hesitantvampirealien irl jumpscare
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Vampire
You think you’re better than me just because you’re human, don’t you? You act as though I had a choice, a say in the matter, but I didn’t, most of us don’t. Vampireism means a lifetime of solitude, an eternity of loneliness. Vampireism is a curse, one that I would not bestow upon anyone.
I have watched everyone I’ve ever care about die. I can never get close to anyone, maybe it’s selfish, but I just can’t stand the pain of knowing I will outlive them, that no matter what I do my future will not hold them unless I choose to burden them with my reality. I envy your mortality, for if I were mortal too I might have the capacity to allow myself to love again.
While the utter loneliness is by far the worst part of this curse, there are other things I will never stop missing. I miss the felling of the warm summer sun on my skin, I no longer remember what it feels like, but I miss it nonetheless. There is peace in the darkness, but I fear I will never again feel the joy that lives in the light.
I miss food, too. The meals that were once my favourite now taste rotten on my tongue, the smell isn’t even pleasant to me anymore. I know it seems trivial, but so much of the human experience revolves around food. Celebration, grief, community. My inability to consume anything other than blood is a constant reminder that I will never be seen as a person again.
Despite my losses, we aren’t so different, you and I. I care for living beings, just as you do. I crave companionship and intimacy, I have likes and dislikes, I have hobbies that I enjoy. Despite our differences, we are still very much the same. When presented with a vampire, it is easy to forget that they were human once, too. I was human, just like you.
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Look at these goofy pictures and laugh about it lmfao
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I had the idea of the brothers sharing their music tastes with each other. Then it turned into this.
In case you can’t read my handwriting the songs are:
-“Black Bear Road” by C.W. McCall
-“Lay All Your Love On Me” by ABBA
-“Candy Paint” by Post Malone
-“Numb” by Linkin Park
-“Hurt” by Johnny Cash
(Also to be clear, Floyd is happy that Branch has similar tastes in music, not that he’s sad.)
(Also also, I think John Dory would have a complicated history with country music since I love the idea of JD and Delta Dawn being exs lol)
(Also also also Poppy gave Branch the boom box, that’s why is has some stickers on it)
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something a little different than usual
not art, not mcr content, instead an improvised arlan cosplay lol. I only have his wig (I didn't cut it because the idea of cutting it gave me heartaches so yes, it's pre stylized and not very accurate but bear with me for a bit xd) and purple contact lenses, I don't have his outfit and i don't think I wanna make his outfit, i like giving my cosplays an original improvised outfit. I also added a cheek scar just because || poison - he/him
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Mockery of the audience
[ID: Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint fanart of Kim Dokja standing in a mocking pose with his back to the viewer, speaking to a huge gallery of silhouettes. He's in his Demon King form, and one of his legs is kicked back as he raises his hands dramatically. Most of the scene is shaded in dark purple, but Dokja is cast in bright red. A huge purple eye with a star-shaped pupil stares down from above, casting a spotlight over Dokja. End ID]
(ID by princess-of-purple-prose)
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hueka subxsub
"fuck-! s-so tight hnng!" dropping his head to whine into your shoulder, not trying to keep his voice down as he voices and rambles on about how good you feel around him. he feels as if he's about to cum so hard he would pass out - given how tight you were clenching around him. you weren't holding up any better than him, gripping onto his biceps to stable yourself as he sends you reeling further into the headboard with every thrust, occasionally clawing and pushing at his chest as if he would slow down. your eyes roll into the back of your head, body quaking from the overstimulation as you beg hueka to slow, voice coming out as nothing but a muffle of moans and squeaks. he apologises repeatedly, saying sorry-! cant h-help it... so good, so good..., too dumbed out of his mind to comprehend anything else. trying to squirm away from him is useless, given his huge build and size, it's inevitable that he'll be holding you down even if he doesn't mean it. the room is filled with the lewd squelching sound of your pussy - filled with hueka's cum and yours, already dripping everywhere and staining the sheets - along side with the both of your moans and whines, so shamelessly loud it sounds cute~~
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