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skitskatdacat63 · 3 months
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For everyone who wanted bullfighter Nando when I mentioned it the other day, here you go :D
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+ this one I don't feel like coloring yet(imagine he's in Ferrari colors!!!)
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#did you know bullfighters dedicate their kill to a friend or member of the public by giving them their hat?#i really wanted to draw silly vettonso where fernando offers seb his hat#seb retires from bullfighting(yeah its an au now) and fernando in his green costume is like;#'here is my hat. now will you come back from retirement? 🥺'#but yeah feel very abnormal abt that ^ and also the thing abt them having someone who helps them get into their costume as a sacred ritual#theres just a lot of thoughts and ideas floating around in my head bcs of it#anyways i liked drawing this but it was very suffering too and took me like 5 hours#its like. you see the intricate embroidery and im like ah! omg! i love painting details!!!#and then remember im not the best w coming up with ideas for the embroidery pattern itself#so pls bear with me 😭😭 mainly i was trying to reference the diamond logo of renault#but most of it kinda just ended up being austrian knots i guess bcs thats what my mind defaults to#i thought the shoulder pad would be the most difficult but that came together the easiest and made the rest actually work in my head#aaahhh also im surprised w the angle of his face! im usually not good at side profiles as well as tilted down heads#but i think he looks pretty good honestly???#also w the sketch i just wanted to post it bcs i liked his face okay 😭😭😭#i wanted to paint it too but I realized im so naive thinking i could paint two of these horrifically detailed things in one session#but his face 🥹🥹 i like it!!! theres some renault era pic of him i really like where hes sun drenched and angry looking#^ and i think i captured the vibe well so!!!!!#well anyways mayhe ill draw more of this. it was fun but also like sucked my life force out bcs it kept going from easy to 'I CANT DO THIS'#the pictures of matadors are just...insane to me. tiny waist fat ass flamboyant costume. im dead 🫠#f1#formula 1#fernando alonso#catie.art.#fa14#matador!nando#matador au
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dyrdeer · 4 months
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i really like disney losing money on bad movies they make but i do hate that sooo much money, effort, and time from the artists is taken for a purposefully mediocre "safe" product massacred by heartless execs.
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allgremlinart · 11 days
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everyday I fight demons (untagged hate in the Korra tag) but there's also boobs so like WHO'S winning ? me.
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widevibratobitch · 1 month
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in terror, four lieutenants; in t3m, four musketeers. Conclusion?
conclusion - same as always: destiny.
but wait oh christ okay. they even kinda fit...
you've got the og trio of
Wet Pathetic Loser
Deeply Religious Guy
Fancy Lad
which ig would make dundy... d'artagnan?? no. no oh god ok. listen. d'artagnan is jopson im afraid:
1. has a deeply homoerotic father/son relationship with a suicidal alcoholic
2. is actually kinda obsessed with him tbh
3. doesn't really start out as One Of Them, has to wait quite some time to get promoted
4. big part of the fandom actually ships him with little aka our athos
it makes sense you gotta believe me it does it does
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c-kiddo · 9 months
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honestly so excited for when, in a million years, the tmn show eventually gets to the fight from ep69 like im genuinely excited to be emotionally destroyed all over again
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fuckyourtriangles · 1 year
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“It’s okay”.
I will literally NEVER be over this.
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tsum00 · 2 years
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pegging ceo!kuroo pt.2 <3
pt. 1
warnings: degradation, humiliation, pegging, exhibitionism, y/n being too hot LMAO, teeny tiny mistress kink
MINORS DNI
once you saw kuroo’s cock twitch at the sound of being called a whore a twisted thought ran through your mind.
as of now, the blinds in his office were closed, the only light coming from the ones on the ceiling. it was still bright outside though, so you pulled out of him gently and walked over to the blinds.
"hmmm... i wonder what your workers would think if they saw their boss getting his brains fucked out against this window?" you muse, raising the blinds and letting the sunlight stream in.
"what? you can't be serious y/n! let me go!" kuroo says, yanking at his handcuffs.
"oh? giving mr orders? you know that's not how this works, baby. now are you going to come up here like a good little slut or do i have to make you?" you ask, giving him a once over.
he's trembling. whether it be from fear or arousal, you suspect it's a mixture of both. he gives you no answer, opting to glare at you. you sigh, figuring this would happen. not to say that you're upset, it's always fun to take him down a peg.
snarling, you walk over and yank him away from the table, slamming him into the window.
"someone's not listening today, is he? looks like i'll have to make you remember who's really in charge."
you rest your chin on his shoulder and notice that a small crowd has gathered outside the window. some are even pulling out their phones. pr was going to have a field day with this.
"well look at that, we have an audience!" you coo.
you look down at kuroo and notice his eyes are shut, like he's trying to hide from the outside. cute.
"why don't we give them a show? let's show them what my fucktoy can do..." you say as you plunge back into him.
at this, kuroo's eyes fly open.
"oh god! y/n, please! i-i can't!!" he cries out, tears falling.
"oh, but you can. let's be honest, hm? you like this. you like being paraded around like a cheap whore. cmon, just admit it," you say laughing.
"ugh, f-fine! you're right. i like it... just let me cum already!" he begs.
"i know you can do better than that."
"please!! y/n, mistress, i'm begging you!!" he sobs.
"there we go," you smirk.
with a couple more snaps of your hips, the window pane receives lovely splashes of white.
kuroo slumps against the window, babbling incoherent "thank you's".
"he looks so cute fucked out like this," you think, smiling to yourself.
you close the blinds and tend to kuroo, stroking his hair and gently kissing his forehead.
what a perfect little slut.
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apocketfullofhobbits · 7 months
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can't stop thinking abt how the fact that declan mattered so little to his father that the asshole couldn't even be bothered to keep the memories of the day his son was born was supposed to make up for declan's whole shitty childhood
like hey kid u know what u just weren't worth the pain. do u feel better abt it now.
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suspichui · 2 months
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kunibram angst!! (very quick made) (im sorry)
ok so imagine kunibram "in love" like, they hangout very often and are raising aya together. they both flirt with eachother sometimes and are just waiting to feel 100% sure about their feelings before confessing. but the more they get to know eachother, kunikida fells more inlove bc.. well, u dont PLAN falling for a vampire but they have their charm yk, listening about their old life, how things used to be, even the way they act, talk, move, EVERYTHING; but this doesnt happen with bram, the more he gets to know kunikida, the more he realises he doesnt have anything in common with his dead wife, just the looks and the need to have everything planned + organized, but bram *knows* and *sees* how much kunikida is falling for him, and he tries so much to feel the same, but he just can't bc the reason he was ok with developing this kind of relationship was bc bream rlly thought kunikida was the reincarnation of his dead wife, he was *so* sure that this situation didn't even appeared in his mind. so, now, everytime kunikida flirts, he just tried to react like he used to do when he saw *her* in him, but its just not the same, kunikida is slowling realizing somethings wrong, but he trusts bram to tell him whats wrong; maybe he just started to feel bad about falling for a man, afterall ppl was even more homophobic when bram was not a vampire, but that never happens rlly. he just sees day past day how bram stops looking at him with so much light in his eyes, he starts treating him like the others in the agency, and now he only talks to him when he needs to communicate something about aya, but why? well, bram just feels rlly bad about himself, he feels so stupid for believing that he found his daughter *and* his wife at the same time. a few months later, kunikida is re-writing his ideal woman bc he ripped the page when he fell for bram, believing he wouldnt need that ever again, but here he is.
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likeafairytale · 1 month
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"What do you do with the money?" - a suspicious Yasmeen to Achilles
❛I gamble more. Some people would say I have a gambling problem.❜
Achilles thought he was funny, but Yasmeen did not smile or laugh, which made him pout a little. Looking at the young woman, he did not move from under the tree he was sitting with his book, and she did not come closer to him. She was at a fair distance, and the demigod could tell that she did not like being to close to people, knowing what he observed the past few days, he could understand why. His eyes on her, he saw how wary she was of him, and he would felt a bit offended, if he did not know why she was like that. Indeed, a few days ago, the man successfully stole money from Rhys and Xanthe, without their knowledge. It wasn't surprising to him, Achilles was a master thief, but what was surprising was that Yasmeen caught him. She did not tell anything, she did not make him return the money, but they made eye contact, and he could see the disapproval in her brown eyes. If he cared a little, he would have felt ashamed about that. But he did not care, plus he knew they weren't good people, so why should he have remorse?
His eyes still on Yasmeen, he examined her; she looked familiar. He knew he already saw her somewhere, but he couldn't recall where, which was frustrating. Achilles had such a good memory, and yet, since he arrived at the Seelie Court, he seemed to lack of memory. First with Nathaniel Blackwater, and now with Yasmeen. Why do both of them seemed so familiar, as if he met them before? Why did he dream of them in impossible scenarios? He did not know, but he was dying to found out.
Yasmeen looked away, and he noticed only now how creepy he must be, to look at her so intensely. She must feel uncomfortable, and too used of not saying anything, the only way she found to make him understand was looking somewhere else. Shaking his head, the young man sigh a little before, once again, shrugging.
❛The human world.❜ He suddenly said, bringing back Yasmeen's attention on him. ❛Thereis a lot of people in need there. I go to the human world and give some money to the poor. I feed the youngest.❜
❛You use the money on other people?❜ She asked a bit taken aback, although she tried to not show it, the tone of her voice betrayed her. Achilles felt very much offended by that.
❛I do not use it to get richer, if that's what you were thinking.❜ The demigod answered a bit irritated, but he tried his best to not show it too much. ❛I couldn't care less about my own profit, I'm quite content with my situation, believe it or not.❜
❛Why?❜ Yasmeen questioned, and this time, she showed how surprised she was. It was Achilles turn to be taken aback by her words now. ❛Why don't you keep all the money for you?❜ She asked, but Achilles did not answer. He did not have the time, to be honest, Yasmeen's brain was working, and she put the pieces together, before he could even say anything: ❛Because you were at their place once. You grew up in the street, don't you?❜
Once again, the demigod said nothing. She was observant, he had to admit that. This time, it was he who looked away, not being able to support the young woman's gaze on him. His past wasn't something he liked to dwell on, to be honest, it was quite blurry at the moment, always had been, he did not know why. He could remember a lot of things, but not his past, although, he knew he did not have the best of childhood. Maybe he did live in the street, maybe it was an orphanage, but Achilles saw those places, and orphanage or street, there were no differences in his eyes. He knew that whatever he lived in his childhood, it shaped him to be the vigilante he was today, and he wasn't mad about it. After a few minutes, he sighed and shrugged. His eternal childish smile on his face, he looked back at Yasmeen who was still looking at him, probably trying to read him.
❛I did not have a good childhood, you can say that.❜ He finally admitted, and he realized it was the first time he told that to someone. ❛I just don't like injustice. Why are they all organizing balls for the stupidest reasons, when some people struggle to have food in their table? That's unfair. Yes, I keep some money, because quite frankly, I need it too, but most of it goes to people who truly benefit from it.❜
❛That's honourable.❜
❛That's what they should do.❜ She said nothing to that, surely because she knew he was right. ❛You didn't tell on me. You could have, you would have been in their good grace for sure, but you didn't. Why?❜
❛All these people have too much money anyway. I won't stop you.❜
❛Good to know.❜
❛As long as you don't steal anything from the princess Calypso.❜
❛Oh, now you are spoiling all the fun!❜ He said with amusement, but just as previously, she did not find it funny. ❛She has this gorgeous diamond necklace, I can at least steal that.❜
❛That's her favourite one, I won't let you take it.❜ She was firm, and he knew he couldn't argue. After all she was nice enough to not tell on him, he should push his luck.
❛Such a waste, though.❜
❛Princess Calypso is different. She will help if you as-❜
❛I won't ask for charity to those people.❜
❛Then princess Calypso is out of the question.❜
❛What if I gamble with her and I win?❜
❛You're trying to find loophole.❜
❛That's one of my speciality.❜ He joked and winked at her. Yasmeen was unfazed.
After a while, Achilles stood up, took his bag and gave one apple to Yasmeen. The girl seemed confused by his action, and it took him insisting for her to take the fruit. She looked at it af if it was the most peculiar thing she ever saw in her life, before looking at the young man in front of her.
❛I can't eat anything from the fae kingdom.❜
❛That's from the human world. I don't like their fruits here, they taste weird. Keep it.❜
❛Why?❜
❛You look familiar.❜ He finally admitted to her, and he could see surprise in her eyes. ❛I feel like I meet you before.❜
❛If that was true, I would have remember it. You seem like the kind of man you can't forget easily.❜
❛Thank you.❜
❛It wasn't really a compliment.❜
❛I take that as such anyway.❜ He laughed and shruggled. For the first time, he saw the outline of a smile on her face, and he was proud of him. ❛I know you cannot leave the place, not without your little princess, if you want I can bring you some food.❜
❛Why would you do that?❜ Now she was back at being suspicious, and deep down he couldn't blame her.
❛Because I am a nice person. And because between outsiders we have to stick together, don't we?❜
❛... I suppose you're right.❜
❛You are fun to be around, Yasmeen. A bit too wary in my taste, but still.❜
❛Thank you for the apple.❜
❛You know what they say: an apple a day keeps the doctor away.❜
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finalfantasyx · 10 months
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my boi Ye Qingyu being the most empathetic, sympathetic person in the entire flippin’ universe
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yugiohz · 6 months
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is hawks' arc going anywhere orrr.. the todorokis and toga(twice) are over and that were his most interesting plot lines
I dislike horikoshi but it’s unfair to nitpick the pacing when the conditions under shonen Jump are inhumane, with weekly titles especially I think it’s best to just wait for arcs and plot lines to wrap up before we jump to conclusions based on whatever we get weekly imo but yeah I and many others are curious about what’s gonna happen with hawks
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lambs4slaughter · 4 months
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what if. You wanted to get rid of the slime in your ear during the blood moon. And God said: 4 different encounters in the forest back to back
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actually i want to talk about lady some more so she's not mute by choice but she did choose to leave her throat more or less the way it is because when she thought about it, she liked the fact that random people can't have access to her voice anymore because she's a very private person and doesn't like sharing all of herself with strangers. the fact that they could hear her voice and demand that from her and connect with her in a way that felt too intimate to her was something she had always felt uncomfortable about
and she's very kind and loving and friendly but also currently prizes having her own space and controlling how much she's perceived and remembered by others so she's happy to have no voice
and she's happy to be disabled in general, sometimes
obviously it's not exactly fun to be disabled most of the time and she doesn't like feeling fatigued etc! it can be frustrating and othering
but she still loves her new, slow body because her old one was actively falling apart. and she's just relieved to be alive. :) it's really simple lol but something that means a lot to me
#& there are just unexpected benefits for her like the voice thing#i'm literally............................. just sharing key fic themes lol but that's ok bc it's still a wip and it might help me#come up with more ideas if i ramble & i don't want to emulate marvel wrt keeping everything in your story a secret honestly#but yeah 🥰 acceptance of being disabled is honestly NOT a very big part of her story.. one of her more innate and positive#traits is that she immediately appreciated all prosthetics and mobility devices and that's another reason she works#extremely well with big bonny; they both have a love of tools 🥰#omg i don't want to just talk about all of lady's lore in posts but it's fun#but lady has trauma from having a serious disease so coming out alive on the other end isn't something she takes for granted#she's been through a drastic change and instead of shame or grief about the outcome she loves everything bonny was able to do#to save her life. and she's definitely more empowered now for aideen reasons hehe 🥰 i think i'll save those details just for my fic#a lot of lady's story is kinda going to be about.. subverting some things quite pointedly like it's literally about lesbians having a#love story but some of it i *don't* want to feel very pointed or political or idk the word but like lady is just going to be casually#disabled basically! it just feels relaxing to have a story with very casual representation that doesn't feel.. forced is i think the word#lady is going to have a bit of a coming out storyline but she doesn't feel very much about having prosthetic limbs#& as she is literally a cyborg bc this is a fantasy story i thought it would be a little overdone and feel dehumanising to have her#experience too much of a processing period or worry about not having a 'human' body or anything like that#i mean she is also a. goddess but. well. that feels like a different thing LOL#but the cross between irl ableism and fantasy racism just pushes me in the direction of lady's body not being a big deal by itself#(lady is white in an ashkenazi way but i was thinking about science fiction tropes so that's what i mean by fantasy racism ^)#it just feels more uplifting to me that lady instantly accepts her body as it is in permanent remission#she's just kinda like. body positivity especially disabled body positivity/neutrality where she does struggle with fatigue#and she can't speak and she can't grow hair and stuff but she's accepting of those things bc it's just how she is and she's alive!#i guess one thing is that i did want to have a more pro-science vibe#being 90% robotic isn't realistic but i hope it's clearly all very representative of irl crutches and such; and embracing that#it might sound futuristic but it works well in harmony with Nature imo; it's just the natural conclusion to people making tools even#more precise in order to improve quality of life & manmade creations aren't antithetical to nature Or make you 'weak' :3#lady says ecofascism and ableism suck 👆 or that might be more of a big bonny sentiment but anyway
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finniestoncrane · 2 years
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What I Did That Night, What She Said That Night
Vampire!Eddie x Reader piece. Please be gentle, I've never written explicitly vampiric stuff before, like I've hinted at it but this was just...I straight up used the word vampire lmao 💚
warnings/tags on AO3, minors DNI, reader is AFAB, she/her pronouns used, warnings for a bit of brute force, 3843 words
💚 inspired by conversations with wonderful, talented @sweetums0kitty and her amazing (and much better) vampire fic 💚
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Darkness perpetually plagued Gotham, giving it an air of romanticised mystery that drew those who needed an escape, a space to lurk. It attracted criminals, monsters both literal and figurative. And Eddie was one of them. He always knew he would be, burning down the orphanage had convinced him of as much. He was a criminal, an outsider. And one fateful evening, he became a true monster. On his way back to his apartment after a shift at KTMJ. Taking a shortcut through an alley when the skies went dark and a storm rolled in. He huddled himself into his worn, thin jacket. The bricks on the alley floor caused tiny muscle spams as he stepped over them in his thin-soled shoes. And as the rain struck the collar of his jacket in a cacophony of patters, he was unable to hear his assailant. Completely unaware of the looming figure, dark in the shadows, falling from the sky to land silently and precisely behind him, footsteps following exactly so as not to create obvious footsteps. It was stalking him, quietly and expertly, as he walked through the smurry rain coating the alley, which seemed to be getting narrower and narrower in the increasing dark which threatened to swallow him whole. Darker somehow, despite the street lights and warmth from the windows of apartments, than even the orphanage that haunted his sleep ever seemed.
Without any warning from even his deepest subconscious and primal brain, his body was hitting the ground, something heavy pressing down on his frail back, his face taking on the imprint from the ground as something else held his face against the filthy, wet street, that he could hear over the rain. That’s when he noticed. And by that point it was too late. His head was grasped, hair clutched by fingers ending in sharp, broken claws, mouth wrapped around him where his neck met his shoulder. He was too weak to fight back, too scared to scream. As blood was pulled from his fresh wound, he waned, fading in and out of consciousness. The last thing he remembered ever thinking as a human, a mortal, was that he was at peace with what he was sure was his death. This was better than living a life of torture, of the torment that came with knowing the extent of the corruption in this disgusting city but having none of the power to do anything about it. This was peace.
And that haunted him, even now all those years later. He would often get sad considering his potential final thoughts, they felt so distant to him. Then, he had been powerless, weak and ineffective. Too nervous to make a move, stir things up. So sad that a painful and frightening death alone in an alley was the preferable choice when faced with either that or his every day life. So pathetic, so depressing. Now, he knew his power, and with a distinct lack of the usual hindering concerns that the living might need to put up with, Eddie could finally commit himself to his project. His attempts to flush out, if they would pardon the pun at his plans for breaking the seawalls, the disease and corruption in Gotham. To rid the city of the real rats, the officials, the wealthy, the police. All of them. And now he could achieve that.
So far, and by so far he really meant the last three years of his life, he had spent his time staying awake in an unhealthy fashion and studying as many reports as he could. It was easy now that he was mentally stable and physically stronger. Before, sure, he had been incredibly smart, but there was a distinct air of nerves that surrounded him and thwarted his every attempt at…anything. Now, with an ever-growing physical prowess combined with an effective application of his forensic and puzzle-solving skills, Eddie was indestructible, untraceable, all-powerful.
At no point had he ever considered his new life-state as a curse. It fit with his life perfectly, by day he did the mental work, by night he did the physical work. One of his tasks was feeding the children. He couldn’t remember why he had thought it was a good idea. Perhaps guilt at burning down the orphanage, or a feeling that he owed the children in the same position he was in once? Was it an ecological thing? He did the murder, they got rid of the evidence? Either way, he turned the three of them who had not found a home in the newly constructed orphanage. Too old apparently, not enough beds. So now they lived under one of the bridge arches. And Eddie fed them, bringing them a fresh criminal carcass to feast on every few nights. It was stupid mistake that he regretted. They’d be children forever now, he’d be responsible to them as long as he felt morally obligated to. Pestered by their constant excitement at their state. They considered themselves vampires. Eddie considered them Gods. Eternal in their existence.
That was a downfall though, he thought, but he managed to use it to his advantage. It was strange never aging, meaning his driver’s license stated his true age and belied the boyish features he still possessed. Of course, you mentally aged, grew in your mental capabilities and people skills, general knowledge and survival methods. But if you were always cursed with the body of a child, then your physical abilities in the killing and maiming department meant you might not survive. Edward was in a good place with it though. He felt able to charm, woo or force himself into luck and survival these days, a trait he was hoping to bring to his series of murders, the start of his chain of exposing Gotham’s many sins.
He was taking the “eat the rich” movement to its logical conclusion. Consuming the flesh and blood of the sinners ruining the lives of the citizens of Gotham.
He rounded the corner and started down the same alley he was turned in all those years ago. It took him back a little, an unexpected trigger which shook him but enthralled him. The moment his life changed, a miracle unto him, bestowed upon him by whatever merciful wonder decided to take a break on the bullied kid, the underappreciated co-worker, the ignored and faceless member of the crowd.
But his train of thought was disrupted by the appearance of someone approaching him from the other end of the alley. Straining through the rain, Edward could make out at a distance that it appeared to be a woman, possibly unaware that he was also in the alley, getting closer to him with each step they both took towards their inevitable meeting point.  And it only took a split second for Eddie to make the decision. At the sight of her his stomach rumbled, and shortly after the rest of his body followed, cheeks flushing and dick hardening. Another of the graces bestowed on him, as Eddie was sure that in the comics and books he had read, vampires had no blood, but he was still able to get erect, in fact quicker than before even.
And that was something which was becoming obvious even in the dark, even with his coat pulled down over his crotch. Eddie was excited two-fold. Firstly, the kill always enticed him, like the sensation of thrusting into someone quick and sharp and hard. It was intensely erotic, lapping at their necks or wrists, watching the last of the light drain from their eyes, evil draining from the city one by one. And sometimes, the unlucky would have to be taken, much like this new prey. It was collateral damage, for the better good. The city would be grateful of its saviour, the vampire-bat man. He’d have to work on the name though, come up with something catchier than that, or God forbid he be given one by the press. He shuddered at the thought.
But aside from the obvious thrill of the chase, of the exceptional, stomach warming sensation of a good meal, Eddie was instantly turned on. Another side effect, usually brought on by adrenaline or sheer excitement, this time Eddie was enthralled by the flesh he had settled on. Her body was thick, emanating heat that he could feel even from the distance. She smelled sweet, soft and clean. He could see her thighs and breasts jiggle with her steps, hypnotising him. He could see her soft features, plush and rosy cheeks. She looked delicious, everything about her screaming out that she was indeed a whole meal he could enjoy. Touching, licking, sucking. He drooled at the thought, tongue tracing the sharp points of his teeth as he focused on retaining a silent, calm pace. Her scent on the wind, the sharp tang of her blood on his nostrils. This was different, he felt entirely entranced by it.
As they passed each other, she looked shocked at his presence, oblivious to him until the last moment, but offered him a polite smile. A desperate look, a plea to anyone watching over her that he was a good person and not the standard Gotham criminal, lurking in the alley to commit a crime. And he passed her by, a brief moment of thanks settling into her stomach before he whisked around, hand over her mouth, the other on her stomach and pressing her against him, against his crotch, hardening further at the rush.
He sank his teeth into her neck, blood trickling down in two little streams and he lapped greedily. She hadn’t even screamed, hadn’t tried to. In fact, he was holding her entire body up against his, no effort on her part. Her eyes weren’t open, but her chest moved, and blood was certainly flowing. Had she passed out from fright?
A pang of guilt waved over him. This wasn’t how he usually behaved. His moral code, his ethics, all thrown out the window in a brief fit of lust and hunger, desperation. It was probably this that led him to make the decision to take her home with him. To leave her with enough of her spirits that she would awake in the morning, safely.
A feat of his strength, belying his thin frame, he lifted her the short distance to his apartment building. His room was cold, barren aside from the essentials. He saw no need for comfort usually, but he was enraged at his lack of foresight now. Why did he bring her home? And why didn’t he have any luxuriously soft blankets to encase her in? What he had would have to do. He settled her onto the mattress, taking care to put her body into the recovery position but knowing that he intended to remain vigilant at the foot of the bed through the night, watching for any turns.
He piled on blankets, shirts, towels and finally his jacket, his signature, his logo, emblazoned on the front chest pocket. She looked so peaceful. And she was so beautiful. He had sworn not to turn another after the children. It made things so complicated. He was supposed to be eliminating vile corruption and sin from the streets of Gotham, not playing house with a new pet. But, he watched her breathe gently, in and out, skin paling by the minute, and realised that was exactly what he wanted.
You’re not thinking with that big ol’ brain of yours anymore, huh Ed?
Afraid of his new companion, of the new feelings he had, he settled onto a chair at the end of the bed, resting his feet, still in his boots, onto the bottom frame. In the morning, she would either be dead, or undead. He hoped it was the latter. He wanted to apologise. He wanted to explain to her, to have her sympathise with his plight, with his goals. He wanted to get to know her. In a show of weakness previously unknown to him, he allowed himself to smile at her before returning to the task at hand, stone-like in his vigilance. He pondered over how he would explain, how he would apologise. Praying for something, anything, that might make it easier for her to understand what he was, and what she had become.
He must have drifted to sleep at some point, unaware that he had let his guard down. The soft drop of his head as it slipped from its resting place on his shoulder was enough to jolt him into immediate action, blissfully ignorant of the night’s adventures for a moment until reality settled in around him like a weighted blanket. He looked to the bed and saw her, sitting upright, watching him. Neither of them said a word, both afraid of each other, straining their pupils in the dark, their shadows cast by the neon signs and warm, yellow street lights of Gotham that squeezed through the broken blinds.
Breath faltering, Eddie raised his hands in a show of what he hoped was recognisable as non-threatening action, rising slowly and steadily from the chair he had slept on. She pulled the sheets up towards her, cowering slightly at his movements, watching him, studying him. As he recognised the fear in her eyes, he began to loosen up. There was no tension in his shoulders so long as he was the predator. He opened his mouth to speak, unable to make any sounds for an embarrassingly long time, only managing to squeak out two words after the strenuous effort.
“I’m sorry.”
Tears were welling in her eyes.
“For what you’re going to do?”
She was direct, and while there was a wavering under the tone, fear at his possible intentions, she was still displaying a bravery that Edward found impressive.
“I’m…no. For what I’ve already done?”
A sob escaped her as her chest curled over, tears falling down her face. Eddie was confused, unable to understand how she was so quick to comprehend what he’d done to her, what he’d made her into, before he realised that she might have been thinking he had done something, comparatively, worse.
“Oh no! Please, let me explain! I didn’t…you’re safe. You’ve been safe. Safer than you were in the alley. I didn’t touch you, other than to lift you to the bed and…when I bit you.”
“You bit me?” She rolled up her sleeves and looked at her arms, throwing the blanket back to examine her legs and stomach, before raising a hand to her neck and feeling the warm and sticky blood which had seeped through the bandages he had applied.
“It shouldn’t hurt. And the blood will stop soon enough.”
“It doesn’t hurt. Why doesn’t it hurt?”
“You’re past that now.”
“What do you mean ‘past that’? Will you please take me to a hospital?”
“There’s not much they can do for you now. In fact, you should avoid them at all costs. You don’t want to be studied as the medical marvel with no heartbeat and a distinct lack of blood do you?”
“A…what?” She was feeling woozy, the confusion and rage building up in the pit of her stomach and making her sick.
“You’re new…form…I guess? I prefer the term “life state” but I think that might be a bit nerdy.”
“I don’t understand…Please…”
“I’ve turned you into something different, better.”
“How…?”
“By biting you. You can’t have been living under a rock for the whole of your life, you must have some kind of…idea of what I’m talking about?”
Eddie searched her eyes, past her blank stare, for any inkling of recognition, someone that told him she knew what he was, what she had become now. Some people just couldn’t get past the block though, couldn’t see past movies and books and tv shows and accept that fantasy could seep into reality.
“A vampire.” He said it with such a casual tone, her face grew instantly pale and her body retched, bringing up everything she had eaten in the last twenty-four hours onto the floor. Edward looked at it, twisting his face, but ignoring the mess and returning to his efforts of comfort, of enlightenment.
“I know it’s difficult to process. I didn’t even have anyone to walk me through it when I was transformed. But please, I want you to accept this gift. There was something about you, something, a psychic connection? Spiritual? Divine intervention? But I wasn’t acting of my own accord, nor do I believe it was sheer animal instinct. I think, like me, you were meant to be eternal.”
It was hard to swallow, and she spat some remnants of vomit onto the floor, wiping her face with her sleeve, as she slowed her breathing, trying to stave of a panic attack at the things the obviously insane man at the end of her bed was telling her.
Part of her though believed him. It was the part that was afraid and anxious, that had spent all of her life tormenting her into feelings of despair and futile hope for a better tomorrow that never seemed to come. And now she had infinite tomorrows? Excitement swelled in her, the hopelessly romantic notions she had about love at first sight, of soul mates, of the universe having a plan for you and exacting said plan at the right moment. She had been heading to her ex-girlfriend’s house, an abusive relationship she couldn’t escape from for more than a month at a time. About to face down yet another mistake in a long line of terrible choices she had been making since she was old enough to recognise and exercise her free will.
And another part, still, was bubbling with promise. With power. Where before she had been able to feel the stone-hard pit of weakness and futility, of nerves and worries, she felt a tingling strength rising and pulsing. As though her entire core was swelling with a sense of pride, a personality change brought on by a bite from a strange, but surprisingly sweet looking, stranger.
But she couldn’t believe it yet. The logical side of her brain was kicking into gear, revving up, sliding in the mud of insanity as it desperately tried to pull away from the belief that she might now be a monster.
“I don’t believe you.”
“Yeah, I thought you might say that.”
With little effort, Eddie leapt onto the bed, lifting her up and over his shoulder and carrying her to the fire escape outside of the window. She could feel the rain on her skin as he deftly leapt up the stairs, metal clanking and echoing, the sounds of the city drowning it out. Up and up until they were on the roof, where he placed her on her feet and looked up to the sky, droplets splashing on his cheeks. He was handsome in this light, deceptively strong despite his boyish looks, the light catching the unique profile of his face, eyes obscured in a mysterious manner by the rain that fell onto his glasses. If she tried hard enough to suppress any common sense, this moment was entirely fantastical and romantic. Being rushed to a spot above the city, a handsome stranger offering her mystery and adventure, rain on her skin as he stared at her, moving closer and closer and reaching out his hands to-
At contact, she had briefly believed they were about to kiss. And she was going to let him. Let their lips meet under the Gotham sky, rain drops tapping against the ground as a vampire lustfully took her, darkness around them as she accepted her fate, her new life. But the dream was shattered as his palms pushed her hard and she stumbled back towards the end of the roof, maintaining eye contact as he pushed once more and sent her off the edge, hurtling towards the ground. She stared at him, his face growing smaller as she fell further, no room for panic in her stomach as her brain released it’s adrenaline and endorphins, easing her into what it knew was about to be the end. There was no such things as vampires, as happy endings, as dark and brooding strangers who kidnapped you for love. That was Stockholm syndrome, and she had been murdered for being a foolish girl with romantic notions.
As the guilt and shame washed over her, sorry for herself that these would be the last emotions she ever felt, another feeling began to take over, causing her limbs to tremble. The tingling from the pit of her stomach was so strong she could swear she could hear it humming inside of her, causing her head to throb with tension. And she embraced it, thankful to feel something other than the familiar self-hate she’d lived with her whole life, waiting for her body to hit the ground and for it all to be over.
But it never came. The ground didn’t seem to be getting any closer, and she didn’t seem to be getting any lower. She tilted her head cautiously to the side and took a quick, investigative peak at what remained of her drop. And in doing so she spasmed, body flipping around in mid-air like it was caught in a gyroscope. She could hear the stranger from above yelling down into the street.
“Don’t panic, if you panic you’ll lose-”
But she had panicked, and at that she fell the ten feet left of her journey to the ground, thudding unceremoniously on her back, straight into the murky puddles. Rain dripped on her face, eyes closed and attempting to absorb everything that had happened. She blinked and tried to see through the rain, a figure making its way slowly and gracefully from the sky down to her.
“See?”
He reached out a hand and she took it, instantly pulled up, into the air, as he dragged her back towards the roof.
“I’m going to let go, and you can hold yourself, ok?”
She shook her head violently, desperate for him to hold her. But he snatched his grip away. She shook, wobbling around before calming her breaths and hovering, swaying gently in the wind. As much as she wanted to be frightened, to be nervous about the prospects of the future, to be angry at how her old life was snatched away, she was just excited. Looking at the stranger before her, she smiled and giggled.
Eddie laughed back, thankful that there was finally some semblance of positivity emanating from her, knowing that it would be easier now to adjust her to a new life.
“What would you like to do next?” He asked her, a warm smile spreading over his face as she pondered, gleefully. He could hold off on this evening’s mayhem, if it meant encouraging her to accept her new life, secretly hoping she would agree to spend at least some of eternity with him.
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love-songs-for-emma · 7 months
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the other day my 15 year old cousin was pretend shooting at me [24], my aunt [late 40s], and my partner [25] with a small gun.
i pretended to be hit, then quickly ducked and dove around the counter, looking for a weapon-shaped item frantically. my aunt, with such malice in her voice went, "what are you *doing*?" i hardly huffed a response back bc i was So focused. then, there i saw it: an unopened bag of marshmallows. i quickly ripped them open and tossed one up in the air to land around the corner into my cousin's room while going "ITS A GRENADE!" and he laughed. it was one of the few genuine smiles i'd seen him make the whole few days we spent together.
i dont care how old you are, if you see someone playing pretend, it's your duty to hop on that moment and keep it going. no one is "better than" imagination. you're not superior bc youre in your 40s and dont know how to have fun. life is about silly moments like this (to ME and im on my high horse PREACHING at u to fill your life with love light and JOY)
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