Lady of Gluttony

The night was dark yet lovely, and from the open curtains of the room you stood in, you questioned whether the moon had always been so crimson and bloody than any other night. 

You sat with idle thought, the cup of red wasn’t much to calm your nerves but it was still enough to get you through the evening with no worries or fears. The fears that usually build up inside you whilst you stayed; never knowing of the true intent what the manor’s owner would lay on you.

The Foxhall Manor was just as extravagant and precocious as its owner: the luscious and voluptuous lady Faline D'Aramitz had a history who’s family name brought and attracted them to the land and to build the manor they called their home for generations.

Lady Faline D'Aramitz - the Sanguine Fox - had brought herself a reputation through the years, and certainly, through acquaintances, you had been most curious of the woman who now owned the million-dollar property.

You huffed into your cup with a remorseful sigh, the sound coming through from the background as you tried listening in; incoherent music, preferably jazz was what she liked most, played softly in the solemn air.

You kept your eye towards the entrance of the large reception: continuing to watch on out the large stainless window, tempted for a second to drown your sorrows with a tune on the piano you could remember from playing in your youth. Yet, you stayed in your spot, listening.

Faint footsteps became loud ones, distinct and confident, even when you could hear another pair fumbling to stand as two people walked faster towards the entrance of the grand room.

High heels, the classic garbs for her lady to wear.

There, before you, she appeared, slunk and holding to her like a babe was a man you had wanted to forget their name that same evening; his suit askew, head sloshed and guarded against seeing his face, trying his best to keep the drink in his loose grip.

“Love, there you are. Hiding from me, you ran off from Nathanial and I.” Faline was slim and tall, with a slender build that made her look like an ethereal goddess than mortal being. 

She was eternal, just like her beauty, chestnut hair falling in loose curls down her back, skin a soft milky colour, those eyes were made up with eyeliner but she pulled it off so nicely to match her hazel eyes. Lips always coloured in a ruby red tint; her signature look.

She had dressed nicely for the evening, to impress as she called it, a party all the time that she liked to pull off for all her guests. She was lavish as much as she was, a beauty of a gem that was a rough as glass.

“I had to get some air.” You drew back, nostrils flared from the amount of alcohol pouring into Nathanial’s system, and you could clearly recall he hadn’t drunk that much for the evening.

“Yes, yes, I know it can get rather stuffy in here. But now look-- you’ve crumpled your dress. And it was such a nice one too.” Faline’s words and tone always pulled up with a certain allure, like a sweet major key never-ending, it was enticing to listen to. There was a pout to her red lips, eyes looking you down with grand wanton.

You disregarded her comment, never being one to dress for those that she called partners of her empire, the business she had run under her family’s name. 

“Come come, let me look at you, dear.” She dropped the man in her grip with no struggle, the poor man crumpling like paper to the loveseat with little trouble, and staying there with no complaint or sound.

She swept over him, closing in on you like an awaiting hawk to dive through the air to latch onto a rabbit, and you didn’t mind the thought of being her little prey. 

“My, that dress I got you will never be the same again. Whatever will I do with you, love.” Her lips curled upwards, eyes flickering down to meet yours, a hunger building in you that you didn’t know awaited.

“It’s just a dress, Fay. I’m sure I can make it up to you with food or something else.” Your tone was one thing she spotted which was up, and she allowed you to move out from her grasp, a hold not too tight to let you escape.

Faline’s eyebrows scrunched in thought. “What happened, my dear?”

Always quick to spot my moods turning so sour. You wanted to remark, turning to look back on her, the graceful tall woman standing before you was quick to reach you again, and this time, you allowed her to touch you.

“I’m just spent, s’all.”

“Hmm, well, that was not what you said the last time we were up, and I can safely recall, the bourbon in your system was keeping you and allowing you from dancing on the tables, exactly that one over there.” Faline gave a wolfish grin, one that if anyone else had received, would’ve made them tremble.

You wanted to answer, but no noise came from you, instead, you gingerly took one of her chestnut locks into your fingers and twirled them in meditation, contemplating.

“This has been the fourth party this week.”

“I know, and aren’t they lavish, dear?” She grinned, her teeth were exceptionally white in contrast to her lips. From this light, they looked like they had been drenched already in blood from a meal thanks to Nathanial.

“Fay, these, have to end. Do you know how much blood you’ve drunk? How many people you have brought here?” Your words were slow and careful, unsure whether how to tread around her. 

Fay gave you a quizzical look, one that made her hazel eyes stand out most. Of all the things so beautiful on her, her eyes were the most wonderful to look upon.

The Lady D'Aramitz gave a nonchalant shrug. “They come and go, but they never remember what really happens here. They just leave with laughter on their tongues and little money left in their pockets from gambling. Plus, an excruciating headache comes the morning.”

“Yes, as well as other things being sore.” You wavered. “You get your fill from them, Fay. How else would your meals turn up?”

Fay’s pout deepened, “I don’t like how you speak about my actions, dear. If it was such a problem, why hadn’t you of said anything earlier?”

“I did! But you were always feeding on them!” You remarked loudly, your voice bouncing across the gold and red walls. “You were feasting on them and plumping them for the slaughter. Would I be next for your fangs to sink into?”

Arguments were rare, and for being the rational type had flown out the window once you took a sip of alcohol. Faline was impulsive and watchful, a true gluttonous queen when those she liked in her ‘court’ stuck around or were invited; the lady was always there for people to please. 

But there was always something beneath the hazel-green waves to her eyes, the unforgiving side that made her wilder than you, and for maybe the first time in knowing her, you had never witnessed her be so calm.

You huffed, running a hand through your made-up hair, going to move away as you sat far away from the unconscious man, twirling your half-empty cup in your grip a little tighter.

“Love, you know I would never harm a hair on you.” She waited, before floating to come to sit beside you, she was embracing soon enough. “If I were to hurt you, I would truly be dead myself.”

“Funny you say that.” You gave a goofy lopsided grin her way, earning a teasing roll of the eyes. “No, I mean it. You have my word, my love. But, why hadn’t you ever said anything to me about it?”

“I was... I was scared, okay? I knew you had been doing these types of hosting parties long before you had even met me, let alone before I was even born. And yet, I had never seen you drink so many bodies like that before. That bloodsucking - I got used to - but I got uncomfortable seeing how much you were enjoying it.”

Your fingers came to hold her own slender ones, squeezing tight for a reaction from her. “I’m sorry, Fay. I should’ve told you sooner.”

Fay chuckled silvery, leaning down to kiss your temples than your cheeks, reciprocating the affection back. “My love, I may be a millennium-year-old, but still I, cannot act without you by my side.” 

“You say that, even when you lived a long life before I had even existed.” You spoke honestly. “I wish I could witness everything you had.”

“And you could, if you would allow me to do it.” She grabbed properly onto your hands now in her own. “I cannot go on to the ends of the earth without you by my side, my love, two queens ruling in a world against hooligans in power. Allow me, my dear? Please?”

There it was the chance of eternal life. You didn’t have much that you could miss, and to be with Faline for eternity was something you would wish for in any mortal partner, but eternal was painful, and you were hesitant to just give it away.

You loved her, you did, but you didn’t know as of yet to be so sure, even from the first time when she had asked you. You had heard tales of vampires and how monstrous they were, and although you had met Faline in a good time of both of your lives, you had been warned of her previous doings.

She spotted the anxiousness in you, tracing her fingers underneath your chin to make you look at her, and with no hesitation, kissed you sweetly. There was a sweet side to her, and you were maybe one of the few to view it.

“You do not have to worry about answering me so soon. You still have time, my dear. Enough to want to live out the days of a mortal with me by your side.”

You grinned to her softly. “Of course, Fay. I just want to be with you forever.”

“Then forever it shall be.” She cradled you in her arms carefully. “Now, do you mind helping me with Mr Nathanial over there? I must bring him back to his car before he wakes up.”

“Fay,” You began, a playful tone bubbling over as you laughed. “How much did you give the man?”

“Enough that he wouldn’t remember much, my sweet, Just picture it though, poor sweet Nathanial waking up in the morning with a blasted headache, and no idea where his credit card had gone.”

Just as she had said that your eyes glinted over the flash of black and gold in her fingers, recognising the unlimited card that she had nicked off with. “What are you wanting to use that for?”

“You know how you wanted to go to Venice? I may have booked flights for tomorrow....” She joyfully began. “And I know how much you wanted to go, so I booked it so I could show you everything.”

“You cheeky minx, you thief to people’s credit cards and my heart!” You dramatically said. “Whatever will I do with you, Miss D'Aramitz?”

Faline gracefully leant close into your face: nipping at your bottom lip that she had caught with her teeth.

“Be with me forever, that’s what.”

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[psychoticlittlegoddess-blog]

The Little Girl

Soft moonlight trickled into the room.

Splashing up onto the walls of the room.

In the centre of this room was a soft bed , with white covers and pillows.

A small girl sat upon this bed.

Her hair rivaled an autumn sunset and her eyes challenged a summer sky.

Her lips curved in a soft smile.

There was something soft and careful about this girl.

In the corner of the room however , was a darkness.

This darkness made the bravest quake in their boots.

This darkness took many shapes yet the girl was never afraid of it.

It’s favorite form to take around her was a boy.

This boy was perhaps a few years older than her.

His soft almost porcelain looking skin tinted with a rosy blush at all times.

His jagged black hair flopped down to almost hide his eyes.

His eyes were arguably the most intriguing part.

They were red.

Similar in shade to Merlot or Wine.

He never truly smiled, it was more of a smirk.

That was the most noticeable parts of him.

The only questionable things about him.

He always wore a white button up shirt tucked into black slacks.

A black vest completed the look.

He was also always barefoot.

Though she was curious to why he only came at night she never complained.

Their melancholy friendship was her only friendship.

So it was possible this boy , this seemingly perfect boy , was a figment of her childish and lonely mind.

He gently crossed the room to her bed keeping mostly in the shadows.

He delicately held his hand out to the small girl watching her bright eyes drift down to the hand.

She pulled back the soft white covers and moved to the edge of the bed.

Her soft ash colored nightgown seemed to drag after her yet flutter as she stood.

Soft bare feet hitting the wooden floor.

She took the offered hand and stood , beside him she was noticeably shorter.

He smiled slightly in the grim dark way he did.

He slowly coerced her to the window , pushing it open.

“Viens , Mon ange” He whispered in a voice so soft it was chilling.

He slowly stepped onto the window sill , pulling him up with her.

They looked out onto the dense and quiet woods.

Lit softly by the moonlight.

She let out a soft sigh smiling sadly.

She glanced back behind her whispering “Au revoir”

Gently they lept off the window sill almost floating to the grass down below.

He led her through the woods leaving behind the scene and the house.

The scene they left would haunt her dreams long after the actions committed.

The bitter look in her father’s eyes after seeing what  happened to her stepmother.

She rose a hand to her cheek , still hot from the burning slap.

“Stupide , fille stupide” He had yelled , “Savez-vous ce que vous avez fait?!”

Slap!

The sound echoed in her mind.

She could feel the hot rage settle into cold blood.

“Oui” she said in a sickeningly serene tone,”Elle le méritait ,mon Père. Pardonne-moi ce que je dois faire maintenant , Père. Je nái jamais voulu te faire de mal…”

She surged forward at her father.

Her once sky blue eyes now similar to shades of amethyst.

Teeth bared like a cornered dog.

The screams echoed in her head.

They bounced around like a ball rocketing off the walls.

She shuddered softly bringing herself back to the present.

Her eyes were fading from amethyst back to blue and she was still following him through the woods.

She glanced down at her nightgown, iotas of blood on the skirt.

Thicker amounts near her neck.

Her mouth , why did her mouth taste irregular?

She searched through her memories , trying desperately to remember all the events before he came.

She was thrown back into a memory from earlier in the day.

Her feet still moved as she followed the boy.

Though she herself was in another time.

She remembered the sick feeling of her teeth sinking into his veins.

She remembered how it felt similar to biting into a steak.

She could feel the blood ooze down her throat.

The sharp and sweet coppery taste.

They came to a stop in front of large iron gates , this jolted her out of her memories.

“Bienvenue á la maison ,Mon Ange” he said looking down at her.

She smiled soft whispering a faint “Merci” following him through the gates.

They divert and return to their original position.

More walking means more memories to run through.

What were they here again for?

That question troubled her she wondered why…

She then went back into her thoughts.

She  could see the scene they left behind.

So clear you’d think she was still there.

She was almost like a ghost , walking among the living.

There but not affecting anything.

She could see her father’s pale body. The large bite in his neck.

Blood still dribbling from the would.

His eyes glazed over in dismay.

She could see what remained of her step mother’s body.

The scabrous marks on her legs and upper arms.

She could see the missing parts of her arms and legs.

The look of pure terror in her eyes.

She could see the bed sheets strewn across the floor.

They stopped again making her trance break.

A soft burn took place on her arm causing her to hiss in pain.

Eyes glowing the soft amethyst shade.

She looked up at him eyes shining in bewilderment.

“Ne t'inquiète pas , mon colombe.” he whispered to her, “Ce n’est qu’une sorte de marque”

“Une Marque?!” she hissed slightly panicked.

“Oui, Montrer á tous ceux qui parcourent ces terres que vous êtes á moi” He declared

She didn’t dare argue , though she wasn’t terribly fond of the idea.

Marked like property.

Was that all she was now? Property.

She followed him through the stripped and desolated hallways.

They came to a door with a pattern of soft red swirls on a black background.

He gently laid his hand upon the door.

It swung open.

Upon entering the room she realized it was similar to her old home.

It had a kitchen , a living area , a bedroom , and a bathroom.

She peered curiously around the room.

“Asseyez-vous s’il vous plaît , Mon colombe” He stated calmly.

Obediently she walked to the couch and sat.

Head held high a soft smile on her lips.

She looked almost doll like.

He smiled softly “S’il vous plaît , mon ange , Aidez-vous á tout dans notre maison. Je reviendrai bientôt.”

With  that he left through the door.

She remained seated for a long while.

She took in the soft lighting the candles on the mantles and tables provided.

She took note of the Chocolate Cosmos , Hellborne , Hollyhock , and Viola ‘Sally Sanderson’ in vases around the room. She smiled softly.

Until she heard movement.

Her smile melted into a frown.

Her eyes held a curious and fearful glaze. She hid.

She sealed herself away in a cabinet watching through a crack.

A taller beautiful woman stepped into the room from the door she assumed to be either the bathroom or the bedroom.

The woman wore a soft night-dress that reminded her of the sky at dawn.

This woman walked past her cupboard and to the kitchen.

“I wonder where , Rue could be” she mumbled.

Who was Rue? Who was this woman?

The girl was grateful she had learned some english.

The woman continued to walk about she appeared to be making coffee.

Anger flooded the girl’s veins.

Her eyes began to glow the beautiful amethyst shade.

She didn’t like this woman. She gently bared her teeth and crawled out of the cabinet.

“Qui es-tu?” she said in a dangerously calm voice.

The woman whipped her head around her eyes were similar to the color of a tiger’s fur or perhaps a pumpkin.

¨Pardon me? Where on earth have you come from?!” The woman gasped , though fear wasn’t in her eyes.

“Le garcon” she said simply teeth still bared at this woman.

The woman seemed to think over this statement for a very long time. Almost as if she was trying to translate.

“The Boy? Do you mean , Rue?” She questioned , slightly rolling the R in Rue.

The girl stared at her for a bit.

She did not know who Rue was..Could he be Rue?

“Les yeux rouges . cheveux noirs. Peau de porcelaine.” she said carefully describing him.

“Red eyes . Black hair. Porcelain skin?” repeated the woman more questioningly.

The girl nodded.

The woman seemed to run this description over in her head . Trying to see if she remembered the boy the girl was describing.

“Ah!” the woman said at last startling the girl, “Rue. Rue takes many forms to make it easier on the people he visits. He merely took the form of a boy so you wouldn’t fear him. Tell me little one, has he been calling you ¨Mon Ange” or “Mon Colombe”?”

The girl nodded

“Welcome , Acantha.” she smiled.

The girl felt her skin prickle.

How did this woman know her name? She hated the way it sounded.

The woman walked forward keeping Acantha captivated with her beautiful pumpkin colored eyes .

“Mon nom est Faline Leona” She said in shakey french.

She was very nervous in the presence of Acantha..

“Mon nom est Acantha Obscurite” she said carefully.

“I live with Rue.. We are … Roommates. Does that make sense?” She looked at her curiously.

“Roommates?” she asked the foreign word rolling off her tongue.

“It means we share a home but it means nothing” She told her patiently.

“Wh-Where is Rue?” she asked

“I was hoping you would know Miss Acantha but it appears you’re just as confused. Perhaps he went to find food?” She pondered

Upon the mention of food the girl’s stomach growled.

She eyed the woman now know as Faline curiously.

She couldn’t place what this woman was but she knew she wasn’t a meal.

She was starving…

Slowly her eyes began glowing.

She could smell a coppery liquid.

So sweet smelling.

All her teeth sharpened to a point and wouldn’t fit in her mouth.

Like some kind of terrifying porannah.

Her eyes began to glow brightly almost like the light from a candle, flickering softly.

Her delicate nails sharpened and she flexed her hands.

Her eyes appeared sunken and hollow.

It was a dark look she didn’t look herself anymore.

Faline turned back around to view the girl shrieking softly.

She backed away as Acantha advanced forward.

This continued until Faline was trapped in a corner.

She watched whimpering as the girl advanced on her tilting her head to the side.

Slowly the girl climbed the woman like you would a tree.

With her razor sharp nails she tipped Faline’s head to the side.

She gently traced Faline’s neck with her tongue.

Searching for her jugular as Faline whimpered in Horror

“Pardonne-moi , Madame Leona” she whispered in a sickly calm voice

She sunk her sharp teeth into Faline’s neck.

Squish. Suckle. Slurrp. Squish.

Soon the body collapsed to the floor.

Acantha moved away from the corpse. You would never know it was Faline.

Her once rosey and full cheeks now appeared pale and sunken.

Her neck bore a gaping hole blood still oozing out very slowly.

Her body seemed shrunken, as if she were nothing but a skeleton with skin.

Her face gnarled in fear.

She did not look like Faline Leona.

Acantha Obscurite now looked healthier.

Her eyes shone with a child-like innocence and her hair hung to her waist.

She didn’t have long sharp nails anymore.

Or spiny sharp teeth.

Her fangs barely indented her lower lip.

She carefully walked to Rue’s room , removing her nightgown.

She pulled a lilac ombre dress from the closet and pulled it on.

The gown billowed and pooled around her smaller body.

It was a fraction too long.

She carefully tied up her hair with a black bow and made her way from the room.

Her hair rivaled an autumn sunset .

Her eyes rivaled a summer sky.

Her smile was calm and delicate.

She slowly left yet another blood scene behind.

She was getting good….

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