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jellybeanium124 · 1 year

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stupid rant about the rat man drama below. extremely serious neutral perspective. I'm kind of scared to post this because I'm worried that people will get mad at me tbh... the tldr is I hate drama (unsurprisingly).

Let's say, for the sake of argument, that the ofmd fandom is a middle school cafeteria. Because, of course, all fandoms are middle school cafeterias, just with varying levels of screaming.

There are kind of three camps, actually, in the ofmd fandom, but everyone thinks there's two: Izzy Enjoyers and Haters. The Haters do seem to be pretty much one cohesive unit (save for the Stede anon who is off the shits and no one likes), but the Enjoyers are actually kind of split in two, based on my own observations. There are Enjoyers who understand that Izzy is a bastard failure pathetic rat man and antagonist, and with this knowledge choose to enjoy him anyways. And then there are Enjoyers who do not understand this and think he's a competent badass. I'll call the former 1s and the latter 2s.

Haters and 1s tend to generally be content to sit at their own tables and talk to their friends and mind their own business. I think these two groups are generally aware that their differences are basically irreconcilable due to the climate, and that ignoring the other is the best outcome. 1s don't leave their tables. They don't want to leave their tables. They want to sexualize that old man in peace, and recognize that not everyone wants to sexualize that old man.

2s, however, do leave their tables. They go over to the Haters and yell at them about stupid fucking nonsense and create a lot of surrus because they do not see that Izzy is like... a bad guy. This makes Haters rightfully angry, but that anger is usually directed at both 1s and 2s because from the outside they do look the same. This makes 1s upset because they've been minding their own fucking business and don't even know who that clown is that started it all, so now they're in on the fight. Thus the cycle of balderdash continues. It makes me angry because some stupid naive part of me wishes everyone could be friends, or at least for the drama to end and everyone to actually commit to either ignoring each other or just being civil.

This will never happen. 1s don't tend to be down to discuss how Izzy's actions are racist and homophobic on the level that Haters want. 1s and Haters are kind of similar, except, generally speaking, 1s watched the show and prioritized Dumb Fun, while Haters watched the show and prioritized Critical Thought. I think there are a lot of complicated factors that go into why a person would pick one over the other, because there is nothing wrong with Dumb Fun or Critical Thought, and ofmd lends itself well to both.

Also, most 1s I know don't tend to be creating content where Ed is an abusive monster. Usually 1s live in a world where they want Izzy to get better and let go of his toxicity, thereby creating an environment where Ed and Izzy can heal their relationship and both of them and Stede can have lots of narsty gay sex and be soft together.

And then there are the 2s, who I don't see changing their minds any time soon because they are very mad, and very mad people who refuse to acknowledge bigotry tend to not change their minds when internet strangers are disagree with them. I do not know any people in the 2 camp personally (all my observation of them has been through when Haters reblog and counter their posts), so my prediction there is mostly based off of common patterns of human behavior.

I don't really have a solution here. I'm not completely clear on the relationship between 1s and 2s, but there is definitely some allyship. There is also some "I'm not one of those izzy fans" at 1 tables as well. Because of the general perception of Haters v. Enjoyers, 1s and 2s are inevitably going to be linked, both in their own minds and the minds of Haters. Should Haters and 1s even attempt allyship? Could we live in a world where it's People Who Understand Izzy Sucks versus People Who Don't? I don't think it's possible, frankly. Many Haters are far too against or squicked out by edizzy/stizzy/stedyhands.

I suppose the lack of closure or a clear path is part of what makes me angry. I've made these observations, and now I've recorded them for posterity in this post, and it's all utterly pointless. The drama will last for as long as it does, season 2 will inspire new drama, and eventually the show will end and the fandom will shrink and the attention whores who get off on riling everyone up will move on to bigger fandoms. New middle school cafeterias. And I will continue to be worried that my chaotic neutral (or serious neutral) izzyposting will get me harassed or worse.

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nicoleheichou · 3 years

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Now All I See Is Color - chapter 4: friends?

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In a world where soulmates exist, it's uncommon for most people to find theirs. A lot of them going their whole lives never experiencing the world in color because they've never met their soulmate. But that all changes for y/n when she becomes MSBY Jackals player, Miya Atsumu's assistant. They're about to experience the world in color together. But what does that mean for y/n when both her and Atsumu are in committed relationships?

You find yourself in the blonde's car, unsurprisingly it was just as flashy as he was. "So what do I have on my schedule for today?" He questions while starting the car. You glance at your tablet that had been provided to you by his agent, his schedule for the rest of the month already programmed into the calendar.

"You have a local sports radio interview at 3. And then you're free for the rest of the day." You reply while glancing at the clock at the top of the screen. You give him the details and go over the questions they sent over to help him be prepared for the interview. "So yer saying we have 3 hours to ourselves? Perfect."

He didn't really care for the questions rather he wanted to talk and get to know you. The car ride was silent for the most part, with the occasional gasp from you or him whenever you saw a color that you hadn't seen yet. It was nice being able to share this new experience with someone, you knew you weren't alone and that helped you cope with your current situation.

"Y/n?" You glance over to see him looking at you through his peripheral. "Yes, Miya-san?" You turn your attention back to the road, noticing just how different everything looks now, the shops, the streets, the signs, it was like you were seeing everything for the first time. "Call me Atsumu. I think with everything we know now, we can drop the formalities." He tells you while shooting you a smile.

Was that alright? Wouldn't it be best to keep things formal between the two of you? You were conflicted, unsure if that was the right choice, but you nodded your head anyway. "What's yer favorite color that we've seen so far?" You put a finger to your chin, thinking of all the colors you've seen in the last few hours. You glance out the window until you finally look up. "The sky. I could stare at it all day. Just imagining myself laying on a blanket, staring up at the sky, watching the clouds go by, it's just so beautiful." You look over at the male, who's focused on the road, but nodding along to your words.

"What about you Mi--Atsumu? What's your favorite color we've seen so far?" It felt odd calling your employer by his first name even if he was your soulmate. "Easy. Yer eyes. There's just something so mesmerizing when I look into yer eyes. The other colors can't compare." You can't help but feel the heat rushing to your face, how can he say something like that with no hint of shame? You raise a hand to your cheek, hoping to try and cover up the blush appearing on your face. How can he just say something like that so calmly? Is he like this with everyone?

You finally arrive at the restaurant, it was nothing flashy, a hole in the wall spot, definitely a place where you could relax and not have to worry about people staring at you. "I hope ya don't mind. I was craving some ramen." He leads you to the entrance, holding the door open for you. "Ladies first." He says with a grin which causes you to roll your eyes. You haven't said much to each other, but there was a sort of comfortableness between the both of you. Was that one of the perks of a soulmate bond?

You take a seat at the table farthest away from other customers, not wanting them to hear the conversation you were about to have. Turns out Atsumu was a regular at this restaurant, so he knew the best things to order. He orders for the both of you and while you wait for your orders you finally decide to talk about the big grey elephant in the room. He leans forward, motioning for you to do the same. "Would ya ever think of giving the both of us a shot?" He whispers, jumping right into the question. You look around, making sure no one is listening, which they weren't, but you did get a few stares from people. "Atsumu...you're in a relationship. I'm in a relationship. We can't just break up with them in hopes that we'll work. Plus, we've only known each other a few hours."

He lets out a sigh but nods in understanding. "How about we start off as friends then? And if at any point we feel like it might lead to something more...we break up with our significant others and give us a try." You don't see anything wrong with his proposition, but a part of you is scared of what could happen. You're scared that you could actually fall for him and end up hurting Suna, and with the stories you've heard about soulmate bonds, they were very likely. "Before I even think of agreeing to this, we need to tell our partners about this. You need to promise me that you'll tell your girlfriend and I'll tell Suna. I want to know how Suna feels about this."

He leans back into his chair. "Ya really love Suna, huh?" You smile at the thought of your boyfriend and what he's probably doing at this moment, which was probably making fun of Komori in practice, which usually involved taking videos of him and saving them for later for blackmail purposes. Of course you love him, that's why you can't help but feel a tinge of guilt for being out with Atsumu who just so happens to be your boss AND soulmate, without Suna knowing, even if you were still on the clock. "I do. And do you love Mika-san?" He just nods, not really vocalizing how he feels for her. Your food arrives and it's silent for a bit while you both enjoy your food.

"Ya need to try this." Atsumu says while shoving his chopsticks in your face, against your better judgment you take a bite out of the meat he offers you and your eyes immediately go wide. "Good, right?" You take another bite out of the meat before he can take it back which causes him to chuckle. "Next time we'll order some just for ya."

The rest of the time is spent with the two of you just laughing and joking around. He told you a lot of stories of him in high school and embarrassing stories about your boyfriend, you made a mental note to bring those up later, already picturing his reactions. The more you talked, the more it felt like the two of you had known each other your whole lives, you found yourself enjoying your time with the blonde.

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a/n: sorry. more writing in this one. lol. I did my best. 🥴 once we get all the explanations out of the way it'll mostly be smau. lol.

suna def has lots of videos of komori doing embarrassing things. suna has blackmail material on everyone. lmao.

hinata & sakusa had to promise to take bokuto out for ramen so that he wouldn't get sad. lol.

timestamps don't matter ever unless i say so. lol

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ghoulishhusband · 3 years

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I just realized I can actually talk here. Like this is my account fuck u

Fucking uhhhhhh, hi ig lemme ramble abt my God ocs yea?

Ignore this part if you don't wanna hear (likely) unedited rambles lol it doesn't matter

CW: neglect/abuse, assholery/narcissism, manipulation, tread lightly!

read the under cut owo

Also don't steal my art I'll fucking?? Fight you????

I have three main gods that I wanna talk abt especially bc they've been on my mind lately.. Less get it, side notes are in (parentheses) and are bolded cause I have perception issues whoo I don't want it to jumble together is my point lol

First up is my asshole,

Giodine

they/them (preferred)

god/godself (i like pronouns that fit my characters, so I'm giving a bunch away for one night only at--)

ID : Giodine is colored with gold-ish yellow skin and ginger hair. Their eyes are a muted purple and they have tiny eyebrows. Their lips are a muted brown and are full looking, their nose is sharp and points down. They have wings for ears and is wearing a blazer with a long-sleeved, collared shirt underneath it. The background is beige with a yellow square and a dark purple square partially encompassing it. It is signed GH (for ghoulish husband), Spork, 21.

(lemme know if that helps at all! I'm sure I can do better so lemme know!)

If they look weird here it's bc I accidentally made their face too long but believe it or not this is in fact just a doodle Ik I'm so fuckin talented babes.

Anyways, they're basically the first God to ever exist on my version of earth (though even that is fickle rn, world-building is hard unless I hyper-focus on it, and haha Guess What I Haven't Been Thinking About) and they're very egotistical and selfish. As I'll probably yap about later is how they're manipulative as well, especially to another God I'll mention, and very neglectful to the other... other one.

Their partner(professionally), or fiend as they call him, is sam who for the first few eons was, unsurprisingly, absolutely terrible to him. A few tender moments are few and far in between in what could only be described as a completely rancid relationship. I'll describe giodine's side and in sam's lil ramble, I'll describe his :]

I have to explain this because it's a big part of the lore and how they can't work together, even when one of them is very much near The Void (technical death for gods) BUT basically, with Sam, giodine created purgatory. The issue here is that they basically seduced sam into doing it. Well, even if they hadn't, sam was in lesbians(happy pride month lmao) with giodine and would've done it anyway. But the ISSUE is that with the creation of purgatory came complications. See, my gods have to take time to develop into their power, and considering giodine was first and sam was around 666th.. you see the issue. Sam wasn't into his complete power yet and thus lost a giant part of it that went into purg.

See, giodine saw no problem with this (until much later, they do get a VERY SLOW BURN redemption arc cause this ain't even the worst of it), they got what they were aching for out of them and thusly had no need for..sam. They laid him in the spot where she was made (fwi it isn't inherently sexual, it can be, but literally, they just merged together-- taking bits and pieces of each other (which sam did not have enough of) and earth and light yadda, yadda I'll post the story I wrote for that later if I'm up to it) and left him there in the grass.

Again, they saw no problem with that, the deed was done, they didn't care anymore. A common issue in their qualms, sam and Giodine. They did find an issue in Sam finding an issue in the lack of aftercare, which resorted to any message going to or coming from sam going straight to his assistant and going back through them for a couple of thousand years. They found that infuriating-- how could he not face them over something so small! and for years?! it was ridiculous. After forcing a face-to-face meeting, a heated proclaim of hurt from sam, and a bitter agreement to meet up every now and again, they got what they wanted from him. Again. It was a business after all, there was no point in making it harder than it needed to be.

Giodine doesn't necessarily like boundaries and tends to overstep sam's frequently. They also don't like his reaction to his boundaries being long jumped over, which thusly ends up in disgruntled messages being sent back and forth between them and his assistant for a month or three. It slowly gets through to them, but they tend to say some stupid shit and if they want sam to stay, they have to try and avoid mentioning how "overly sensitive" he is to something that happened eons ago.

(quick mention, there isn't like. time. here. so in all honesty, giodine probably counted earth days instead of Heaven 'days' to get that) Soon into their arrangements to meet, they seem to get on at least tolerable terms, obviously, a few meetings where neither of them feels like going apeshit and taking proper shapeless (or in sams case, he's got a newfound form for ANGER OO just for giodine 🤗) forms isn't going to fix a grudge that has yet to be apologized for by the way. But it's a start to a very long process down the road. Tolerance.

Giodine as an entity is very fickle and rude and demanding. They tend to have a short temper that no one else is allowed to have or comment on-- They were the first therefore they were the most important!

This is very obviously an issue. But it's mostly directed to purgatory. Almost all of their seething rage is pointed towards the poor entity, she's barely been alive yet and they already seem to hate her for things she doesn't know how to do. Honestly, I don't think Purg will ever fully forgive them for the unnecessary abuse of her character, but just as Sam and Giodine get on better terms, they had barely just begun fixing the hole in their relationship. As of now, Sam/Giodine don't have any minor plot points with purgatory other than the major one so I don't have a lot to say about their relationship right now. Maybe one day.

I'd go into details, seriously, but I just wanna ramble about their relationships with each other and their impact on each other's existence. Hope you don't mind a few secrets 😉

But, now, it's time for a new God, one I think most people take a liking to...

Sam (Samuel)

He/him

ID: Sam is surrounded by clouds in the light blue, fading to a darker blue sky and the yellow sun. His horns are a darker beige, which is being highlighted by the sun shining down on him, he also has pointed ears. His skin is red which is very prominent in the sun. His eyes are completely yellow, his hair, beard and mustache are also black. He has an orange scar crawling up to his Adams apple. His wings are a darker grey which is also being highlighted by the sun. His nails are painted black and his hand is holding up the black fabric barely covering his shoulders. Around the painting is a gold and red shaded frame with swirls complimenting each side and a crystal at the bottom of it. It is lightly signed GH, for ghoulish husband.

Sam, Sam, Samuel.

If you don't realize right away, Sam is basically Satan, he's the ruler of hell

Like how giodine was the first to appear on earth, as mentioned before sam was 666th for funnie reasons. Sam was made from bugs, dried blood, and sunlight which sounds pretty gross, but he's far from it. He's a silly, yet neat, guy. He wears Hawaiian shirts and khakis (not around giodine lmao) for cryin' out loud! how bad of a person can he be? Apparently to giodine (for a while obviously) he was the most retched entity to exist. This very much hurt him considering the amount of fake care they showed him before. With a mixture of confusing feelings (which wasn't supposed to be a thing but Univerce went "lmao you'll be fine" and left... short explanation, Univerce is the Universe and is the entity who simply builds these planets and gods that'll appear there and leave them to their own devices, xyr not extremely important in this story. Nor would they care.) and feeling used, he decided that no he wasn't going to take that.

If there is one thing Sam knows how to do is to self preserve himself, even if that means getting passive-aggressive notes sent to him every once in a while. While this period, Sam was surprisingly the least productive (unfortunately giodine knew this and eventually mentioned it in one of their meetings which made him hide away cause like hell giodine was going to be critical of /him/) but he managed. It wasn't terrible, but unfortunately, Sam being able to talk it out with someone who does practically the same work as he does and gets newer, more helpful ideas was better in the long run.

Unsurprisingly, Sam was the first to initiate the healing of his and giodine's relationship but it wasn't reciprocated. Who would've figured, aye? Giodine kept pushing it back onto him and ignoring any progress that could've been made before. Which was frustrating.

The painting above was 'painted' by giodine, which is sorta where their relationship gets somewhat on an understanding of each other. Giodine gets to take a deep long look into who Sam is and tries to express it but it never fit him, it makes them realize that they never really-- truly got to know him. And all it does for Sam is make him even more confused about his place in giodine’s mind. He figured it's another fluke to get him to do something, so he ends up distancing himself when they start actually reciprocating his friendship advancements.

Suddenly, like a flash, Sam was forced to stay with giodine which is where the majority. I'll explain.

Sam...isn't actually the ruler of hell. Anymore, anyways depending on the timeline. His and purgatory's relationship has always been complicated, she always avoided him, and when they talked she always seemed scared of him. So in the end, they've never been close. Distant. Sam always wanted to talk to her, he made her, but if she didn't want to talk to him he wouldn't force it. But imagine his surprise as Purg singlehandedly took over hell in a hazed frenzy.

And not only that, had a personal vendetta against him!

Well, that would be the only explanation to Sam considering how he ended up broken and barely 'alive' at the hands of her. Horns broken and in tatters, pain and almost obliterated it felt like a hate crime. He didn't know what to do when he made it to the office, Purgatory was creating chaos outside his door and barely being able to breathe he felt like it was the end. So he called giodine.

Purgatory

She/her

ID: Purgatory is surrounded by flowers that are dark grey and white. The light fades down into a dark green. The light shines down on top of her straight, white hair that has yellow flowers tucked into it. Her skin is a dark brown and has a orange-ish yellow scar on her shoulder trailing up to her neck. Her skin is also highlighted by the sun. In one of her eyes, her sclera is black with an orangey, glowing iris. As for the other eye it it has a white sclera and the same, glowing orange iris. She has wings for ears, one dark grey and one white along with beige horns. She has a white fabric covering her chest. The frame is gold with white accents, but also has vines and moss crawling up the side.

(may have goofed a bit and forgot to color the sclera of her other eye white but ignore that pls)

Purgatory was made by Sam and Giodine, but to her it felt like a mistake. Why make someone that you’re going to be terrible to, she believed. Giodine seemed to hate her and eventually made her section almost obsolete because she simply wasn’t able to keep up with the backlog that she wasn’t taught to deal with. Not only that, she didn’t have any help with any of it, it was almost like she was expected to just do it on her own. Until Death came along to help, but that’s not what we’re going to be talking about right now.

And also, Purgatory is Purgatory yadda, yadda, I wont insult your intelligence.

Giodine’s thought process (other than wanting to be Real Close to Sam and once that thought filtered out, promptly ignored it) was that all the extras that don’t fit in either category of their thought of good and evil they’d go to her. (doesn’t matter cause in Sam's system it filters through ‘levels of assholery’ and depending on how bad you are you either just vibe in the upper city under rule of capitalism and possibly many under paying jobs or being actually tortured for his amusement if you’re just evil. Morally grey. Anyway, it could work p well in heaven if giodine wasn’t such a damn stickler.) But in the end, every day, less and less people ended up in purgatory, leaving her with barely any people and more verbal abuse from giodine who ‘HAS to take them or they would be more dead than they already are’. You see the pain she has to go through, right?

~Idea section, this is probably not canon anyways so dont take it serious~

My thought is that another oc (BA, you may have heard of him idk) takes over simply because Purg took multiple hims from alternative timelines (which isn’t allowed but what’re they gonna do, undead a dead clown? multiple times from multiple timelines???)) because she adored him and they figured ‘well we gotta redo purgatory may as well do it like this’ and make him a demi-dead-god. i think thats a cool idea right? anyhoo

~Idea section over uwu~

Purgatory overall is a fairly timid character, she doesn’t like conflict, is easily overwhelmed, and generally keeps to herself. She doesn’t see the point in being in any drama if she’s just going to be yelled at and scolded even if it’s not about her. The only way i could describe her taking over hell is this:

She was tired. She was angry and after feeling like nothing was in control or in her hands, she snapped. Why doesn’t she get anything or get to be ‘all powerful’ but they do? She knew if she took on Giodine she’d likely get thrown to the void, but sam? He felt fair game. Considering her fear of both of these gods, she planned and got her courage up to take him over. She had considered negotiations but in the end, she ended up going into a haze and ruining everything in sight. She was more powerful than she thought and once she started, she didn't stop until Death restrained her and Sam was already in pieces at God’s doorstep.

The aftermath was fuzzy for her and for everyone really. Godine was planning a take back hell while actually worrying for sam, sam was planning for a retirement, and she was being consoled while trying to get in contact with sam to apologize. Giodine wouldn’t dare let her talk to him, until she just showed up in their office. She didn’t have a problem with Sam, honest, she just was going to take shit over, but it got out of control.

Spoiler, Sam took her apology and they actually became.. somewhat closer after reaching an understanding.

I wanna say that giodine took them being okay and sam retiring as good as sam did about purg running hell, but they didn’t. Giodine and purgatory actually barely got along in the first place, and only begun ‘working’ on their bitterness toward each other because they both had sam to encourage it. I can’t say for certain if they’ll get better, as theyre both undying and have time, but I’ll just say for now its uncertain.

Also, Death is Purgatory’s girlfriend after all of that lmao.

And.. yeah, i hope this makes sense and that you like my drawings and ramblings about my lil story in my head, i guess this is my way to develop it without just keeping it to myself cause god forbid i keep things to myself hshsh. If you made it to the end, thank you for taking the time to read and attempting to process everything, and even if you didnt read and just looked to look at my art thank you to!!

I may post some art over on @ghoulishhusbandart cause.. it was my art account before i completely forgot about it but i might reboot it! But if you wan art NEOWWW follow me on insta (ik cringe lmaoo) by the same name as this account @ghoulishhusband or just click that insta link! also ignore the fact that giodine is the only one without a portrait, maybe I’ll replace it the next time i draw but im graduating on monday and my dad’s coming TOMORROW?? so i won’t have too much time to do it... but i hope you like my art anyways :]

ok!! ty!! ily!!

#ghoulishrambles #ghoulishsporkocs #man this is weird lmaoooooo #THE CUT DIDNT CUT IM SORRY #Man I should've edited this before ppl could see it I'm so sorry if it's a mess shshhs #I keep adding tags bc I have more to say but I wanna pin this but I don't wanna remove that Palestine post just for my ramble so #I'll just reblog it every once in a while

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one-boring-person · 4 years

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Only Traitors Consort With The Damned. (Part Seven)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: mentions of death

Context: (Y/n) has to go into hiding, or has to face the consequences.

A/N: I suck at descriptions 😅😅

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For a moment, none of us move, my words ringing around the expanse of the cave ominously, my fate sealed in them as they have been since I pulled the trigger, a dull sense of finality and resignation setting into me. Grimly, I let my eyes roam over their shocked and confused faces once more before turning to leave again, adjusting my grip on my rucksack strap as I do so, preparing myself for a long walk, aware that whilst it may be the slowest way of moving around, it is the most discreet, soemthing which is in my best interest. As I go to take a step, however, I feel a sudden cold hand on my arm, stopping me from moving simply from the unexpectedness of it.

"Where are you going?" David's voice is low in my ears as he turns me around to face him again, his blue eyes still a little hesitant, though his grip is light and careful.

I shrug dismissively.

"I don't know. Anywhere and nowhere." I laugh bitterly, "I just need to hide."

"Why can't you stay here?" Marko calls out from the interior, my eyes briefly meeting with his.

"They'd find me instantly. Elijah knows where I live, remember?"

"No, that's not what I meant. Why can't you stay here?"

"What, here? In the cave?" I question, surprised by the indirect offer.

"Yeah, why not? You'd be safe, it's not like he knows where we live." The blonde reasons, only shutting up when he receives a sharp glance from David.

Speechless, I look back to the leader. He stares at me in response, as if contemplating something, icy eyes regarding me in an odd manner whilst he does this.

"No, but they're very good at finding people. I'm not safe anywhere, not whilst I'm alive." I explain to them, "I'd rather not put you guys in danger any more than I already have. I should've moved on months ago and left you alone. As it is, I've probably got you all on the Most Wanted list because I was too stupid, so I don't think it's such a great idea if I stay here."

"I'm glad you didn't move on. I'm pretty sure we'd have been caught by now if it wasn't for you - you SRS Hunters are getting better at your jobs." Dwayne chips in, dark eyes appraising me thankfully as David subtly manages to lead me back into the cave, his grip pulling me into the confines.

"It's because of me you're probably gonna get caught." I scoff sourly, letting the vampire lead me inside with no complaint.

"We won't get caught." Marko assures me, but I know full well he can't promise that.

Sighing, I allow myself to be led to the sofa, where I'm sat down beside Paul, my rucksack falling to the floor as a sudden fatigue sets in. Slumping back into the soft surface, I bite my lip and remove the gun from the holster at my belt, ignoring the vampires' hiss of warning as I shove it into my bag, trying to prove that I won't use it on them, doing my best to relax my muscles and mind. Unsurprisingly, the tensions only grow, my head starting to hurt a little as I think over what I need to do.

"Stay here, (Y/n). You'll be hidden enough until you've figured something out." David prompts me from his place on his wheelchair, the platinum blonde watching me closely as I meet his gaze.

"Are you sure? I really don't want to get you guys killed."

"We're sure, (Y/n). We owe you anyway after helping us out with so many other Hunters." Dwayne says, smiling at me.

"Oh come on, you don't owe me anything, I only helped you because you're my..." my voice trails off as I realise what I'm about to say, knowing now that this is what my downfall was created by.

"We're your what?" Paul asks, smirking slightly as he shuffles closer to me, slinging an arm over my shoulders.

"You're my friends." I blush at the proximity, finding it to be comforting in my current state of mind.

"Aw, thanks (Y/n)!" The previously shaken vampire grins at me, happy to hear the words leave my mouth.

I shoot him a quick, tired smile, before I start removing the rest of my weapons, stashing them in my rucksack; all except my knife, which I keep at my hip as a safety precaution. It won't kill vampires, but it will hurt them.

"So why exactly do they want to kill you? Just because you're friends with the enemy?" David interjects after a few minutes, leaning forward in his chair.

Making eye contact with him, I sigh, sitting back in my own seat as I tell them the basic premise of why I'm doomed.

"Well, before joining the SRS, you have to give this oath which says you'll never side with the supernatural over a fellow human, and that you'll never compromise a mission because of your feelings. Tonight, I broke both of these rules, so would theoretically be arrested and relieved of my duties, where I'd be left to rot in some manky prison for the rest of my life, but I also broke the biggest, most important rule of all. I nearly killed another Hunter, which is an offense punishable by death for us. Normally, there'd be someone else on site to take care of the problem execution-style, but as there were only two of us, and so no one else to carry it out, I'll be hunted down and killed as soon as they find me. It's hopeless to run, but I'm not really one for accepting defeat, so I'll give it my best shot." I explain, watching their expressions change accordingly.

After I've finished, there's a momentary pause, in which none of them say anything, just thinking over what they've been told, trying to formulate their own ideas of what could happen to me.

"So they're gonna send someone after you?" Paul finally speaks up, looking at me questioningly.

"They'll send a Clean-up Team to take care of me." I clarify, rubbing my temple.

"A Clean-up Team?" Marko lifts an eyebrow.

"A group of highly skilled agents who specialise in killing Hunters, as opposed to killing creatures."

"They have those?! " Paul exclaims in disbelief.

"Yeah, they do. Before this happened, I was on my way to becoming one of them." A sigh leaves me at the thought.

"Really? Why?" Dwayne chimes in, looking slightly confused by my words.

I shrug at him.

"I know how Hunters work, which gives me an edge in outsmarting them, and I was getting bored of this work until I moved here."

"Fair enough." The brunette nods, eyeing my rucksack with trepidation as he notices the holy water grenades stuck in the drink holders.

A sudden yawn leaves me, my body trying to tell me it needs some sleep, my eyelids starting to droop a little.

"You look pretty tired, (Y/n)." Paul points out, all of them having picked up on my not-so-subtle hints.

"Well spotted." I reply, sending him a tired smile to show I mean no offense.

"Where do you wanna sleep?" Marko inquires, picking up my rucksack for me as Dwayne moves to try and lift me, only to stop when I gently wave him away and sit upright again.

"Wherever's easiest. I'm just grateful you're putting me up at all."

"There's an old spare bedroom just past the collapsed hall, over there. You could use that? It's got a functional bed." David reveals, getting up to lead the way.

Wordlessly, I follow him through a rundown corridor, the ceiling having fallen through decades before, and into a small room, where there is a surprisingly clean bed, as if they were expecting visitors.

At my expression, David chuckles.

"We always keep a room ready in case we ever bring someone home." The vampire clarifies, smirking at my reaction.

"Oh, well, fair enough. Thank you for letting me use it, David. I feel terrible for putting you boys in this position." I say to him, watching as Marko walks in and places my rucksack down on the floor by the bed, the blonde vampire shooting me a grin as he leaves again.

"Don't. We owe you enough as it is, and I won't hear anything on the contrary." He silences me with a stern look, "If you need us, just yell as loudly as you can. One of us will hear you."

With those words, he exits the room, leaving me alone in the dimly lit room with my thoughts. Going to the bed, I collapse onto it and try to relax, only to work myself up even more as my mind continues to race on.

Sighing, I settle down for a sleepless rest.

Part Eight

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