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ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝗩𝗜𝗟 𝗦𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗘𝗡𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗧 : ex with attachment issues headcanons

ੈ notes: came back with more cunty content about this cunty queen

|theres NSFW mentions on this post - don’t scroll if you’re a minor|

•Probably will resent you very much for wasting his precious time, but the scale of his harshness towards you depends on the breakup reason.

• At the worst case he'll throw some light shade at you whenever you happened to be in the same room as him. It would be too impolite to just directly address his displeasure with your presence, so expect just some indirect complaints about your "exaggerated perfume" or your "disrespect towards the school etiquette”. He'll make sure to bother just enough to satisfy his hurt ego, even though he knew deep down it was ridiculous for his image as a dorm leader.

• if the breakup reason was lighter, he'll just make sure to address you with indifference and politeness like he does with any other student of Night Raven College. You might feel some sharp glares towards you sometimes or a additional rigid breath, but he'll never bother you with such a nonsense because of his unattached persona.

• Surely won't bat an eye when you pass through him on the crowded corridors of the college, Vil was an excellent actor after all and he would do everything he could to hide how much you affected him with your absence.

• But this doesn't mean you should go around underestimating his peripheral vision, in the end the day his eyes were scanning every little corner with the hope of finding you somewhere.

• Also, don't get too careless thinking you can move on quickly after the break up. If you're even thinking about seeing someone else with less than two months, be aware that he's going to come back in your life just to torment you. Vil loves to remind you how good it was to have him as a partner in times like this and also how horrible it could be to lost him forever. He'll make sure to come back to you just to make sure you drop your other options before he pushes you away again.

• Make sure you're prepared to be dragged on a vicious cycle of affection and indifference depending on his mood of the day. He missed you so much... but he had to move on from that phase as quick as possible for the sake of his career... but you had to understand that you were made to be his... but he also should stop pampering you so much after such mediocre relationship…. but you also should be more considerate with his feelings, you guys had story together... but seriously! you had to stop being so overly sensitive and leave him alone when he needed. It would be a endless and torturing cycle for the both of you, he wanted to feel worth your attention and at the same time make sure you knew what you had lost.

• Would try to push the thoughts of you to the back of his mind with the practice of physical exercise. It was honestly so stressing to not being able to focus on anything after that awful break up with such a common person! He had to clear his mind up with something or at least be tired enough to not think about it (he would probably dream about you anyway).

• Maybe he could even start seeing a therapist to read more deeply into this strange addiction he had of you. The other alternatives weren't helping to clean his mind anymore and he could notice how physically and emotionally draining it was getting to not understand his feeling towards you.

• Shamefully, hate sex would probably be a thing. It was so so so humiliating to have his thoughts wandering around you and the heated moments you guys shared together... his bed seemed so empty without your warm body trembling bellow him (or on top of him). He was so dumb to even bring you to his room in first place! How could he even sleep in such a place after all you had done in those sheets? Now it was almost as necessary as oxygen to have your lowly presence by his side again, he needed to feel your grotesque hands on him and your petulant mouth on his.

• The whole experience would be very humiliating for the both of you, nor him nor you would have the gut to admit you were constantly seeking each other behind that hatful facade. At some point, people wouldn't even bother to understand your current status of relationship anymore. Even Rook, which was the biggest stalker supporter of the both of you was tired of listening those well know noises from his roi du poison's room.

#twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #twst headcanons #vil shoenheit x reader #vil x reader #twst smut #twst x reader #twst #twst hcs #twst wonderland

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camilieroart · 15 hours

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TMNT COLORCODED CHARACTER LINEUP COMPLETED !

After MONTHS of work, here is finally the lineup of all

61 CHARACTERS

That will be relevant at one point or another in Colorcoded season 1 :) More non-spoilery informations about them below !

Harry the Pickpocket gets beaten up pretty often. People like to hate what is ugly, and Harry wasn't the prettiest homeless guy around. Then again, most of the time he got beat up because he was caught stealing, but that's irrelevant. He had to do what he had to do to survive, and in New York, if you don't steal what you need, well people won't give it to you. More often than not, New Yorkers liked to step over him and a few sometimes walked on him, while still ignoring him. Harry was used to being hated, being beaten, being ugly and undeserving. What he was definitely NOT used to, was being saved by a group of reptilian people that, despite the fact that he stole from them, did not beat him up, talked to him nicely, and even built him a safe shelter. The Purple one even got him running water ! Now that he could drink and shower and look presentable, he might even be able to get a job, all thanks to these kids ! Harry didn't care that they were green and had a tough back. They were nice to him, and it was only fair Harry shared whatever scraps of infos he got to help them during missions. Especially when they brought some of these tasty pizzas…

Angel had always been called a bit naive, a bit stupid, a bit too good. She was always accommodating, always saying yes and her trust could easily be abused. But that wasn't true. Angel wasn't stupid. She knew what she was giving, and she knew that sometimes it was a bit too much. But she wanted to believe in the good of people, and in their good intentions, because it's always nice to be believed in ! So, what if she felt horribly ostracized by her only friends Casey and April, always out of the loop and pushed aside, ditched out of nowhere for them to run off with poor excuses ? They surely had a great reason ! Plus, she also kept secrets from them. You see, Angel had a part time job in the local Dimmart. She didn't really need it, it was just a good way to store away cash. And the fact that she didn't NEED it, made her able to freely walk out or shrug off if she gets fired. That definitely came in handy the night she caught a giant rat man and 4 turtles stealing from the store. So maybe she let them get away and purposefully covers for them everytime she can, but what else was she supposed to do ? She knows that people who steal, are usually people that don't have choice. Some nights, maybe the cameras have some strange malfunctions.

Steve Spiegel was a failed artist. At least that what his mom said. No matter how much work he put in his comics, nobody seemed to care. Maybe he just wasn't good at coming up with nice stories... But if there's one thing he's good at, it's listening to other people's stories, and giving advice. Now that's his thing ! Maybe he doesn't enjoy it as much as making his own stories, but at least, it pays the bills ! Plus there's that new client, Casey Jones, that had been telling him the craziest stories. Of course, Steve knew realistically, that this kid was either having a laugh at his expense, or in a serious situation that he struggled at expressing and tries to explain through silly stories instead. Either way, Steve listened like it was real, gave advice like it was true, and everytime the kid seemed happy and satisfied. And professional confidentiality be damned, these stories were too good to not be turned into a nice comic…

Vernon Fenwick was what you can call an asshole. After he failed to work in any of the TV channels the city had to offer, he made his own show called the Earth Protection News, courtesy of his roommate Ulysses S. Grant, that might have passed away soon after giving him the right to his show and all of it's audience. Vernon's show didn't work well at first. In this stupidly 'woke' world, having an openly racist, and misogynist and transphobic show seemed to have a certain impact on how it performed. It wasn't until the apparition of the monsters (that the arrogant and blind-sided left calls 'mutants' to hide their horrific nature) that Vernon truly started to shine. Each new footage or even pictures was dissected in his show and explained. People listened ! Finally the world knew he was right. These reptilians had grown tired of waiting, and decided to finally start to take over, but humans won't let them ! we'll fight back, starve them, torture them, kill them ! His show was bought by Channel 3, and millions hung to his every word ! And if Vernon hid some footage that proved these mutants weren't as dangerous as he thought, then who would know ? It was only a matter of time anyway. He could see it, when they mess up and the entire world is at stake because of them, oh he would be right. He would have won. And when it happens, Vernon would be there.

Akira is the Shredder’s right hand. When Shredder rose to power, he went against her, and was thrown into a prison pit to rot. But Shredder knew the man had talent and skill, and she didn’t want it to go to waste. She broke his mind, and took his eyes, and Akira is now completely obedient to his master.

Tanner G. Rollins is the failure of the family. His family moved to New York to make it, 2 generations ago, and were very successful. Tanner chose not to take over the family business and become a doctor. They were kicked out and banished because of it. He struggled really badly to become a dentist, and even then, clients were rare and barely enough to survive. Thanks to Splinter’s kindness, they decided to devote his life to helping mutants. He became a pro-mutant activist and takes care of mutant patients without ever compromising their safety. Also they’re a big rabbit fan. They’re just neat. He’s very blunt and honest, and heavily depressed.

Avril and xer twin Amaro Knox work in their grandma's (Anet Knox) Calm Corner Comics shop, and often scare of assholes that try to bother. They are both pro-mutants. Both are Tanako no Ichi fan. Avril is very chill and cool (xey/xer). Amaro is a party guy and always poppin'.

Anet Knox might be a small woman, but she is strong-willed and is a person to respect. She rules her comic shop with an iron fist, and is ready to beat the hell out of anyone disrespectful, despite her grandchildren being there to do so. She’s loudly pro-mutant, and is very happy to see Leo and Donnie whenever they come over for the new Tanako no Ichi manga or some Lynthia’s Legends.

André Murakami is a blind japanese chef, owner of the small but delicious restaurant "Fuyuuran". He was blind from one eye when he was born and fucked up his other eye by running around with a knife as a kid. He's very sweet and pro-mutant.

Renet Tilley is Casey's and April's history teacher, as well as their reference teacher. She is pretty awkward and shy around other adults and tend to relax around teens and younger. Her classes are always interesting and she strives to help her student as best as she can.

Shinigami and Yumiko live together. Shinigami was Karai's nanny and basically raised her. After Saki's death, she talked to Karai calling her sweetheart as she always have and got gutted and thrown out. Thankfully she was saved by one of the clan's cooks, Yumiko. They both ran away from the Foot and they assume they're dead. Since the Foot had always provided for them, they live in extreme poverty, and Yumiko works 5 jobs to try to save up to buy a proper wheelchair for Shinigami.

Baxter Stockman found, one day, a lot of canisters clogging his lab’s water tunnels, and after a few experiments, saw the potential in the mutagene. He sold it to scientists all around the world, and kept some to himself to experiment with. Ethicality and morality didn’t have it’s place in Stockman Entreprises, and it was in the way of progress. However, Baxter knew it was dangerous, and thus took it really badly when he noticed one day the Foot Clan spying on him, and decided to teach them a lesson. Baxter’s main drive is learning and discovering, advancing technology and driving humanity forward, no matter the cost. With global warming and world leaders playing with atomic bombs, time is limited, and Baxter will be the one to save the human race.

Don Vizioso is the nicest guy alive, he's known as the philantropist Vizioso. He would help you pay off your debt, take you under his wing if you're struggling, pay an ice cream to a little kid, shoot a guy that betrayed him 35 times in the head, pay for your college tuition, help fix the fucked up streets, or even give you access to his free hospital he set up in Manhattan ! His employees are helping out everywhere in the city, even if their influence is mainly in Manhattan. Recently, they have been bravely battling the group of thugs named the Purple Dragons, that keep aggressing people and destroying properties. Of course, Vizioso always helps with the reparations, sometimes coming down himself to fix up a wall or entertain the kids. For some reason, people keep coming after him with wild accusations, and these thugs often end up being recruited by the Purple Dragons. Plus, after the city announcement about the existence of monsters in New York, he's taken a stance on protecting New York, and has been bravely fighting back the creatures that keep trashing the city ! What a hero.

(This is the version that Vizioso believes about himself as well as the propaganda)

Don Vizioso is a mafia boss, despite being known by the mass as "the philantropist Vizioso". He would help you pay off your debt, but in return you're indebted in him. He'd take you under his wing, then shove you into a life of crime you can't escape. He would pay an ice cream to a little kid, because that way the shooter on the roof can't get to him. He would shoot a corpse until it's disfigured, and then go after his family. He would pay for your college tuition, and then ask you to kill the dean. He would fix the fucked up streets, and ask a tax from the people to pay for it. He made a free hospital, that actually records everything about you, and steals money every month without you noticing. His goons are looming over the entire city, but Manhattan is what is truly under his control, including the information. A group of resistant was created, called the Purple Dragons, but they are constantly discredited and Vizioso's crimes are pinned on them. Vizioso helps this idea that he's innocent by helping rebuild buildings he destroyed, but not the families he killed. When people realize they've been dupped, and lost everything after trusting Don Vizioso, they go after him, and then join the resistance. The mutants are a menace for his organization, and they won't destroy what took him so long to build. Plus, if he could capture them and sell them, he could make a good buck out of it.

The Purple Dragons are angry people, most of which have been wronged by Don Vizioso, that let their anger known. They are demonized by Don Vizioso and the city, and cast aside. Hun is their leader, driven mostly by anger and resentment. He always feels as if everything is being stolen from him and reacts impulsively and violently, which has often has negative effects in his life. He tries to aim that anger directly onto Vizioso and his energy into taking him down. During the raids to places that would weaken Vizioso, Hun goes wild and is often the reason for the bigger property damage. After hurting his loved ones when he was little however, he is always careful to not hurt people unless they ask/agree to it (like for a spar or he asks people if they want to fight. If they refuse he insists but doesn’t lunge for it anyway), or to defend himself or the people he wants to protect. Only when it’s directly and immediately. The few crimes they do commit in order to fight Vizioso is often the justification for the other, bigger crimes Vizioso commits and pins on them. Hun knows that getting mad at that and being violent back would only make their reputation worse, but he refuses to stay idle or passive in the face of the mafia boss. Hun, Koios Streight (the voice of reason), Nermin (tries to better the reputation of the Purple Dragons and deal with the damage. She's the n°1 reason Hun reigns himself in property damage). Also Koios and Nermin are dating. it's like irrelevant to anything ever. All the purple dragon things they wear is merch from Lynthia's legends (donnie's fav books) because it's about dragons and the color theme is purple.

Miss Chow, Malo and Arune are a little recomposed family. Miss Chow owns a food stall called "Chow's food and drink" in Manhattan. Arune and Miss Chow are married, and each handle a different job for the stall. Miss Chow is the main face and makes the food and such. Arune is usually working on paperwork and taking care of the finances and going to pick up Malo from school… Malo is from Miss Chow's previous marriage. She loves her moms but she's very very shy. She’s also partially deaf, but is able to hear pretty well with her hearing aid. Miss Chow is battling cancer, and thanks to Arune’s incredible talent in handling finances and worming through admnistrative, they’re able to stay afloat and have most of her treatment covered. Arune had a congenital malformation, and due to the fact she spent her entire life disabled and surviving America’s legal system, she really knows her way around their traps.

8-ball needs to feel like she has control over her life, and herself. After 18, her parents pushed her out for her to become independent, but 8-ball struggled and failed to get a job. Desperate and unable to seek refuge at her parents’, she was extremely grateful when a kind man took her in. What she thought was kindness turned out to be abuse, as he used her fragile mental state to control her. His constant pressure to be more beautiful and thinner, and her need to feel like she still belonged to herself led her to the dangerous path of controlling her food. It started small, not allowing any snaks after 2PM, then it became not eating more than once a day, then that one meal became smaller and smaller. It felt good, to be able to control that, to see the changes on her body that at last SHE was making happen. One day, as he hit her, one of her bone broke, due to malnutrition. He realized that his puppet would no longer work, and he left. 8-ball was right back where she started, in a much worse condition. Her control over her life kept slipping away, even with him gone, and it only amplified her need to control her food intake. Then, an evening she looked in the mirror after showering and it hit her like a truck. She was not okay and she needed help. But with no job and barely surviving, she couldn’t afford the help. She had no support group, nothing. So she made one, with other girls that like her were struggling and needed help but couldn’t get any professional one.

She is slowly relearning to eat without the swirl of guilt and horror to appear, but it’s very hard, and set backs happen often. But she’s going to survive it, she’s determined to make it. She wears wigs to hide her falling hair, and contacts because she likes it. Her favorites are the 8 balls ones.

The Turks were originally just a support group for disabled girls to talk about their problem, but it quickly turned into a way for them to expel their anger and sadness at being abandoned by society. It was founded and is being lead by 8-ball (favourite weapon baseball bat), along her two right arms, Aïda (spiky punchy things) who has down syndrome and is tired of being pushed aside, and Ruth (knife hidden in cane), an old black lady that seems fragile but will tear you apart, earning her the nickname “ruthless”. The gang often trashes the city and beat up people that make comments on their appearances. They tag a lot of walls about the city’s abandonment of disabled people and the lack of help and care for them if they do not fit hyper-specific criterias. As well as they are constantly judged due to their disability, leading to an impossibility to get jobs and sometimes even housing. They are led by 8-ball, that cannot fight due to her fragile physical state, but is the voice of their group. As the group gets known, they are being joined by other women, that while not disabled, are victims of societal or domestic abuse, and wishes for things to change. Of course all of this nuance and why the group was created is being pushed aside by medias and they are being labelled as a violent mob gang that only wishes to create anarchy. All their messages through tags are not relayed by the media, and some of them even present 8-ball and her right arms as big strong men (because how else could they have trashed the street ?). They are regularly being stopped by the turtles for hurting people, whenever it goes too far. However the mutants have never stopped them from writing their messages, as long as they didn’t hurt anyone. For a while, the girls abided to the rules, but they are getting tired of their messages disappearing in the wind. They need to do something big. To finally be listened to. Also this women only club does accept trans women, who goes through the same selection as everyone else.

it was originally a support group for women to reunite and talk about their problems and such. now, sure they trash the place but technically that's still the case. It's a support group for women about women discrimination, which includes all women, but it's a support group for women. Like that's just it. It turned into a gang which isn't great, but yeah. Plus it's not like a windmill. There's like questions they ask you before you join and stuff. It's a group that includes everyone that has experiences woman discrimination, and so includes trans women and Ft anything. Of course regardless of gender or build or whatever if you start being an ass you get kicked out

General Blanque is loyal to his country, and after that the world. He will defend it from any threats, and after New York City’s mayor gets attacked by monsters, and the mayor gets convinced to stay inactive, General Blanque decides to act in the shadows, helped by his assistant Lonae. It would take him a while, but he would get rid of these pests, before they fester and grow. He has a plan for a special squad of trained criminals, as he could not use soldiers without being noticed, and he’d grant them immunity if they succeed... Lonae is a model secretary and assistant. Always proper and straight, remembering all the meetings and accommodating her general whenever she can. Dutiful and loyal to a fault, especially to her clan’s leader, Shredder. She’s a wonderful spy, not once suspected by the General. Shredder stays aware of all the political movement happening in New York, without ever giving away her precious asset.

Libby and Harold Lilja own the store “Friendly neighbourhood store”, in the end of Brooklyn, towards Staten Island. Originally both graduate of a science PhD, their paths led them to each other, and in the end, to this little store that is their pride and joy. They met Splinter and the turtles when they were still little, as Splinter was trying to steal for food. The Lilja were the first ones to welcome the mutants with open arms and help them out. They are considered precious allies, despite not being in each others life all that often (not visiting each others houses or anything). Both of them are very outspoken pro-mutants, despite Harold being generally very quiet, and Libby avoiding political discussions.

Oxymary's maker, nicknamed "Ox" by fans. They're a bit fan of non-human creatures, going as far to inspire their main guiding character from a non-human, and then always dressing up as them when they go out. Which is ironic, when you know how anti-mutant they are.

Ox, making the game : "ommmmmg so like monster characters are soooo cool, so mysterious and interesting, and different ! i love how different from us monters are :D" Ox, as soon as they learn about mutants "oh ewwww what the hell is that kill it with fire"

The mayor is sooo important. He's so important you know. A big important man, that needs to be respected. And taken care of because he works soooo hard for this city. A good business man. A big boy. He can yell reaaal loud if you don't listen to him ! So brave ! So imposing ! He's doing soooo well, his mama sure thinks so. She supports him when he goes after the big bad monsters that harmed her baby boy ! Like a superhero.

James Bond is just a guy. He likes animals, and he’s a trans man who had Bond as his last name and just ran with it. He’s the only pro-mutant vetenarian in an anti-mutant clinic, so he keeps a low profile but he helps the turtles when he can. Nothing fancy or big, just a guy doing his part.

#colorcoded #colorcoded au #tmnt #tmnt colorcoded #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt au #tmnt iteration #camilieroart

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yanderes-galore · 3 days

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Oooh since you want dark stuff how would yandere Alastor who falls for the reader , deal with love rivals 👀

You know he's planning something horrible.

Yandere! Alastor dealing with rivals

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic (Dubious on true intentions)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Sadism, Violence, Blood, Murder, Threats, Mentioned torture, Forced companionship/relationship.

You can bet that Alastor doesn't want anyone touching what's his.

He is a demon who knows what he wants... and will get it no matter what it takes.

Honestly, he'd be bad if he didn't own your soul... and even worse if he did.

I mean... we've seen how scary he can get in the show, right?

For example, remember when he was protecting the Hotel?

Yeah....

Except... if he feels someone has wronged him by touching you... then he'll draw things out.

Trust me, Alastor will know if someone had gotten too close to you.

He can almost smell another demon's stink on you.

This concept will focus on general behavior with demons, although with bigger names his approach would be different.

For example, Vox.

The Overlord most likely wouldn't get close to you without Alastor knowing.

For this concept... maybe you have some friends who are lesser demons.

Another thing we've seen is how others act around Alastor.

Y'know... other demons run and hide or just straight up... well... die.

So imagine if you had friends who felt they could be close to you.

Honestly, Alastor tolerated it since they seemed brave enough to stand before him.

Or stupid... it depends.

If you were talking to your friend or a potential partner... Alastor would interrupt.

I think the exchange would be even scarier if he did own your soul.

He acts charismatic as usual.

He pulls you aside and against him, a permanent grin as he greets those around you.

He's oddly charming... even though he's irritated that he has to share what's his with them.

Perhaps to even prove a point he'll summon the chain around your neck.

If that doesn't show ownership... then they're dense.

He's possessive... ears flicking as he introduces himself.

They better know he's an Overlord.

Alastor can do basic intimidation like any other demon, but the fun part to him is more... violent.

Perhaps your "friends" aren't swayed by his presence.

Maybe they actually try to stand up for you.

Maybe they try to court you anyways?

Or maybe someone hurts you...?

Point is, if they haven't died yet, they will.

Alastor sees no issue in a bit of torture.

He's probably done far worse.

A quick death is merciful for those Alastor considers rivals.

However, if you had a lover or someone similarly close... Alastor likes to drag out their fate.

His own intentions with you are dubious at best.

Can't really call him a lover, can't really call him a friend...

Perhaps he's a master? Even then... you can never read him.

Alastor would love to tie a rival down and play with them a bit.

He'd get as bloody as he wants, he'd listen to their screams like it's the radio.

He can only laugh as they beg.

No one messes with the radio demon's things.

They should've cowered away like the rest.

Now they're dead at Alastor's claws, all while he whistles away and prepares to see you again.

When you don't see them again, you aren't dumb.

You have a feeling they've angered Alastor.

If you were close with this person or tried to use them to get away from Alastor... He'd make you listen to their screams.

Alastor enjoys dealing with rivals.

He thrives off their pain, this is the same demon who's kill Overlords after all.

Safe to say... you aren't getting away from Alastor.

No one's going to be able to help you...

Their screams are a warning to behave for Alastor... even if you hate it.

"Oh, Darling! You have new friends~ This'll be fun, won't it~?"

#yandere hazbin hotel #yandere alastor #yandere hazbin hotel x reader

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its-your-mind · 20 hours

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fuckin shit I'm just so glad Dorian's back!! he just slots back in so easily bc he was there when they started and he's been a lingering part of them this whole time! he was the one who Chetney started tormenting first when he first joined up! and none of the rest of them are as fun to torment for him as dorian has always been for both chet AND ashton. ash just gets to be dumb and joke at dorian because dorian always takes it with grace but also is kinda a shit about it. imogen of COURSE noticed Dorian’s new look, because the two of them have ALWAYS been on the same page about the importance of how you choose to show yourself to the world, and BOY OH BOY she can get up to so much more charisma mischief now that her partner-in-lies is back. and laudna has immediately started once again delightedly horrifying him with her various dead things and he is delighted and ALSO horrified bc he loves her so much and fearne who LOVES HIM and finally has one of her people BACK WHERE SHE CAN SEE HIM which is so so important and good. and of course ORYM. Orym is smiling and he seems more relaxed and I know he loves all of the Hells so very much but like. ya know how when you've been away from Your Person for a long time and then they're there again and it's like you finally are able to be relaxed? and it doesn't matter how safe and relaxed you were before, because there was always something missing and then all of a sudden it's not missing anymore and everything is just. better. and something that’s been tight inside of you finally loosens. because your world was wrong, and now it’s all right again. and so Orym is less tense, he’s taking up more physical space, his smiles come faster, his laughs come easier, his emotions aren’t set on a four second delay behind his duty and so they show on his face as he’s feeling them.

and yes, everything is horrible. fcg should be here for this. dorian has just lost so much, and he’s coming to tell fearne and orym that they’ve lost people too. but at the same time…

all of that is easier to bear. because they’re together again. there is still an empty hole where fcg should be, but at least it’s not side-by-side with the space the Hells have been holding open as they waited for the winds of fate to finally guide their bard back where he belonged.

#critical role #bells hells #dorian storm #dorym #kinda??#c3e93 #this was an emotional rollercoaster #I’m. fine.#cr spoilers #critical role spoilers

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tac-the-unseen · 13 hours

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How COD characters react to you admitting you've faked an Orgasm

Angst with minor fluff

Note: There are many reasons someone might fake an orgasm. Someone could not be in the mood anymore, feel uncomfortable in the environment, get tired, and several other reasons. That is what this fic is about, not about 'weak dick game'

Ghost:

•When you dropped that bomb on him he froze. He didn't move, speak, or even blink. He just sat there, staring at you. His mind is racing. He always felt like a Shitty partner and he feels like this proves it.

•Once he found his ability to move he only took a breath. Then after a few seconds took your hand and looked into your eyes. You try to explain your reasoning but he still felt like shit.

•Finally he mutters softly "Why didn't you tell me?" He genuinely feels heart broken that he left you unsatisfied and you didn't voice it to him sooner.

•He sits down and has a long discussion about the why and how. He wants to know how to be a better partner and to make sure you're always comfortable telling him if you need more from him.

Soap:

•He thinks you're joking at first. He makes comments like "yeah right, totally." But once he finds out you're telling him the truth he freaks out.

•He grabs you and and almost crys. He feels like a bad partner and tries to come up with ideas on how to make sure you're alway satisfied with him.

•Sex becomes very different. He's constantly changing positions and asking if he's doing this right. Everytime you two get intimate he seems nervous and tries to solely focus on you.

Price:

•Stunned by the news. He stamers and look embarrassed. He stares at you like you grew wings and flew away. You can tell he's trying to keep his cool but it's not working.

•He buys you multiple gifts ranging from flowers to vibrators. While he does this you notice sex becoming less frequent and when you do have sex he seems less in it.

•When you ask about it he finally breaks down and cries. He says he feels like he can't satisfy you anymore. "What kind of boyfriend/fiance/Husband am I if you have to fake it just so you don't make me feel bad!?" After a talk he kinda gets over it but he doesn't like talking about.

Alejandro:

•He also thinks your joking at first, but after you tell him you're not lying he stares at you. He starts to curse in both English and Spanish and gets upset. He throws a plate at the wall before slumping on the kitchen counter.

•"Why did you wait to tell me, mi amor!?" He says while not looking at you. When you explain he's quite. After a while he asks how to make it up to you.

•You bet your ass he's going to pamper and worship you in anyway you please. Makes you promise to tell him and never fake an orgasm again.

Roach:

•He immediately hugged you and nuzzled into your neck. He let's you explain why you faked it and understands that it wasn't his fault. He thanks you for telling him and keeps close to you for the rest of the day.

•The next time you guys had sex he made sure you came several time. He has a little bit of doubt when it comes to his performance but over all just happy you told his so you could work it out together.

Gaz:

•Freezes up and after a minute he's leaves the room to be by himself for a while. He goes over every Sexual encounter he's had with you to try and figure out the when and why.

•Once he thinks he's got it he comes back to talk to you. He wants to know how to make sure you're satisfied. He seems to move on pretty quickly. But everytime you have sex he confirms with you that you at least orgasmed once.

König:

•He stares at you in shock like a deer in headlights before running aways. He hides in his room and has a anxiety attack. He feels like a horrible partner. All that runs through his head is the idea that you're going to leave him for someone that always satisfys you. It shatters his heart to know that he, at some point, neglected your needs.

•Once he calms down a bit he finds you and begs you to let him make it up. "I'll do anything, Schatz! Please I can be better!" You try and comfort him be he won't stop until you tell him what you want and/or need. It doesn't even have to be sexual related, just something to ease his mind.

Rudy:

•Is in denial. He doesn't want to hear it but you notice he takes more time to focus on your pleasure. Or at least, more than before.

•It secretly eats at him for weeks. This has never happened to him before. Then he starts to spiral. What if this wasn't the first time, just the first time someone's told him about it...he dies inside just a little.

Mace:

•He takes a second to soak in that information then he holds you tightly. He kisses you jaw and calmly asks if he can make up for those unsatisfactory nights.

•If/when you agree he gives you the best head of your life. He stays down there for what seems like hours. He checks in on you and apologizes every once in a while.

•After words once you two are ready you guys talk about proper ways you satisfy you and make sure you feel loved.

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orionsangel86 · 1 day

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I’m not sure how much sense this will make since it’s almost midnight, but am I crazy for thinking how insane it is for Charles to go “I can’t say that I’m in love with you back or anything” and then immediately follow up with “but there’s no one else who I’d go to Hell for”? Cause like, my brain doesn’t know how to not interpret that as Charles reciprocating Edwin’s specific type of love, but not realizing it. Maybe it’s because I grew up in a super religious household so I already have some predispositions about Heaven and Hell, but my point of view for that is just thinking that someone better be pretty damn special for me to go to Hell for them. Like a wife or kid kind of special.

I don't think its crazy to interpret it that way at all. I think its rare to find that level of devotion among two people and when used as a trope it is usually related to extreme romantic love - see the OG Orpheus and Euridice as the prime example. Charles comparing himself to Orpheus in that moment (however naively because he didn't know how the story ended) is far more telling than he seems to realise.

That's not to say that only people with romantic/passionate feelings for someone can experience that level of devotion. Familial and forms of queer platonic love can also certainly be that devoted, and I have seen a lot of people talking about how they view the boys relationship as a queer platonic one, where Charles in particular, doesn't need to feel romantic love in order to be completely devoted to Edwin. I think that's a really great form of representation and can go someway to explaining how much of a deep and profound bond the two have (as a SPN fan I do not use that term lightly lol).

Though I think throughout the series we see Charles display forms of jealousy towards Edwin's connection with Monty and the Cat King, and he does also confirm he likes Crystal because she reminds him of Edwin - even he was joking at the time. I also think it was lovely that in the confession he doesn't once say that he isn't into guys, or that he doesn't think he could ever feel something more romantic for Edwin. He just says he isn't in love with him at that point. Whether or not that particular statement was the whole truth or just Charles' own form of denial and inability to properly process the confession since they were literally running away from a horrible giant spider doll demon from Hell at that point in time remains to be seen.

I think enough hints have also been dropped during cast and writer interviews that if they get a season two, it will go some way to explore Charles' own feelings and build on the aftermath of that confession. Whatever the situation between them is, it is the primary relationship of the show and it is quite clearly built on love and devotion regardless of what forms they or we interpret that as. They have literally forever to figure it out, and I really hope we get to watch at least some of that!

#dead boy detectives #payneland #charles rowland #edwin payne #asks

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azulserszzp · 1 day

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i don't ship zutara at all i actually dislike it a bunch but i hate it when people try to bring down zuko's character because their anti-zutara because i wholeheartedly agree that the ship isn't that good and why people don't like it but they try to make him seem like a bad person or they try to make her seem like a bad person because they're an anti, they all say "katara deserves better" or "zuko deserves better" like no they're both great and they're just better as friends i don't think they would make a good relationship because of their personalities, but that doesn't mean that they would be abusive they might be a tiny bit toxic but they wouldn't be abusive to the point that people try to make them seem like they would be some horrible abusive relationship when they just wouldn't be good for each other dragging good characters down because you don't like a ship is just dumb

psa: a lot of people keep bringing up the fact that zuko wouldn't abuse katara but i would also like to bring up the fact that some people think katara would abuse zukk neither one would happen because i feel like a lot of fan fictions they make her abusive towards him like even if it's not a zutara fanfiction they'll just make her like really bad to him like hurting him on purpose

#atla #avatar the last airbender #atla ships #zuko atla #atla zuko #zuko #katara atla #katara #atla katara #anti zutara #anti anti zutara #i dont ship zutara but like come on

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punchliiine · 4 hours

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a vent

cw ; lots of swears and curses , mention of grooming

if i see another pick me shifter discussing the topic of aging yourself up and down i will claw my ribcage open

SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!

IM SO SICK OF YALL FOR MAKING PEOPLE FEEL GUILTY FOR WANTING TO EXPERIENCE DIFFERENT DR/S OR EVEN IDEAS THAN YOURS. LET PEOPLE FUCKING LIVE.

'it seems like i'm the only one that doesn't wanna be a groomer' WHENEVER THEY SEE A POST OF SOMEONE AGING THEMSELVES DOWN!!! WITH ALL THE DISRESPECT IN THE MULTIVERSE/S FUCK YOU!!!!

YOU ARE NOT JUST ONE BODY. YOU ARE EVERYTHING. YOU ARE YOUNG AND OLD AND DEPPRESSED AND EUPHORIC AND SHY AND BOLD AND HUMAN AND INHUMANE AND BLUE AND RED AND PURPLE AND ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING!!!!

THIS REALITY IS JUST LIKE ANY OTHER FUCKING REALITY (UNLESS YOU DECIDE OTHERWISE) AND EVEN IF YOU DO DECIDE OTHERWISE YOU CANT FORCE EVERYONE TO BELIEVE THAT THEY ALL SHOULD FEEL THE SAME WAY AS YOU!!!!

everyone will age, you will outgrow your favorite shows and cc/s, so what? are you gonna just throw away these worlds, people, and lifetimes just because you're not in the same age? you won't. and don't come here lying to me saying that you will abandon everything you've ever liked // loved just because you're 'too old' for it.

and what if you're 60 years old and still shifting, are you gonna only shift to 60s appropriate shows because hey you're too old to be studying at hogwarts? NO TELL ME BECAUSE I WOULD LOVE TO KNOW.

you will shift and be the same age you script yourself in unless you state otherwise. i can promise you, you won't pull an esther.

how can you preach that shifting is unlimited and tell me in the same breath that you will be an adult in a child's body? and that it's impossible for you to be a child in the FUCKING MULTIVERSE/S YOU DENSE FUCK.

how you can be immortal fucking IMMORTAL but woah buddy hold your horses you can't be a child it's a crime in this county to be a child 😇

and also, not everyone is shifting to date if that's your concern, GENUINELY not everyone is shifting to date, tons literally just wanna live for themselves and tons as well have lost their childhood due to plenty of reasons and are simply shifting to relive them or live better one/s, and IF for whatever reason they happen to date someone THEIR AGE you shut your damn mouth.

how is it fine for a minor to age themselves up but no no no god how fucking horrible and awful what an atrocity that an adult is shifting to be a child. OH HOW HORRIFIC HOW COULD THEY EVER DO THAT AS IF IT'S NOT THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE TO MISS YOUR CHILDHOOD OR MOURN IT.

stop treating this reality as 'the universe's calling', it's just a reality UNLESS you decide that it means more to YOU. either way, don't shove it down people's throats that this is the only belief and the only correct one. your cr is not any more real than any reality.

y'all are insufferable for constantly shaming people for normal fucking things just because you are too afraid to open yourself up for how unlimited shifting is.

live. please, i beg you to just LIVE and let people fucking live.

i thought this cat is a cutie so here's that

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The street is cold, the ground still damp from the rain. A distant street lamp flickers as moths circle underneath it.

It's been roughly five hours, maybe more since Kairos staked out his Darlings home and he would be lying if he said he wasn't...concerned.

The apartment has been dark and still since you came home, well- there were the times he thought he saw a shadow by one of the windows, but when he tries to get a better look, nothing's there.

He really wants to see what's going on, but an eerily quiet home isn't necessarily unusual for you, what if Darling is inside and they're awake and then they see him? What if they call the police, or...or what if they say they hate him?! It's too risky, but the anxiety is eating him alive.

What if they're not okay? What if they actually need help?...WHAT IF THEY'RE DYING? Oh god, maybe they're dying, he has to do something, he has to do something, he has to do something, he has to do something, he has to!

It doesn't matter if they hate him for this, he just needs to know they're okay. Having made up his mind and a plan of action, Kairos darts across the street and climbs up the water spout to their bedroom window.

Their curtains aren't drawn and he can't see them in here either, in fact it doesn't even look like they've been in here at all. Their bed is still made, no items have been moved or taken, but he knows they're here, he saw them enter the apartment. They got out of their car, keys jingling in their hand, they opened the door, didn't turn on a single light when they did, and nothing since. It's like they just vanished after they crossed the threshold of the door.

This whole thing was starting to freak him out, were they okay or not? Should he leave and call the police?...No, better not. The police are too slow, what if they're in danger?

With that thought spurring him forward, Kairos opens the window and immediately regrets it. An overpowering sense of dread and foreboding enters his body as if the very air inside the home was made of it, every alarm in his body screams at him to leave. To escape and never come back, but he pushes forward, they could be in grave danger! He can't be a coward now! At least that's what he tells himself.

He carefully creeps his way inside, not daring to make a single noise as he feels it may spell his doom if he does. He quietly approaches their bedroom door and grips the knob, his palm sweaty as he slowly, very slowly, opens the door.

The hallway is dark, save for the nightlight towards the end. It illuminates the threshold of your bedroom and the guest bedroom in a cold, distant, blue light...and it also illuminates them.

They're sitting on the floor, their bare back facing him. They're...not wearing any clothes? Why are they just sitting on the floor, staring at the closed door of the guest bedroom? He wants to say something, but he also feels as though he shouldn't. In fact, he feels like he should leave.

Before he could think about it for a moment longer, their arms move, palms pressing against the hardwood as they prepare to stand, and immediately he knows something is wrong. Their arms are bony, and long, their palms seem abnormally large and your fingers are more like twigs than flesh.

As they stand, Kairos feels his heart drop into the pit of his stomach. A horrible bone crunching sound emits through the hallway as they rise, as if the very bones need to be broken and readjusted for them to move, their head disappears into the darkness above, the nightlight not bright enough to allow its light to reach that far. Their legs are about as tall as him, this...this can't be real? They don't look like that, humans don't look like that.

What's happening? Is he dreaming? He hears more crunching and he feels like he wants to vomit. Their spine twists unnaturally and he knows without seeing that its eyes are on him.

He made a mistake, he shouldn't have entered their home. No, maybe the mistake was taking interest in them at all.

I felt like making a spooky drabble, I hope Kairos is thoroughly frightened 💖 and yes the Darling is based off of SCP-096

oh. my. god.

anon... This was so good!!!! The atmosphere, the suspense, everything... Thank you SO much for sharing this with me! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

Honestly? This totally sounds like a nightmare Kairos would have. Every night this scenario plays out in his dreams, endlessly repeating itself whenever he dares to close his eyes... His mind is haunted by the horrifying figure that's supposed to be his darling.

What does this all mean? Who knows...

(Oooh, now I'm also imagining Kairos being downright terrified of a monster-hybrid darling such as this, but his love and obsession still remains. ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶ Cold sweat pouring down his face as his darling's freakishly boney fingers slide down his jaw... His heart is throbbing in his chest, he's paralyzed with fear, but he still refuses to leave your side.)

#kairos posting #ask #thank you SO MUCH!!#chefs kiss #yandere oc #yandere x reader #also #im so happy #kairos is very much in-character here hehe

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isabel-lillah · 7 hours

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may 2 - prompt: dread - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 338

Barty was always dreading the last day of school, because it meant going back to his father's house. This year, though, he's dreading it even more.

This is his last year at Hogwarts. Once he leaves, he's never coming back. And, without Hogwarts, Merlin knows when he's gonna be able to leave his father's house.

"Barty, I've got news! ... Barty, where the hell are you? BARTY!" That was Evan. Another thing he doesn't want to leave behind.

Stop yapping and get it together, Crouch.

He leaves the bathroom to find Evan, basically vibrating with excitement, pacing around their dorm.

"Barty! I actually did!" The blonde boy exclaims the moment he notices him: "I used the inheretence money to buy a flat. So goodbye, father!"

"Evan, that's amazing!" Barty is actually happy for his boyfriend. Evan's father is just as horrible as his own. Evan though, unlike Barty, got inheritance money from his mother, so he is able to leave.

Barty is truly happy for him, plus he's glad he doesn't have to worry about his lover's well-being anymore.

But the sour thought of wanting to be able tu run away too is still nagging at him.

"What is it?" Evan asks once he notices the slip in Barty's mood. Damn it, Crouch, do you really have to ruin the moment?

"Nothing, sorry. Just- I just thought of how it would be great if I could run away too."

At that, Evan stormed right to him in a matter of seconds, his eyes searching Barty's face for something he didn't seem to find. "Barty, what the hell are you talking about? You're coming with me."

There's no way Evan is telling him what he thinks he's telling him. No way.

"You- you want me to come live with you? In your flat?"

"Crouch Junior, I thought that was a given. Of course I want you to come with me, you idiot," and with that, Evan kissed him.

And really, who is Barty to deny an offer like that?

#evan rosier #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #rosekiller #rosekiller microfic #rosekillermicrofic #rosekiller fanfiction #barty deserved better #marauders microfic #marauders #the marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards #the slytherin skittles #slytherin skittles

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totheseok · 15 hours

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seunghan thoughts because I miss him

so we've all seen that video where they were playing the huge jenga

and when it fell he reached to kind of break its fall so that it wouldn't hurt shotaro

so I'm imagining that like

it's really common that he gets hurt a bit in the process of helping others and then brushes it off

imagine he comes home after filming that episode, maybe he's staying at your place for the night, and u see a small bruise, scratch or cut on his hand and ask about it

and he's probably just like "oh it's nothing the jenga tower fell and I got hurt a bit"

btw if you've ever had even the normal sized tumbling tower fall on your hand that shit HURTS ok the amount of times I've gotten bruises and cuts from them *shivers*

point is he tends to put other people before him

he's definitely the type of person to start picking up the larger pieces of a broken glass while waiting for someone to get a broom, just so no one else gets hurt

even if he gets hurt in the process

:(((((((((((((

imagine his s/o, you, then taking care of him cus he always does it for others

side note I just KNOW he loves hand kisses

but he wants to take care of you :(

it's just a big adorable wholesome mess with both of you babying each other

he's also SO attentive

he'd definitely keep small things about you in mind

like maybe you mentioned a snack you liked growing up and this man goes out of his way to find it and mass purchase it (like an Asian dad)

or you mentioned a book that seemed interesting when u visited a bookshop while out with your friends

Trust he's bought every book in that series for you the next day

maybe u said u ran out of catfood

when he comes over the next day, he's got a bag of the catfood

and it's tye one you use cus he checked

10000% has a period tracker for you on his phone

stocks up on snacks, pads and heating pads a week beforehand in case it shows up early

definitely the type of person who doesn't want you to consume too many painkillers because of the side effects but he won't stop you when you need them

he definitely try to look for natural pain killer recipes (as someone with horrible cramps, boiling black seed in water and drinking the water while it's warm is a VERY effective pain killer)

he strikes me as the type to pay attention to what you don't like doing and tackles those things before you

like maybe you hate doing the dishes and so when sees dirty dishes he gets to cleaning them before you can even think about it so that you wont have to

he definitely listens to you rant about your favorite book or show

even if he hasnt watched or read it

he will always listen and he loves it

he'll listen to your theories about what will happen next

and listen to you rant about how the second lead shouldve been end game

he also knows all of the tea

like omg your friend's ex is texting her again

is it pineapple or orange?

its GRAPE?!?! no way

i could honestly go on about this for hours but i'll stop here for now

#i miss him sm #seunghan come back #seunghan #seunghan fluff #seunghan imagines #seunghan x reader #riize #riize x reader #riize fluff #nini's thoughts ॢ₎

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whipitgod · 2 days

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Don’t Worry About The Tomatoes

Hannibal Lecter x Will graham

oneshot - wc :1.2k

summary: not that plot heavy just a mix of fluff and crack jammed into a meet ugly trope/au. will is hannibal’s horrible new neighbor and hannibal struggles to be that angry about his behavior.

warnings: none other than potential bad writing and both of them being kind of ooc lol

a/n: feedback is greatly appreciated!!!! remember to like and reblog if you enjoy this, maybe even follow me ~ this really got away from me, i didn’t really have a solid plan going into but if you like it lmk and ill write a part 2 or something :D

Hannibal shuts his book sharply, standing with a huff and turning to look out the window into the backyard. His newest neighbor has been nothing short of a pain since he moved in a couple weeks before, from the loud rumble of power tools as he made repairs on the house, to the barking of the many dogs that he seems to have.

Hannibal feels somewhat willing to look past the noise of the power tools given that the home is admittedly a bit run down. Truthfully he can't remember who the last tenant of the home was, he thinks he remembers an old woman living in the home alone. The only thoughts crossing his mind as he peers through the window at the man hacking at an overgrown tree with a chainsaw are that he wishes the old lady still resided in the home, and he hopes the man has an unfortunate accident with the loud saw. Hannibal has yet to even see the man, having no idea his name let alone what he looks like, but he’s fantasized of taking his life on more occasions than he can count in the short time that the man has lived there.

“This is ridiculous.'' Hannibal grouses, pushing away from the window with the intent to confront the man, who cares about witnesses at this point; he'd be surprised if the other neighbors don't thank him for his service to the community. As soon as his hand reaches the door knob a loud crash echoes from the backyard, he hopes its the frustrating man falling to his demise,

“I'm not that lucky.” Hannibal muses quietly, making quick strides back towards the window. What he sees is enough to make him gasp in shock, pressing a hand against his heart as he takes in the damage. The branch the man was sawing at had fallen directly onto Hannibal's garden, the plants beneath the branch no question destroyed. He had just gotten that tomato plant staked properly. With a renewed vigor he charges out of the room and towards the back door grumbling quietly to himself as he goes,

“Going to use my bare hands, might not even eat him,” He grabbed the knob and pushed the door open, “going to have to see if there is even anything left to eat.” He continues his quiet murmurs until he spots the man with his back turned to him.

“Excuse me,” Hannibal spat, unable to disguise most of the anger bubbling inside him, “You destroyed my-” he’s unable to finish his complaint as the man finally turns to face him.

Oh god, he’s probably the most attractive man Hannibal has ever laid eyes on. Hannibal sucks in a sharp breath, opening his mouth with the intent to speak again, though he doubts he’d be able to get the words out. He doesn't have to worry about speaking because the man beats him to it,

“Hello?” dear god even his voice is attractive, a rasp coming from what hannibal assumes is years of smoking met with a slight southern drawl, must have grown up somewhere in the south, hannibal rolls the thought around his head a few times all while staring blankly at the gruff man in front of him.

“You must be the owner of the garden I demolished,” the man started, “sorry about that.” He didn't really sound all that sorry, if anything his tone bordered on teasing; if Hannibal was in his right mind he would have found the mans flippant attitude towards the situation unspeakably rude, but he was currently finding it hard to feel any anger towards the beautiful man in front of him. It took Hannibal a moment to even recognize that the man had asked him a question, realizing only when he met the man's curious gaze.

“Hannibal Lecter,” he held out his hand and the other man gripped it firmly. The first thought that went through Hannibal's mind was strong followed quickly by a horrified what am I doing?

“Will Graham,” the man responded, “Again I’m really sorry about your garden.” The man, Will Hannibal's mind supplied, still didn't really seem that sorry; before hannibal could truly think about that he found himself responding quickly,

“It’s not a big deal,” the phrase leaves his mouth before he can stop himself, “It was an honest mistake.” he says the last part with a smile determined not to show the gravity of his internal conflict. Oh god what is wrong with me, his brain supplies in a panicked tone, of course it’s a big deal, it is a huge deal.

“Are you sure?” Will questions returning the smile, “I wouldn't blame you if you were angry with me.”

Hannibal stares at him blankly for a moment, he wants to be angry, he's digging around in his brain trying to find his anger. He can't be angry, not when all he can think about is seeing him smile again. Dear god what is my problem, flashes through Hannibal's mind,

“I'm very sure,” Hannibal affirmed, “I actually planned on digging up the garden and planting some new things.” hannibal prays to whatever higher power there may be that will doesn't notice the flood of different emotions that flash across his face as the words leave his mouth, it seems like his prayer works because Will responds with a smile,

“Would you like my help replanting? Given that I’m the one that crushed it.” Will chuckles softly as the last words leave his mouth, Hannibal also lets out a soft laugh before he can catch himself.

“Oh I couldn't ask that of you,” Hannibal replied, a pitiful attempt at denying how much he wants the help, if only as an excuse to spend more time around the enthralling man in front of him.

“You didn't ask,” will starts with a small smile, “I offered.”

Hannibal returns the smile,it feels like the only thought his brain is capable of is what am I doing? Before he can think better of it hannibal lets out a sigh,

“Well I would be remiss to turn down help when offered,” Hannibal begins, “Would you be free tomorrow to start working?” Hannibal sucks in a quiet breath waiting for the other man to respond, why am I so nervous?

“Even if i wasn't i’d make the time,” Will responds with a teasing smile, “how does noon sound?”

Hannibal has half the mind to think that it almost sounds like Will is flirting though he doesn't have the time to dwell on it before he's rushing out a response,

“Noon sounds perfect.”

Will sends Hannibal another smile accompanied with a teasing look, almost like he understands the effect he's had on Hannibal's blood pressure since the beginning of their interaction.

“It's a date,” Will confirms, “see you tomorrow hannibal.” and with that the man turns and begins walking towards the door of the worn down house, not sparing another look at hannibal as he enters the house and shuts the door softly behind him. Hannibal stands there for a minute staring blankly at the door, his thoughts cascading through his head faster than he can even recognize what they are. He doesn't even realize that his feet had carried him back to his home until he steps through the doorway and the door slams shut behind him, snapping him from his stupor. He lets out a harsh breath attempting to gather his thoughts,

“What the hell just happened.”

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yanderes-galore · 11 hours

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May I request a Yandere Vector The Crocodile Concept From Sonic please? Romantic/Platonic? I don’t see enough of this guy, he’s so underrated.

He is very underrated, so I will try my best to write down some thoughts on him.

Yandere! Vector The Crocodile Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Jealousy, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Delusional behavior, Slight violence, Breach of privacy, Kidnapping, Blood mention, Dubious companionship/relationship.

Vector is described as easy going yet loud mouthed.

He's a detective who takes his job seriously and loves money and music.

He's a true leader who can sometimes be bossy despite his easy going nature.

He keeps a cool head in stressful situations and is quite tough.

He has a temper problem and can come off as aggressive but will try to be gentle.

Ironically he's a "snappy" crocodile.

He has a kind heart and while being slightly selfish, cares for his friends and tries to keep strong morals.

He never wants to do anything dirty or illegal and says cool + determined.

He's a bit volatile but overall I'd imagine he'd be goofy.

He seems like he'd be easily jealous but try to hide it from you... and fail miserably.

Due to his moral compass, he'd have second thoughts about the idea of kidnapping or murder.

In fact, that just doesn't seem like something he'd do.

He'd do things that he tries to convince himself are legal.

Such as stalking or slight manipulation/isolation.

He's just... following you very close or looking out for you... not stalking.

He's just trying to encourage you to make the right decision... not manipulating you.

He definitely starts small, but he's delusional.

Jealousy is normal, right?

Vector just... wants to feel included.

It's harmless... It's not his fault if he picks fights with your friends, right?

He is so deep in delusion when it comes to you.

He thinks you two are closer than you actually are, often using his skills to research about you.

He's a detective after all, following clues to gain info is what he's good at.

Your friends will note that it sounds like he's interrogating them, when he asks about you.

Vector definitely writes down all he learns about you in a locked journal or something.

One he gets quite defensive of.

Vector probably often gets himself into fights often with others, although he feels horrible when you catch him.

He's clingy and delusional, trying to rationalize all he does for your attention.

I know I said he wouldn't kidnap or murder... but with his delusions?

I mean... surely he'd try to make excuses?

It's not kidnapping... he's just taking you to a safer place.

It's not a fight... he's defending you.

It wasn't murder... It's just an accident.

He'll tell himself this even if you cry or he's covered in blood.

For the most part he's harmless if kept in check.

He's incredibly affectionate, always giving big hugs and inviting you to listen to music with him.

If he does manage to get into fights, he can be ruthless.

After all.. he's a crocodile.

If you've seen how crocs fight, you'll know what I'm talking about.

He may try to hide his darker feelings and jealousy from you.

He wants you to be his alone yet tries his best to hide it.

Perhaps part of him does know it isn't right to feel this way.

But eventually you'll find out...

Eventually you'll run and he won't be able to handle it...

Meaning Vector will have to chase you to get you back to him... even if it requires a bit of force.

#yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere vector #yandere vector the crocodile

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sarnai4 · 2 days

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Butt of the Joke

Something I enjoy in stories is when you can laugh at and with a character. To me, it keeps them from seeming too "important" or flawless. We all make mistakes and being able to laugh at ourselves is nice. That's why I like when they do this with Dagur, but the method is very different from what's done to Snotlout. Something I will probably always be grateful for is that Dagur is a show character and not a movie character. Those in the movies (the rest of the Riders anyway in my opinion) had their development stunted. I'm convinced that the first movie didn't expect the franchise to get as big as it did and just needed some other people to fill out the cast. Unfortunately, they also didn't expect the shows to be super popular. So, Snotlout in HTTYD 3 is still immature enough to flirt with the widowed mom of one of his best friends when RTTE Snotlout would understand how inappropriate that is. All that's to say that the jokes for Snotlout are often at the expense of his character because he still has to end up at whatever point he's at in the movies.

I believe it's in "Shell-Shocked" that there's a joke about Snotlout suggesting they all leave the Edge and run, leaving it for the Hunters. Okay, yes, I chuckled too because it is funny to have a character be so openly fearful. Yet, this doesn't make sense for him at this point. We're on the season 4 finale of a show that happened 2 seasons after the first series. Snotlout should know by now that leaving the same Hunters who had been willing to kill them and a ship of innocent people with a disease can't be left to their own devices. Why wouldn't he want to stay and fight? Even if it's dangerous, of course the villains are going to keep coming for them. Hiccup rightfully points out that they'll just go on to Berk, but why did he have to say this? Snotlout should have known, but the joke was made without considering how much he'd grown and his own bravery and intelligence.

There seems to be a thing about Snotlout being cowardly, but I really don't think he is. In "Gold Rush," there's a wordless joke where he's just screaming his lungs out after getting captured. Not saying he hasn't shrieked when plummeting to what could be death and that's totally fine, but here? Eh, I don't think so. I feel like there would be enough bad blood between him and the Hunters by now so that he wouldn't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing how scared he is. It's also horribly futile. He's gone to save Fishlegs, the twins, and Astrid before. He knows the Hunters won't release them and nothing is even happening besides his cage being moved. I'm probably overthinking these moments, but they annoy me since they paint Snotlout as pathetic when we then see him enter a 21 vs 2 fight in "Something Rotten on Berserker Island" fearlessly. Is he a scaredy cat or not? I just want some consistency, then I'd accept whatever fit with the character I'd been shown.

Dagur's saved from this since all his development is in the show. He's not held back by the movies. So, when there's a joke at his expense, it doesn't contradict anything. I'll try to make the examples as similar as possible for comparability. Dagur's got a joke involving saying the wrong thing and it was in "Mi Amore Wing." He's proposing to have Hiccup be his best man. Yes, this is clearly a unique way to ask someone, but it's also not contradicting anything about Dagur. He's got 0 skills with picking up on social cues and responding to things the way other Vikings generally would. It's also very possible that he's never seen anyone be asked to become a best man before, so he's doing what he thinks is a good way to show he's sincere and would really be happy. I don't leave the scene thinking, "Now, why would he say that, though?" Because he's Dagur. That's enough of a reason.

Dagur's got a scared joke too in "Enemy of My Enemy." When he was on Toothless's saddle, he was terrified and the scream made it pretty clear. This made sense because there was something happening at that moment. It wasn't Dagur letting his enemies see his weakness. It was him being on a dragon for the first time, going very quickly, and not knowing what he was doing. He's even thrown off the saddle as soon as Toothless lands in another moment I thought was funny. It doesn't make him look bad, but we can still laugh at his incompetency in this area.

Both of these characters have several physical gags too where one of them gets hurt and I will admit that those always get me to laugh. It's just times like those I've mentioned for Snotty that disappoint me. I really like him too. I think if he were allowed to be a more respectable character, it would be great. Dagur proves the writers know how to do that. We can laugh at him without him doing anything that opposes what they've set up. On the other side of this, Snotlout will act one way, then contradict the very personality we just saw him develop. I can't think of a single time when I couldn't explain one of Dagur's actions through use of his personality. I think that's how it should be. If it's in-character, then it makes sense. If not, then maybe the scene should be worked on a bit longer for this to be fixed.

#HTTYD #RTTE #Dagur #Dagur the Deranged #HTTYD Snotlout #Snotlout Jorgenson #Why do they do my Snotty so dirty so often?#They make it easy for me to love Dagur though #Not like he really needed help #They're both my buddies and I still want them to be friends

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Follow The Leader Chapter 2

Y'all are going to have to deal with the POV change, I apologize. It was the only thing I could think of to make it easier to follow the characters as they switch bodies.

Story Summary: David switches bodies with a stranger, Michael Emerson, after a motorcycle accident. Michael has to take on the role of a vampire gang leader while David has to adapt to a domestic human life until they can figure out how to change back.

Chapter Summary: Michael wanted to give Sam a chance behind the wheel to teach him how to drive on the quiet back roads. This goes horribly wrong as Sam doesn't have the experience to handle bad drivers on the road. The life changing event gets a little too literal.

Word Count: 4065

“Michael?”

The brunette boy looked over to his younger brother. Sam stood in the doorway of the bedroom. “What do you want,” Michael mumbled, throwing down the motorcycle magazine he was reading.

“I want to go to the boardwalk, but Mom’s busy. Can you bring me?”

Michael sighed. “Right now?”

Sam nodded.

He pursed his lips. He didn’t want to go. But their mother was busy unpacking from the move and he didn’t want to add any stress onto her. “I don’t want to waste the gas on my bike,” Michael said, grabbing his magazine.

“Mom said we can use the Land Rover,” he pleaded.

Michael couldn’t think of another excuse. He set the magazine on his nightstand. “Fine, go get dressed.”

“I am dressed,” Sam argued.

His older brother raised an eyebrow but shook his head. Michael would never be seen dead in that outfit, but if his brother wanted to wear it, he couldn’t argue. Michael brought his brother downstairs. “Ma, we’re going down to the boardwalk.”

Lucy was unpacking a box for the living room. “Watch your little brother,” she said. “And have fun. You boys deserve it.”

Michael grunted in response. Sam bounced after him as he took the keys off of the kitchen counter. The brothers went to the SUV. “Can I drive?” Sam begged. “Please?”

The older brother looked between the keys and the car. Lucy had let Sam drive a few times. He was almost old enough to get his permit. She had told her boys many times about how Grandpa had let her drive tractors and trucks on the farm long before she had her own permit.

Michael tossed the keys over to his little brother. “Driver’s seat,” he instructed. Sam’s smile spread ear to ear as he climbed into the car. Michael took the passenger seat and made sure to fasten his seatbelt. He trusted Sam enough to drive, but there was always a little bit of fear in the back of his head about a new driver. But everyone has to start somewhere.

The younger brother started up the engine of the land rover. Sam glanced over all the controls briefly. He knew where the gas and brake pedals were, but he wanted to familiarize himself with the gear shift and the lights.

Sam launched the car in gear and Michael immediately cleared his throat. “Forgetting something?” He asked, tapping up onto the rearview mirror.

“Oh, right,” Sam gave a nervous laugh and put the car back into park. He adjusted the mirrors. Michael watched his little brother looking uncomfortable in the driver’s seat. Sam wasn’t too far off from getting his driver’s permit. He never thought he’d see his little brother start to drive. It just seemed weird. He felt like he was growing up too fast. One moment he was Sam’s age and sitting behind the wheel for the first time, and now the thrill of driving has long since passed.

Once he was ready, they pulled out of the driveway. Michael made sure to check all the lights were on properly as they got onto the main road. “Make sure to double check-” Michael began.

“I know, I know,” Sam shot back, a bit harshly. He didn’t mean to, but the stress of driving was a lot on the younger boy. He kept a sharp eye on his mirrors and the empty street just in case something happened.

Michael also kept an eye turned to the sides of the road. He didn’t think there was much that could happen besides a squirrel hopping out in front of the tires. “You just follow this road until we get to the next intersection,” Michael commented. “Then make a left.”

“Got it,” Sam stated, gripping onto the steering wheel tightly. He went to touch the radio, but Michael smacked his hand away.

“Focus on the road,” Michael scolded.

The two of them drove through the quiet road silently. The street started to curve and wind around a small descent. As they came around one of the sharper turns, Michael heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle.

Sam came around the next corner sharply, but still on his side of the road. A singular headlight popped out from the darkness.

Michael saw it before it happened. He sat upright in the passenger seat, watching as the light casually drifted towards them. “Sam..- Sam!” Michael yelled.

The boy had a white knuckle grip on the wheel. “What do I do?!” He shouted in a panic. He slammed on the breaks, throwing them both forward against their seatbelts. Michael tried to snatch the wheel and yank it to the side, but his hand went into the dash.

The motorcyclist's face became illuminated by the headlights of the land rover. Even with the braking, the momentum still had them going forward. The biker tried to correct himself, but the front bumper of the land rover smashed into his back tire.

The land rover came to a screeching halt.

Both boys were silent.

“Oh my god…” Sam finally managed to whisper. His death grip on the wheel tightened. “Oh my god oh my god, Michael I-”

“Sam shut up,” Michael whispered quickly.

“Michael, I hit him!” Sam screamed.

“I said shut up!” Michael shouted back, burning both of their ear drums. “Stay in the fucking car.” Michael clawed at the seat belt buckle until it came free. His shaking hands could barely feel the handle of the car. His knees buckled, making him stumble onto the asphalt. His little brother just probably killed a biker. He didn’t have a driver’s permit. He legally shouldn’t have been behind the wheel.

Michael wanted to vomit. He debated throwing himself back into the land rover and telling Sam to drive off. But he had to check on the biker. If he got hit by a car, he’d want someone to check on him.

The boy forced himself back to his feet and across the road. The bike had spun out offroad. Michael tried to ignore the blood smeared across the asphalt, but his eyes couldn’t help but look at it.

It felt like an hour by the time he reached the man’s body. His shaking hands reached out, pushing the biker onto his back. The boy looked lifeless. Michael gagged at the damage to his body. He had no idea how fast the biker was going. Sam couldn’t have been going very fast due to how curvy the road was. “He came onto our side of the road,” Michael whispered to himself, trying to convince his conscience that this wasn’t his fault.

If he was behind the wheel, he would have avoided the biker. The boy would still be alive. Stupid, but alive.

He carefully reached into the pocket of the biker’s coat. He wanted to find some sort of ID. He felt compelled against his will to know who this man was. Was he a boy Michael’s age? Hard to tell with the road burn on his face.

Michael dragged out everything from the pocket. A cigarette carton, what looked like a strange bell, and a lighter. He put the cigarettes and lighter back, but he paused with the bell. Such an odd trinket for someone to carry. It didn’t make any noise when he shook it.

His snooping was cut short when he heard another engine. Fear gripped his stomach almost to the point of vomiting. He bolted back to the car. He threw the driver’s side open and shoved Sam into the passenger seat. “Move, move!” Michael shouted. The second he closed the door, he launched the land rover into reverse and shot back up the road. Another motorcycle was coming, no doubt a friend of the boy they hit.

Neither boy spoke as they flew back towards the house. Michael passed the driveway, but Sam said nothing. They drove silently through the darkness.

Almost thirty minutes passed before Sam spoke. “Was he dead?” His voice cracked in fear.

“It never happened,” Michael shot back sternly. “You get it? That never happened. You do not mention that to anyone, Sam, do you hear? You’ll be arrested. I’ll be arrested.”

“But he-”

“It doesn’t fucking matter, Sam!” Michael hissed back. “He’s dead, alright?”

Sam went silent again. He knew better than to argue with his older brother. He was terrified about the repercussions of this. Sam was only fourteen years old, he was not ready to go to jail. And the boy couldn’t imagine what it would be like if his older brother took the blame.

Both of their lives, destroyed in just a few seconds.

Eventually the boys circled to a gas station. They sat in the car after Michael cut the engine. “We went to the boardwalk,” Michael stated, keeping his voice steady. “You didn’t feel good so we went back home. We grabbed gas on the way. You hear?” Sam nodded quickly.

Michael got out of the car to fill it with gas. He wanted an alibi. He went inside to pay and then filled up the land rover. Sam stared blankly out the window. Michael could see his petrified expression. The boy was imagining the worst of the worst fate, that was for sure.

Once the car was filled, Michael made sure to return straight home. When they pulled in the driveway, he looked to his little brother. “Just go to your room. If mom asks, you don’t feel good.”

“I really don’t feel good, Michael,” Sam admitted, his face pale with his stomach churning.

“I know, Sam. I know. Go to bed.”

The brothers got out of the car together. Sam ducked his head and beelined straight for his room. Lucy caught Michael’s attention as he wandered into the kitchen. “You guys weren’t gone very long,” she commented.

Michael turned his chin towards the stairs. “Sam and I stopped at a gas station for snacks. It upset his stomach so we came home.” He felt sick lying to his mother, especially about killing someone.

Their mother frowned. “Hopefully he’ll feel better in the morning.”

“Hopefully,” Michael whispered. “I’m going to go upstairs. Kinda made me nauseous too.” He turned away from his mother. She cared so much about her boys, he knew it would break her heart if she found out the truth. She’d be devastated. And if they got arrested, what would she do? He didn’t want to think about it.

Instead, he went up the stairs and closed himself in his bedroom. He collapsed onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. He never found out who that boy was. He wondered about the boy’s family. What would they think when he never returned home? Would they be as distraught as his mother would be?

He couldn’t help but lay awake in bed for hours thinking of the endless possibilities. Around midnight he rolled out of bed and ran to the bathroom to vomit from the anxiety. He hunched over the toilet, his arms shaking. He didn’t know what was worse, the condition of the boy’s body or the knowledge of having played a part in his death.

His arms eventually caved and he laid on the tiled floor. His exhaustion took hold, dragging him into an uneasy sleep.

-David -

I jolted awake suddenly. My hands grasped the tiled floor and forced myself up. “What the hell,” I mumbled to myself. A dull headache pounded against my skull. The accident, I reminded myself. I sat back against the wall and sighed. Dwayne must have brought me to a house to recover. Rude that he left me on the bathroom floor, but maybe it was temporary while he went to feed.

I waited, listening to the world around me. I couldn’t hear much happening. There was certainly movement downstairs, but nothing that sounded like a feeding. I forced myself up. My body ached in ways I haven’t felt in a long time. My muscles were sore. “Fucking regeneration,” I mumbled.

Something massive moved out of the corner of my eye. I spun around to find someone staring at me in the mirror. The hair on the back of my neck rose and I pulled my lips back to bare my teeth.

And then I felt something in my chest. A heartbeat.

The man in the mirror didn’t look like me. While I hadn’t been able to see my reflection in many years, Marko liked to draw portraits of us. And I knew I certainly did not have black, curly hair.

I started making facial expressions. The mirror replicated everything I did with absolute precision. At first I thought maybe it was a dream, but everything felt so real. The heartbeat repeated rhythmically and continuously. I had never had such precision in dreams like this before.

In the few times I had gotten completely obliterated and needed to regenerate a large portion of my body, I always returned as myself. Never as a stranger.

And to add onto that, I couldn’t feel my vampiric side. I tried to force my eyes yellow and my fangs out, but nothing happened. My senses were all dulled. I leaned on the bathroom sink and stared. It was such an unfamiliar feeling, being human.

My body felt warm. I pulled at the white shirt I was wearing. Warmth wasn’t something I was used to. I usually got my warmth from my kills or whatever radiant heat was in the area. It had been decades since the warmth was from me.

A knock at the bathroom door yanked my attention away from my reflection. The heart beating in my chest rose towards my throat. I hadn’t felt this anxiety before in decades. It was a stronger fight or flight response than I could imagine.

“Mike?” A young voice called out.

“Mike,” I whispered to myself. I certainly was not this Mike fellow. I cleared my throat. “What?” I responded. I furrowed my brows. My voice sounded different.

“Are you almost done?”

I grabbed the doorknob and paused. This felt like a nightmare, but none of these were my human memories. Either way, I had to keep pushing through. I pulled the door open and was greeted by a young teen. He looked like shit. His face was puffy from crying, he had bags under his eyes, and he barely had any light in his irises. He looked like a zombie.

I couldn’t even form words before taking a step aside for him. He closed himself in the bathroom, leaving me alone in the hall. He wasn’t one of my boys, but I felt disgusted with the need to comfort him. Every time those damn boys of mine brought home another one who was sick, sad, or miserable I always felt the need to take them under my wing. Perhaps I was too much of a pushover when I saw sad eyes.

I stepped away from the bathroom door and decided to investigate the house. I poked my head into every room on the upper floor, but there was no one else around on this level. I tried to delve into my memories to see if this was something I fabricated. But nothing here looked familiar. The face in the mirror wasn’t familiar, and nor was the boy.

The stairs brought me down into the living room. I could hear someone moving around in the kitchen. I padded over as quietly as I could and found a short haired woman at the sink. I watched her grab an apple out of a fruit bowl and rinse it under the cold water. She placed it onto a plate with some other fruit. Her movements were graceful. The sunlight basked her as it flowed in from the window above the sink.

Sunlight, I thought to myself. If being awake during the day wasn’t weird enough already, there was now sunlight. If I was my usual self, I would have burst into flames by now.

She started chopping the fruit up on the counter. I backed away from the kitchen and started to investigate the downstairs. I came around the corner into one of the parlors and almost collided into an old man.

“Michael! Just the man I was looking for,” the old man said to me. He placed a hand on my shoulder and forced me to walk with him. I cautiously tried to sniff him, but my human senses couldn’t tell me anything. “I could use your help with moving something out of my truck.”

“I guess,” I responded. There was a part of me that wanted to lash out and rip into his throat. But without my vampiric powers, I was afraid of the consequences.

Consequences. Such a human term. As a vampire I was entitled to kill. But as a human it was considered a crime, and crimes had consequences.

The old man brought me outside to his blue truck. The truck was old and that was familiar. I had seen this truck before in town. Though, I never cared who the owner was. But I’d seen it driving on the streets.

He opened the tailgate. The smell of blood hit me, and somehow it felt revolting. I grimaced at my own response to that. In his truck bed was a piebald doe. “Richard up the street saw this on his way to work. Hit by a car last night.” The old man looked ecstatic. “Help me carry it into the shop, won’t you?”

I grabbed a hold of its ears and tugged it out onto the tailgate. I had never seen a piebald deer in person. Marko would have loved to capture the moment of its death. He would have sat on the side of the road with his sketchbook sketching out the broken corpse with immaculate detail. I held the doe’s face in my hands, staring into her lifeless eyes. “You and I both, huh?” I whispered to her. Only she died to the vehicle. I instead ended up in some other life.

I got the doe up onto my shoulder with the old man’s help. I followed him to the back entrance of the house where his taxidermy shop was. He helped me get her down onto his main table. The man excitedly ran around the room for his tools. “Where’s your gambrel?” I asked, looking around the shop. It had been a long while since I had to skin out a deer. Countless decades since my own human life.

The old man glanced over, pausing in his excitement. “Gambrel?” He repeated. “I didn’t realize you were familiar with such things, Michael.”

“I read it in a magazine once,” I lied, giving him a smile. It was my favorite lie. Any time I slipped up with knowledge I shouldn’t have know, I slapped the ol’ “read it in a magazine” story. No one was interested in pushing about which magazine or which issue.

His eyebrows sky rocketed upwards. “Well now! If you’re ever interested in learning more, I’d be happy to have you help around the shop. We’re not using a gambrel for this one. No, it would do too much damage to the heel. But if you’ll excuse me, I must get to this beauty first. Once in a lifetime sort of piece.”

“Of course.”

The sliding doors to the house pushed open. The woman from earlier poked her head in. “Michael, sweetie, breakfast is ready.”

My stomach growled at her words. I was hungry.

“Go wash up first after touching that thing,” she ordered.

I headed back to the bathroom to find the young teen sitting on the floor with the door open. A big, wolf-like dog sat in his lap offering comfort. I froze when I saw the dog, the same fight or flight response ripping through my body. Boy, I was glad I didn’t have to deal with this sudden burst of adrenaline every time something happened as a vampire. The dog did not respond to me at all. It sat with the boy, never leaving his side.

“What?” The boy croaked out. His face showed his exhaustion worse than before.

It took me a moment to calm my nerves. The dog wasn’t attacking me, nor was it being even a tad aggressive. “I, uh, didn’t expect to see you here.” I washed my hands in the sink, but the boy didn’t move. “What’s wrong with you, huh?”

The look of dread in his eyes told me it was something worse than just getting bullied on the playground. “I’m scared, Michael,” he whispered. “We killed a guy last night.”

I surpressed my laughter. This destroyed, after killing a man? But the look of grief on his face didn’t falter. I sighed, drying off my hands on a nearby towel. When Paul first turned, he was very hesitant on making his first kill. Even after he fed, he retreated into the cave to sit in silence for hours. His turning did not go as I had intended it to. We rushed into it, excited to make him one of us. He drank my blood one night, and the next we took him out to hunt. He killed without knowing what he was doing. So close to his human side, it drove him mad for a few weeks. But he came to terms eventually, and now you’d never know he was so scared about being a vampire.

I leaned against the sink and crossed my arms over my chest. “What happened?”

The boy looked up at me. “You were there, Mikey.”

“Well, pretend I wasn’t. What happened?” I repeated, more sternly this time. I watched him squirm a bit. I’d treat him like I treated the other boys when they were in trouble. Silence was a powerful tool when used properly. I rose my eyebrows and stared until he eventually started to cry again.

“I killed that guy,” the boy whispered, trying to hold back his sobs. “And we just drove away.”

I stayed silent still, watching as he wiped away the tears on his cheeks.

“What if that was you?” he whimpered. “He was on a bike, just like you.”

“A bike?” I repeated. “A cyclist or a motorcycle?”

“Michael please, you were there,” he cried softly. “I don’t want to keep reliving it.”

“A cyclist or a motorcycle?” I repeated, more sternly this time.

“Some guy on a motorcycle,” he replied, starting to get a little angry at my questions.

“Did you see the guy?” I asked.

“Michael please stop-”

“Did. You. See. The. Guy?” I demanded. I crouched down next to the boy.

The boy looked horrified. “Mikey why are you doing this? This isn’t like you.”

“Answer my question,” I said, soothing my voice a bit to ease him into an answer.

“His face is literally stained in the back of my mind,” the boy finally said, hugging his dog tightly. “He couldn’t have been much older than you.” Tears streamed down his face as he spoke. He pushed through the sobs. “Really light hair. And dark clothes. I don’t know what else to say.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “And you hit him. With your car.” I leaned my head back and looked at the ceiling. For some fucked up reason, I was now a part of the life of the damn kid that hit me with his car. Was this hell? Was I cursed? I returned my gaze to the kid. “How badly damaged was the bike?” He stared at me blankly. “Repairable? Just a few scratches? Or like do I need a whole new bike?”

The look of confusion on his face was priceless. I stood back up. “Come on, kid. Get up. You didn’t kill him. You just fucked him over.” The boy hesitantly took my hand and I hauled him to his feet. “You knocked him from one goddamned realm to the next though, so I applaud you for that.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The boy asked.

I grabbed one of the small towels from the shelf. I ran it under warm water and squeezed it out. I tossed it right at him. “Wash up. You’re going to show me where this happened. Dwayne spent too fucking long fixing my bike last for it to have gotten destroyed on the road again. So let’s go.”

#the lost boys #lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #tlb #vampires #tlb david #tlb michael #tlb sam

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