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fbdo1986 · 4 years

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i would b really happy if you just wanted to answer all of them for cam

!!!! hehe anon that would ABSOLUTELY make me happy too! i’ll answer all the ones i haven’t already!

- well, because fbdo exists in the 80s i’m gonna change this to be either his 2-4 favorite songs or songs on any mixtapes he might have. the absolute staples of cameron’s music taste include: dancing with myself by generation x, surrender by cheap trick, and you can’t hold on too long by the cars

- i think the one place cam can fall asleep where he isn’t supposed to is at school. i think as senior year starts wearing down cameron always has a lot on his mind when he’s supposed to be sleeping at night, but that causes him to not get a lot of sleep. so he’s probably perpetually tired during the school day, and whenever there’s a quiet moment he’s about three seconds from a snooze. (i think it happens most often when he, ferris, and sloane study or hang out (cause of course you dont always end up studying when you plan a study session) in the library after school.) ferris and sloane joke that he doesn’t need the time to study anyway, so they let him rest and quietly brainstorm among themselves a plan or two to make sure that cam starts getting enough sleep.

- answered here!

- also answered!

- oh, i think cameron’s kinda similar to how he is normally? he’s not exactly the most enthusiastic person ever anyway, but aside from more physical signs that clue fer and sloane in like his slumped shoulders and a generally tired expression, he’s a bit more reserved in speech and is pretty spaced-out. (listen, cameron’s a sweetheart no matter what). it makes them laugh, because they can easily tell when he’s tired by quizzing him on things they’re certain he knows the answer to and him not immediately jumping to answer, or they say outlandish shit that they know he’d pay attention to otherwise and instead he simply nods or mumbles affirmative responses.

- i think cameron likes to drink tea!

- it’s sorta hard for cam to deal with stuff because he’s never had a consistent outlet for his emotions, but he tries his best! this includes: getting comfortable! cam likes wearing big, cozy sweaters or wrapping a big blanket around himself when he needs a bit of a pick me up. i think he also likes listening to music, especially upbeat stuff when he needs more energy, and makes himself a big mug of tea. if he wants to be distracted, chances are he’ll revisit one of his favorite books and immediately start to reread it, or he’ll cave and call ferris to shoot the shit with him for a bit or ask if he can hang out with them. if it’s heavy stuff (involving them, especially) he’s not going to want to bother with telling them, but usually fer and sloane make good outlets for when he’s in a funk. they’re really good at giving him advice, and of course are the ultimate distracters from a bad feeling. occasionally, though, cam will take himself on an outing, like going to a museum or seeing a movie by himself. it’s not as fun as being with ferris and sloane, but if things get bad it’s a good way to snap himself out of his thoughts. he’ll invite jeanie occasionally too, if she’s not busy.

- this one really fascinates me, because i don’t really have an answer. personally, i think cam’s parents have sorta discouraged any real self-expression he had from a very young age, unfortunately. however, i do think some things that cam was always interested him stuck out to him, so he played around with the idea of being a geologist and a poet for a while.

- i think cam likes rainy and windy days best! he doesn’t mind storms if he’s inside, but he likes slightly chillier days with more clouds in the sky, and doesn’t mind being out in the rain.

- ehehe i have thoughts!!! i touch on this in one of my wips, but i think cameron has a really sweet singing voice. it’s not like, professionally trained or anything but it’s very pleasant to listen to. i don’t know all that much about music (i quit learning a musical instrument in the sixth grade and i have yet to pick up the bass guitar like i wanted) anymore, but i think he’d be a tenor or baritone? i mean his placement doesn’t really mean all that much to me, but i think cam enjoys humming to himself (his voice is really nice so ferris and sloane never bother to discourage him), but he rarely ever sings to himself. he only really sings to himself when it’s a song he really enjoys, and even then it’s a bit under his breath. they can’t coax him to sing fully like how they want, but they always feel lucky when they get to hear it. (again you didn’t ask but i think sloane also has a really nice singing voice, i think she did something cute like choir or theatre growing up so she’s unafraid to go for it when singing along to the radio. it’s cute, they tease her that she sounds better than the artist singing.)

- i don’t think cam is very good at art, so he really only sticks to doodling if there’s something very specific that catches his eye that he can try and copy. i’d like to think that instead, there are verses/lines of poetry that cameron writes in the margins of his notes or papers. (yes cameron writes poetry yes this is super dorky but also in character).

#thank you so so much anon!!! this made me so happy #cameron frye #fbdo rambles #i also wrote these w the mindset of the ot3 pre-relationship fyi!

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catattemptsart · 5 years

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NALU - Vampire/Demon Mate AU

A section of one of my WIP that I started and never finished hehe

Lucy was lying in bed, unable to sleep. One, because she was nervous for the date she had the next day, her fingers twisting the soft texture of her pillow while she gnawed at her lip to distract herself. But also because her hunger pains have been increasingly getting worse.

She never understood much about how her body worked. Her father refused to educate her on her body and species, which sucked ass. Lucy’s a kind soul. Even drinking donor blood made her guilty so she was desperate to find an alternative. She mostly taught herself how to deal with the pains, but in case of emergencies, Lucy found that oddly enough, ghost peppers of all things curved her hunger. She blushes when she remembers how she discovered her love for the burning treat.

At the time her hunger was blinding. Of course the pain came when Levy wandered off to find snacks. It was a sudden shock as she stumbled against the cereal boxes inside the grocery store, the dull thuds as the boxes were knocked down didn’t register in her ears as she tried to claim her normal state of mind back from the vicious creature inside of her. The vicious creature that chanted in her head on how absolutely ethereal it felt to have fresh blood flowing down your throat. How tempting it was to have one, small sip of the person rushing over to help her...

As Lucy fought with her mind she failed to fight with her body; it felt like an unknown entity was desperately clawing at her stomach, making her mind waver as her sanity drained bit by bit. Lucy was normally a fast thinker, but the sudden hunger skewed her usually bright mind. She did what she thought was the next best thing at the time to avoid hurting anyone there - eat everything in the store.

In the end, it was a good decision. She doesn’t know what would have happened if she left the store instead. Lucy quickly shoved the woman trying to help her in her desperation and ran to the fruit and vegetable aisle (since animal meat and blood is repulsive to her), shoving whatever she could in her mouth.

And that was how she came across the delicious taste of ghost peppers, and also how she got kicked out of the store and was told to never come back again.

A spike of pain shocks her system as Lucy grabs her stomach, curling in on herself as little spikes stab at her core. She just wants to know, why is this happening to me? Her eyes squeeze tightly shut as rogue tears spill out of her eyes.

Recently these pains have been very different. Usually, it’s a lasting, dull pain always at the back of her mind ever since she discovered ghost peppers. But starting yesterday it’s a repetitive pattern of sharp, stabbing pains that has her doubling over, gripping onto whatever is nearby to steady herself. Even her favourite treat can barely help her now.

Lucy’s mind gets hazy and suddenly, it feels like she can barely breathe. She needs to get out. To leave. To just go.

In the back of her mind, she knows how dangerous that would be. She’s never lost control before other than that time in the store. But despite that, she easily stumbles out of her home and crouches on her front lawn. Lucy gasps for breath, tangling her fingers in her hair and almost sobs as the pain comes again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck...” She chants under her breath. Why does this have to hurt so bad?!

She can only breathe a little better after leaving her home and has the sudden urge to just move. To do anything to get rid of the pain. She needed help. That’s right. Her muddled mind was able to gather that much together. Help. Somebody help.

She uses her speed to go to the closest place she knew from here. Gajeel’s.

Her vision becomes almost pixelated, a haze of blurry and black spots. She uses her inhuman speed and doesn’t even notice when her body gives out, staring at Gajeel’s apartment in defeat as it blurs in front of her.

Huh, she thinks. That’s odd. Why is everything tilting?

Before she reaches the ground, her head and vision wobbles as she faintly recognizes someone catching her. A wonderful scent washes over her dazed form and all her senses heighten. The smell emitted from whoever it was, was like ghost peppers, but better. Spicy, woodsy, a sweet campfire that she can almost taste. She didn’t understand it, she barely understood if how she described the smell made sense, but she knew her body craved whatever it was.

Lucy wasn’t even aware when she threw the body that saved her onto the ground, and without any hesitation, instinctively dug her sharpened teeth into the person’s neck, pinning the broad shoulders of someone to the ground that tasted absolutely divine.

It was like a whole new world opened up to her. Her vision got clearer than it was ever before, her body gained the strength it hadn’t experienced in years. She could only describe it as feeling healthy.

A wonderful, unique, spicy taste flows through her mouth, flows through her entire being. The smell, the taste, the touch, everything, made her let out a low moan deep in her throat.

This is what heaven is.

She vaguely recognizes someone’s hands gripping her wild, blonde hair, tight in their hold as her fangs continue to suck the life force out of them. Neither pulling her away nor pushing her closer. The rough hands latch onto her like a lifeline.

Lucy gulps and gulps, her body cheering at her as she replenishes herself with what she has been lacking for years. As her mind begins to clear, she quickly realizes that not only was the taste amazing, but the zinging feeling of her body pressed against someone else’s was even more addicting.

Everything felt right. Everything was perfect.

Finally, as Lucy feels a droplet trickle down her chin, her mind is coherent enough to start imposing her normal thoughts and worries. Who exactly was she drinking? Her eyes widen. Oh gosh, please don’t be a human! Lucy wrenches herself away, breathing heavily as her body hums alight. With each intake of air, her body brushes against the strangers, sending even more delectable zings through her.

She wipes the stray droplet of blood, right before realizing how utterly exhausted she was for enduring her hunger for years, and her weakened limbs awkwardly slump on her victim’s body. Lucy attempts to will her eyes open as her ear rests on the warm chest, hearing the steady thumping of the person’s heartbeat. Her eyes register her victim’s broad shoulders and she assumes he’s a man. He’s breathing heavily as well, equally as confused but not nearly as exhausted, which brings relief to Lucy that he’s alive. She wouldn’t know what to do if she ended up hurting, or even killing, a stranger.

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The man’s eyes crack open slowly, feeling his eyes adjust to the darkness around him. The scenery of the dark night and the quivering leaves of the trees above lights up as his eyes switch to night vision. He stares at the girl that drained him dry ontop of his body, blonde hair still tangled in his right hand as she simply lays on his chest.

He flicks his head back to move his salmon hair from his eyes, wincing at the ache in his throat that was swiftly healing, smirking with mischief as he feels the same zings through his body.

“Ya’ know, you’re lucky I’m a demon. What kinda weirdo goes and drains their mate, who they just met, dry?”

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Thank you if you end up reading this far!

Also if you’re interested in my other works, I’m euphine on fanfic.net and AO3 hehe

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