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cayenneexe · 7 months

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Little Red Corvette (Ft. The Beatles) Part One

Benjamin O’Brien lives in Brighton Falls, California, trying to escape the trauma from a protest that caused him to lose his voice.

When an old friend visits and signs him up for a street race for his 18th birthday, he buys a beautiful Chevrolet Corvette unaware that under all its pain lies a stubborn but gentle Autobot from outer space with no memory and shared love for 80’s music.

Reverse Roles of AU of Bee and Charlie meeting and giving each other their named through the magic of music and insect posters.

(And yes, Bee is a fan of the Beatles bc I said so)

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Benjamin O’Brien has a normal life, or at least tries to.

Every morning he wakes up, eats his breakfast, takes painkillers for his damaged vocal cords, goes to community college for his auto shop classes, and goes to work at the beach boardwalk. It gets boring after a few months doing the same thing over and over again but it’s not the worst. He’s finally getting a proper education and now lives near the beaches of California, something younger Ben could only dream of doing.

It’s not the racing life but better than dying on the frontlines.

Tomorrow is his birthday and Ben wanted to treat himself. Days and weeks of a domestic life, he deserved for a bit of an adventure. A while back, he saw posters for a movie marathon at the local drive-in and Ben is a sucker for 80’s movies (His copy of the Breakfast Club is worn out from his 50th rewatch). He would go but the poor guy doesn’t have a car except a yellow Volkswagen Beetle that doesn’t even work. Who in their right mind goes to drive in without a car? Only the insane in his opinion.

Not too far from his host home is the local junkyard. Ben sometimes works there for extra cash or when he just wants to get his hands dirty working on cars again. For the past few days, he has been getting parts to repair the Beetle, using half of his wages to buy the parts he needed but so far his work has been in vain. Maybe on the day before his birthday, he’ll get some luck.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

His head buried under pillows and blankets, the tired 17-year-old slams his fist onto his alarm clock, silently cursing in annoyance at the dreaded box yet forces himself to sit up, blinking his blurry vision to adjust to the sunlight. Hoping to wake himself up, Ben leans over to his bedside table, puts on his black bluetooth headphones and presses play on his phone.

“Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace, Molly is the singer in a band. Desmond says to Molly, “Girl, I like your face” and Molly says this as she takes him by the hand Ob-la-di, ob-la-da! Life goes on, brah! La-la, how their life goes on. Ob-la-di, ob-la-da! Life goes on, brah! La-la, how their life goes on! Ob-la-di, ob-la-da! Life goes on, brah! La-la, how their life goes on!”

Ben mouths the upbeat lyrics as he changes out of his pajamas, slipping on a white tank top and slightly-used navy jeans from the carpet. He goes to brush his teeth and his head naturally begins to beat, the tiredness and annoyance from before already fading away. The teen cleans himself up and goes to the kitchen to eat breakfast, turning up the music on his headphones to dance on his way to the cabinets. Thank god no one is home. He opens the cabinet door to grab the last box of cereal but a knock in the door interrupts.

Ben slides his phones down to his neck. Who could possibly be up this early? The teen turns off his music and makes his way to the door, putting down the cereal box to turn the handle. The door swings open and his eyes immediately catch the hot pink color of hair.

“Hey, I-“

OH HELL NO!

SLAM!

The house nearly shakes at how fast Bee slammed the door on his old friend. Ben doesn’t let her answer, grumbling angrily at his visitor and ignoring the desperate knocks from the other side.

It’s too fucking early for this.

“Bee, please.” She begs between her knocks, “I just want to talk!”

The blonde teen freezes. Bee? Geez, I haven't heard that nickname in years.

Arcee, the hot-pink-haired biker outside his door, keeps knocking, her requests to let her inside fading into white noise in Ben’s ears. Hearing her voice again, just as panicked as he last heard her, hurts more than he thought it would.

Ben stays silent, which is all he can ever do. His hand trails up to his neck where a faded scar across his Adam's apple, his fingertips tracing the indents of the jagged shape. He wanted to put his old life in New York behind him, a life of fighting and protesting against a corrupt system. It wasn't supposed to be violent. Optimus promised that they wouldn't try to resort to force but the Decepticon mafia attacked first and that protest became a riot, one that cost him his voice.

Don't do it Ben. Don’t do it. It’s been almost a year. You can’t get hurt anymore.

Arcee was there at the protest but wasn’t there when Sergent Blitzwing ripped out his vocal cords. She doesn’t know his pain and the trauma that riot caused. Yet, his heart longed for a friend. Living alone has taken a toll that Ben isn’t willing to accept.

Maybe for a moment, just a moment. Then she can leave and never come back.

Ben shaking hands goes to unlock the door. The wooden barrier swings open and he stares blue to brown eyes at Arcee, who’s relieved at the open door. She smiles awkwardly but tries to put up a comforting face.

“Hey Bee,” she mumbles. A beat passes and the two just stand there. Bee looks at the clock and sees the minute hand inching closer to the 9.

Gah! I’m late!

The teen quickly types into his phone, “Do. You. Know. Sign. Language. ”

The biker perks up, surprised by his form of communication but doesn’t make a show of it. “Yes, I do.”

Bee tucks his phone into his pocket and steps aside, giving Arcee the permission to enter his home before he rushes to the kitchen to eat his unmade breakfast. Arcee nodded in appreciation and walked in, shuffling her feet onto the black floor mat before taking off her boots. She looks around, in awe of where his old crewmate has been staying for the past year. It’s surprisingly big for a teenager living alone and not to mention so close to the beach.

“A nice place you got here,” Arcee compliments, earning a humble buzz as Bee pours out his breakfast, briskly walking back and forth from his bowl and the fridge, “How’d you get it?”

“Host family.” Ben signed after putting away his milk, “Currently on vacation.”

As far as Bee remembers, the raceway in New York has always been his family. He was homeschooled in the pits and learned to drive before he could hit puberty. His origins are a complete mystery and for a while, he didn’t mind until he left. It was at that moment that Bee realized that he had no one. No one on the team was biologically related to him and there are no records of his birth. Bee might as well be non-existent.

The O’Briens are nice. Their son Dylan warmed up to him very quickly and his parents treated him like any other decent person would, even indulging in his odd taste for 80’s pop culture and music. Staying with them was a great idea but Ben knows he’ll never be part of their family and that’s okay. He wasn’t even offended when the family didn’t bring him along to their pre-paid vacation. He’s only living with them and that’s a fact that Ben is willing to accept.

Seeing his true family again and standing under the same roof as someone he considered as an older sister is odd. Arcee looked different since he last saw her. Her hair is shaved and cut up to her chin, her outfit consists of way more leather and black, and her wedding ring is missing.

Did something happen to her and Cliffjumper? Hopefully they didn’t end on bad terms.

Arcee remains quiet, looking around the O’Brien’s house with curiosity. It has only been a year but Bee has changed a lot. Bee has definitely taken the time to relax and act like an actual teen. He looks a bit more round and chubby, especially around the face, but his muscles remained firm, emphasized by his tank top while not too obvious. The biker laughs to herself remembering how much a skinny stick Bee was. The headphones are a new addition and so is his attire. Arcee realized that he had never seen Bee in jeans before, always found running around without the restriction of the denim.

Bee grows annoyed at the silence and stops eating to knock on the table, grabbing Arcee’s attention. “What are you doing here?” He signs as milk and crumbs drip from the corners of his lips.

Arcee leans back on her seat and smiles warmly, “Is it bad for an old friend to visit?” She joked, walking towards the dinner table where Bee is sitting. Bee frowns, an annoyed buzz escaping his throat which annoyed him even further.

I hate it when it does that.

Her grin fades into concern, curious and worried about the lack of the upbeat voice she once remembered, “What happened to your voice?”

“None of your business.” Bee gulps down the last of his cereal and dumps his empty bowl into the sink. Bee walks in long strides, speeding his pace to get out of the house as quickly as possible but Arcee isn’t so keen to see her old friend leave so soon, not when she just got him back.

“Bee, can we just talk?” Arcee sighs, exasperated by her old friend’s stubbornness but there’s a hint of begging in her voice.

There’s no denying that the base hasn’t been the same since Bee disappeared. They all thought he died but Orion knew he wasn’t. The biker didn’t know how he knew or why her leader never pushed to find his surrogate son but Arcee isn’t the type to let go of someone close to her so quickly. Not after…

Cliff.

With a red and yellow plaid button-up in his hand, Bee pauses at the soft desperation. It hurts to hear but before he could open his mouth, any and all words that could comfort her, reassure his friend that he misses her just as much, die from his lips, even if he can talk. He doesn’t look at her and taps on the doorway in morse code, “I have to go to work.”

The pink-haired biker remained frozen in her seat as the door slammed shut.

The rest of the day went by like a blur filled with crowds on the boardwalk and bullies from his classes dumping lemonade or making his job not worth the $20 an hour. It’s almost pathetic. The blonde knows any and every way possible he could run star wrestler, Shelby “Shatter” Bassett, into the ground without breaking a sweat. Maybe a punch in the face or a scratch on her boyfriend’s (admittedly stunning) royal blue AMC Javelin could also get him to shut up.

But he’s not B-127 the Freedom Racer anymore.

He’s just Benjamin the Hot Dog on a Stick cashier.

After a thorough wash to get all the lemon pulp out of his hair, Bee made a pit stop at the junkyard. With his birthday coming up in a few hours, the young teen hoped that he could get the Beetle up and running. He grabs his red toolkit from the back of the motorized bike he rides on, voicelessly greets the owner and rushes into the piles of the cars in the lot, taking apart the pieces he wants. Grime and oil gets on his button-up and skin and the metallic stench of rust seeps into his nostrils but the blonde doesn’t mind, remembering the similar smell back in New York except missing the sound of race cars zooming in the background.

“Can’t catch me, Bee!”

“Fat chance!”

“Go faster, papa! Faster!”

“If you say so, little one!”

“Tell me where your friends are hiding!”

Wait.

“I’ll never talk!”

Stop.

“Is that right?”

Stop it!

SHING!

“Then let’s make it official.”

NO!

#transformers #bumblebee 2018 #bumblebee movie #bumblebee #tf bumblebee #charlie watson #charbee #cross posted on ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #im so sleep deprived #i need my charbee fluff to live #i had enough with all the angst #reverse au #humanformers au #humanformers #i guess but idk #freedom racers au

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dreampearls · 8 months

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so many cutie things abt nahida & scara they made them so sweets

#santol u have me thinking abt them a lot...#scaras thing w birds in his demo -> nahida as a literal caged bird.. lol #symbolically children in the sense that they were deprived of their agency/abandoned/not allowed grow up #wanderer w the mobility &freedom to move across teyvat + nahida trapped in her sanctuary #and yet both still so deeply isolated and lost #the . extremelt blatanlty obviohs buddhism thing of suffering being inevitable and universal & the only way out being #achieving understandjng & reaching enlightenment #AND WHO DOES SCARA MEET IF NKT THE ULTIMATE REPRESENTATION OF UNDERSRANDING& ENLIGHTENMENT PERSONIFIED LOL....

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saeshiraw · 8 months

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tired girl hours i’m just ranting bcos i don’t have enough time to cry

#tw rant #studying med is no joke. ik it was gonna be a commitment n that it wasnt gonna be easy n i thought i was prepared but im not #its my passion. i love what im studying and ive dedicated myself to this path but i just. its so hard n i just want to cry. everyday feels #so tiring. morning to night classes. when i get home i have to read 4 chapters MINIMUM n the books are so thick + exams almost everyday #i feel worse knowing there’s this 1 girl in my friend group that cant decide whether she likes me or not. one moment shes complimenting me #n asking where i get my outfits or my nails done or my earrings or whatever then praising me that i probably study the least out of everyone #yet still reach high student rankings but its not that im lazy im just so exhausted n its hard to have motivation... lowkey envy how my #friends study minimum 4 hours a day. we’re all tired n sleep deprived. even taking 30mins to eat makes me feel guilty. cant even watch 1 ep #of an anime bcos ill be thinking about the amount of work to do. and i have sm plans. i wanna be more active and have a healthier lifestyle #but i cant find it in me to wake up every 5am to go to the gym when i just wanna get as much sleep when im lucky to finish my studies today #i also dont see my bestest friends everyday anymore. some of us move to diff unis or some in diff majors. i just miss them so bad it hurts #and i miss the girl i used to be when i still had time and energy to indulge in my hobbies. i miss playing genshin and writing fics #just when i got back to writing and enjoyed it LOVED IT i had to go back to uni. i feel terribly lonely even when im always with people #im afraid ill completely lose grasp of the little things that make me happy bcos the weight of my responsibilities are heavier #im afraid ill be too focused on success again like i was when i was 17 and forget that its okay to relax too but idk #and i wanna meet more people make more friends have new experiences. i wanna feel alive again. and theres sm i wanna talk to or get to know #but im so afraid of people hurting me or disappointing me or people getting to know me only for the friendships to fail or we’ll dislike eac #h other. i wanna date and fall in love again and experience the romance my peers have. i wanna have someone to call my own person but the fe #ar of having someone only to lose them someday scares the hell outta me. im not ready for another heartbreak so i isolate myself and watch #people from afar. uni gives me sm freedom to do everything else and form my own identity but i dont wanna be Perceived. I wanna be heard and #seen n connect with people. but w my curreny state idt i can handle being vulnerable with others. it feels so lonely that the things i want #are out of my rrach but idt i can manage my time to meet new people and make new memories. i console myself by shopping a lot and going to #spas to relax yet i still find it hard to sleep. im afraid im wasting my time. im not as brave as i used to be. im not as efficient as i was #i get older and more tired and while i never questioned if studying med was the path i want i do question what will happen next #“is this all im ever going to be?” im good at what i do but day by day i lose sight of tje girl who knew how to laugh n smile. ik what makes #me happy but i rarely smile genuinely anymore. im so tired and want to sleep for a long time but i dont wanna fail. i dont wanna be NOT good #but it makes me cry when i know i can do many great things but i dont feel loved. people compliment me but dont approach me bcos they say im #intimidating or that im too quiet in class. i wish i could tell them i wanna join their parties too or i wanna meet their friends n hangout #but what if it doesnt work out? what if i wasted my time getting to know someone id eventually regret? what if im the disappointing one?#the days are getting shorter but it always feels like a long day. im ashamed to admit i want someone to hold me yet refuse to have anyone

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souralmondmilksea · 7 months

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I hardly know how to navigate all of this- emotionally and intellectually. I'm Jewish. If someone asked me if I think Jews ought to have a right to self-determination, of course I'd say yes. After everything that has happened throughout history, the fact that there exists a Jewish state is incredible, seems like a miracle. But why like this? Why at the cost of subjugation? At the cost of so much war? At the cost of so, so, so much death, all these years? "Why like this, why like this?"

I feel like that's all I can ask right now. Why is it like this?

And I want to add: My peers, my fellow people that want the world to be a safe and just place, whether you support the Israeli government, whether you support Palestinians, whether you don't support the Israeli government but want there to be a Jewish state or two states, whatever your views are- my god, please don't forget your humanity. Please do not celebrate civilian deaths. Please don't sneer at people's pain, even if they lie on the other side of the debate from you. I know mothers whose sons have been called to war on the side of Israel, grandmothers whose small grandchildren are hiding in bomb shelters on the other side of the world, Muslim friends whose family are in Gaza and have not been heard from in days. Please, please, please just... don't.

Even as I say this, I know some people might respond with outrage. But there are many people- well-meaning people- participating in these conversations without direct ties, without much knowledge beyong some instagram infographics, who are treating this like some sort of theoretical social justice exercise. This is real. I know many of you are against Israel, but don't dismiss your Jewish friend's pain (and don't assume that Jewish=pro-Israel). I know many of you are against Palestinians, but don't dismiss their pain. Just... don't forget your humanity. I don't know how I can express this without upsetting people, I know that it's possible I just sound like I'm saying "why can't we all be nice!"- that's not what I'm trying to convey. Just keep some sympathy with you. I understand that we must draw lines as to how far we can extend that sympathy. Loss is loss, though. Keep that sympathy with you as far as you can.

#israel #palestine #and before anyone jumps down my throat as everyone is wont to do online: per the first paragraph I clearly am disgusted at Israel's #subjugation of palestinians into second class citizens deprived of the same freedoms as Israeli Jews #and I am working as hard as I can to be informed #if you're going to come into the replies or my inbox please know I am very interested in knowing your views and that I'm a person with #with feelings

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heartkillers · 1 year

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Gastorber 2022. Day 18: Regret with GZtale Gaster. GZtale belong to @.nixensibrat02

Somebody pay me for therapy... -cry-

#gastorber_2022 #gastorber 2022 #undertale #undertale au #gaster #gztale #gztale gaster #gaster gztale #Why do all the Gasters I love die! fade away! are deprived of their freedom or have a tragic history? I love the roles they take BUT IT HURT #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #fanart #hk creator #heartkiller sketchbook #GASTERS SIMP

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toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account · 5 months

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trying to talk about What's Happening and hearing "b-but israel is one of the only other DEMOCRACIES!!!!!" and having to restrain yourself because you're thinking. Who The Fuck Cares

#the democracy and 'FREEDOM!!!' of a government towards it's own people within it's nation doesn't mean jack shit #when they are actively oppressing another people and stripping them of freedom and keeping them in an apartheid state #like. cool. citizens there can vote. that's awesome #can their neighbors in gaza leave a strip the size of london. can they control their own food. or water. or electricity.#a nation having a state of democracy and freedom of choice within it's own borders is irrelevant #when they're depriving innocent people outside those borders of their fucking humanity. let alone anything akin to freedom and 'democracy'#mine #free palestine #but of course. in a country that itself flaunts being the democratic 'land of the free' despite building that 'democracy' on stolen land #that was taken from the people they also colonized and carried out a genocide on. that rhetoric shouldn't surprise me here. and yet.

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milkdongcomics · 2 months

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World Whale Day 2024 世界鯨魚日 HEY HUMAN, SEE WHAT YOU DO!? ANIMAN - PERFORMING BELUGA Instagram: milkdongcomics Facebook: Milk DoNg Comics

#Beluga Whale #Animal Entertainment #Deprived Freedom #Natural Habitat Loss #Cruelty Transport #Cruelty Training #Abnormal Behaviour #ANIMAN #HEY HUMAN SEE WHAT YOU DO!?#Milk DoNg #Milk DoNg Comics #Art #Drawing #Sketching #Painting #Illustration #Color Pencil

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aceteling · 3 months

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I miss my flat... Missing that tiny not functional patch of freedom...

#i miss having a quiet private space to go back to #i miss having the freedom and privacy that came with it #i miss being able to explore big city with my best friend without having to arrange things #i miss distances feeling shorter #i miss it i do #conclusion: i should move out #but ugh I don't have money for that :(#ehh train hauntings of a sleep-deprived brain #i just wish things were easier #i am always being so brave about it but it's in my thoughts #i guess I'll always be attached to my first taste of independence #but hey. in 5 years things might be completely different (better)#i won't let it get to me #i make do #i WILL make do no matter what #(don't get me wrong i like living with mum but... there are restrictions obv)#domi talks #i wish i could sleep on a train

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provvidence · 4 months

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not making money for 2 years then making it again has broken my brain a bit. there is no space in between "spending way too much" and "spending nothing". i could spend 5 dollars in one day and be like "jfc i spent too much money today christ i'm out of control" when really. i can do that. it's okay. also i grew very accustomed to the last week of a month being insanely fucking stressful making sure i have enough to cover rent and bills on the first and now it's the last week of the month and i gotta calm myself down cuz actually i can cover my bills but my brain is convinced something is wrong

#to be fair to myself. i've had a job for two months #and i already have built some savings back up #not very much but like i am being good w the money #and also treating myself like a human #who was deprived of any financial freedom for 2 years #i think i'm doing okay but god it never feels like it

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firstenchanterorsino · 5 months

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Neat concept to consider: a Dark Urge origin character could technically regain their memory if they had Regenerate cast on them.

I say could because if someone wanted to be a stickler for wording, it can be validly ruled that Regeneration doesn't apply to internal/organ damage as it specifically only details regrowth of "severed body members". However, also equally valid ruling to say that it would make sense it would recover significant internal damage.

I think it's pretty sensible to say that Regenerate would restore it, as it has been firmly established in-game that the majority of the memories lost for the Dark Urge are explicitly due to physical trauma to the brain. Since Heal is described as having healed a sliver of the permanent damage which then caused immediate memory recollection, safe to say that complete restoration of the brain would come with total or almost total memory recollection.

Which leads to the most interesting character building point of this which is: how would regaining their memories affect the Dark Urge, especially if the identity they developed post-amnesia is fundamentally different from who they originally were? Would the reclamation of memory be processed as gaining their prior sense of identity in some way, or would it get processed more like witnessing the memories of an entirely separate person from their POV?

I think it's only a given that the answers to these questions heavily relies on whatever path the new Dark Urge has chosen, as well as whether or not the Dark Urge still has Bhaal's blood. Even more intriguing character development musings that the fraction of one's Dark Urge interpretation is influenced by where in the timeline memories are regained. Further expanded upon, another question is if the return of their memory would drive the Dark Urge back to the ambitions of their old self or if it would only serve to fuel atonement more than they were already motivated to.

> ur welcome to use this post as a prompt btw

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #the dark urge #juicy drama is the dark urge quickly turning on everyone theyre currently allied with on the more moral good side #to rejoin the absolute plot. alternatively post-story and redeemed dark urge now pissed because they used to be #a damn efficient absolute unit of death. now feels lame.#for more fuzzy n warm outcomes: dark urge now having full and complete appreciation for their hard won freedom and reclaimed personhood #the memories of ''a life before bhaal'' are pure tragedy and while holding value... still hurts still stings the same it did before.#perhaps even worse. they mourned the fragments they had of the child they used to be and loathe the matured monster. did so before #and even more now. seeing these joys and loves theyve come to own and questioning if they deserved any comfort with hands so bloody.#they could not control their memory loss and reforging of identity. this gets echoed by lover(s) and friends alike. but there is still an #ache of deprived justice as the monster their vessel once was will never experience a fraction of the punishment they forced on others.#b u t BUT BUT through the haze of guilt and shame and refound confusion over self.... it clicks like it never has before...#that they actively live their wishful fantastical hope of a life after bhaal. they chased with theirs hunters blood and triumphed.

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deus-ex-mona · 1 year

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h e l p did they really just give minami a new costume right before eos?

minami premium live fr

#he’s celebrating his escape from gacha hell in style…#it is suiyoubi my dudes #minamemes #just honeypre things #dk why i put gacha freedom in the prev tag i think i’m just sleep deprived

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obsessedwithegos · 2 years

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Not used to freedom for Emil :)

CWs: Vampire whumpee and caretaker, Lady caretaker, Start of blood deprivation, Trained whumpee, Whumpee not used to having free choice, Caretaker unknowingly using whumpee’s training

Note: Canon, this is all happening at night time so neither Jolene or Emil are being burnt

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Jolene sets down the three bags of horse feed with a sigh and wipes sweat off of her face. “There we go!”

Emil soon entered the room behind her and set down the new salt licks with a winded breath.

The winded breath caught Jolene’s attention, causing her to look at the slightly taller vampire. “You alright, Emil?” she asked

He gives her a small smile as to try to not worry her “I’m getting a bit tired.” He answered, avoiding the actual reason.

Though he wouldn’t have luck hiding it as Jolene’s eyes immediately looked at his mouth and saw that his fangs were extended.

“Emil.” Jolene’s tone became stern, causing Emil to tense. “Being hungry gets you more than tired. Why haven’t you been eatin’?”

Emil looks at her confused “I- I thought I had to work to earn food.”

Any sternness was quickly replaced with horror. She quickly grabs him by his arm and starts dragging him out of the barn behind her “Come on, we’re goin’ inside and you’re not lifting a single workin’ finger until you have your fill!”

He stumbles over his own feet as he follows her “M-Ma’am, it’s okay! Truely!”

“LIKE HELLS IT IS!” She snips “I’ll be damned if I let you go hungry under Ladies Luck’s moon!”

Emil’s mouth gaps as he tries to think of something to reassure her that it was fine but her insistence made it difficult to even try to think of anything.

Jolene drags him all the way back to the house. “Go sit at the table.” She orders as she lets go of him to go to the kitchen.

Emil quickly moves to sit at the living room table, nervously fidgeting with his hands.

“Human, beef, or pork blood?” Jolene called out from the kitchen

“Whichever you’d like!” He answered, not used to getting a choice. Part of him was worried about making the wrong choice.

After a moment of silence, Jolene enters the living room with three blood bags. “If you don’t pick, you get all of ‘em.” She says handing them to Emil. “Whatever you don’t drink can be put back in the fridge for the next time you’re hungry.”

He nods as he hesitantly takes the bags “Yes ma’am.” He answers before biting down into the human one as it was the one he preferred the most.

As Emil drinks, Jolene lets out a sigh as she finally picks on how tense he was now. “You aren’t in trouble Emil. I don’t know what you went through but when you’re under my roof, you have access to food at any time. You don’t need permission, you’re more than welcome to help yourself to the fridge. Just let me know when it’s gettin’ low so I can restock it. Alright?” she explains, her tone now being a lot more gentle

Emil nods slowly, unsure how to feel about the information. It was good to know that he wouldn’t need to go hungry but it went against everything he’s been taught.

Jolene goes to grab her egg collecting basket “I’m gonna to go check on the chickens, if those three aren’t enough to fill you up please get some more until you’re full. I’ll be back in a few.”

“Yes ma’am.”

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General tag: @emmettnet @thebluejaysworld

You're the asker so no kira story tag :3

BTHB: @badthingshappenbingo

#owe answers #whumpsday #bad things happen bingo #emil tag #jolene tag #jolene writing tag #emil writing tag #jolene got a bit of a revamp! I had to reach into my own southern roots to make her feel more genuine to me :>#vampire whump #vampire whumpee #vampire caretaker #blood deprivation #Not used to freedom #(Emil is willingly helping btw. hence why Jolene stresses not lifting a working finger until he's eaten)#trained whumpee #whump #whump tag #recovery trope #BTHB: Original work / Original Characters

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