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weirdowithaquill · 1 year

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WIP Game:

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS. (... I do not know this many people)

Thank you @jobey-wan-kenobi for tagging me in - here's my best attempt to categorise the various inane WIP pieces I have floating about. Oh, and cause I'm a multi-fandom writer, the fandom is at the end of the title.

Edit: Alright, so now I'm sort of using this as a check-off list for things I've written. Things people ask about generally get more progress done on them - so ask about what you want to read!

1: Jinty, Pug and the Ffarquhar Branch Engines (RWS) 2: Bowler the Redeemed Engine (RWS) 3: Arry the Churlish Engine (RWS) 4: Murdoch the Mighty Engine (RWS) 5: Seaside Engines (RWS) 6: Duncan the Disagreeable Engine (RWS) 7: Sir Topham Hatt and his Engines (RWS) 8: Ivo Hugh the Young Engine (RWS) 9: Arthur the Midland Engine (RWS) 10: Mixed-Traffic Engines (RWS) 11: Mid Sodor Engines (RWS) 12: The Caledonian Twin Engines (RWS) 13: Very Important Engines (RWS) 14: Silent Engine Bert Again (RWS) 15: Duke's and Duchess' Engines (RWS) 16: The 2004 Special: The World-Famous Engine (RWS) 17: Edward; a Requiem in Steam (RWS) 18: Mavis the Quarry Engine (RWS) 19: History of the Sodor Highland Railway (RWS) 20: The Island Song (RWS) 21: Five American Engines (RWS) 22: TATMR Horror Story (RWS) 23: The Reject Railway (RWS) 24: Tales From the Other Railway (RWS) 25: Tidmouth Train to Hell (RWS) 26: RWS/World Trigger Crossover (RWS, World Trigger)

27: Hyuse & The Iron Horse (World Trigger) 28: Crash-Course in Meeden (World Trigger)

29: In Orwell's World (Voltron) 30: Comfort Food (Voltron) 31: Pidge & Dr Strangelove (Voltron) 32: Keith and the Wolf (Voltron) 33: Grandma McClain and Adam Join the Voltron Crew (Voltron) 34: Planet Obscure (Voltron)

35: TDWT Rewrite (Total Drama) 36: Total Drama Grand Tour (Total Drama) 37: Pull Your Weight (Total Drama) 38: X-Treme Torture Rewrite (Total Drama) 39: A Night To Remember (Total Drama) 40: In the Hold (Total Drama) 41: Total Drama King Lear AU (Total Drama)

42: BirdFlash story (DC) 43: Jingle Bells, Nightwing Noel (DC) 44: Red Hood Reading Club (DC) 45: WikiHow Does Not Have An Article For That! (DC) 46: Manor on the Hill (DC) 47: Swear Jar (DC)

48: Malevolent Spirit (Saiki K) 49: When You Fall, I Will Pick You Up (Saiki K) 50: Dark Reunion's Anti-Love Ray (Saiki K) 51: Rome (Saiki K) 52: How to Win Over Saiki K, or a Rhapsody of a Man Not in Love (Saiki K) 53: Saiki K Europe Trip (Saiki K) 54: Kusuo's Christmas (Saiki K)

55: Jinrao (Naruto) 56: Obito, Father of the Jinchuuriki (Naruto) 57: Akatsuki Parents (Naruto) 58: Naruto & Nazis (Naruto) 59: Sakura Out-trains Everyone (Naruto) 60: Dogs Shouldn't Be This Hard! (Naruto) 61: Refuelling Shouldn't Be This Hard! (Naruto) 62: Work Shouldn't Be This Hard! (Naruto) 63: Barbeques Shouldn't Be This Hard! (Naruto) 64: Snorkelling Shouldn't Be This Hard! (Naruto) 65: Adoption Shouldn't Be This Hard! (Naruto) 66: Children Shouldn't Be This Hard! (Naruto) 67: KakaObi Regency Story Part 2 (Naruto) 68: Sasuke/Naruto Story (Naruto) 69: The Club (Naruto) 70: Atomic (Naruto) 71: Only Love Can Hurt Like This (Naruto) 72: The Railwayman AU (Naruto) 73: The Hidan Story (Naruto) 74: School Shenanigans (Naruto)

75: Just Ask Him Out Already! (Assassination Classroom) 76: AssClass Yearbook (Assassination Classroom) 77: The Theoretical Sequel to 'The Informant' (Assassination Classroom) 78: Lost in the Night (Assassination Classroom)

79: Britain in the AtLA World (Avatar; The Last Airbender) 80: Picture of Sokka of the Water Tribe (Avatar; The Last Airbender) 81: Night at the Fire Temple (Avatar; The Last Airbender) 82: Fast Car (Avatar; The Last Airbender)

83: Stay Away From Minnemeny Island (One Piece) 84: Kaoru and the German (Ouran High School Host Club) 85: Romantic Killer AU (Romantic Killer)

86: The White Elephant *The Sherlockverse* (Various)

Right... so that took way longer than expected. Originally, it all seemed fine - I have most of my things in a single, neat folder. And then I remembered I have a Microsoft Account... and a WordPad full of old fics... and several workbooks with their own things in them. I think I'm still missing one workbook, all truth be told!

@lswro2-222 @predawnrex04 and that's all the people I know who aren't @jobey-wan-kenobi

Edit 2: When I get down to like... 60 or something WIPs on here, I'm going to overhaul the list to take them off and put up the new ones. Until then, remember to ask about the WIPs you're most interested in!

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missbaphomet · 2 years

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What’s a “free speech absolutist”? Never heard the term before.

Free speech absolutism is the belief that the right of free speech should not be infringed upon in any case, even if it means that people say things that are distasteful. It is the belief that you have the right to say whatever you want without legal repercussions.

Yes, this includes racists and homophobes and other bigots, but this also includes political dissidents and activists. No one should have the right to prosecute you for your thoughts. (Besides, no one is immune to the court of public opinion).

If you would like a good example, feel free to look into the Markus Meechan/Nazi Pug incident.

For a crash course, he jokingly taught his pet pug Buddah the trick "shake" with the verbal command "seig heil" or "gas the jews" because he knew his girlfriend (now wife) would hate that. In the beginning of the video he blatantly states the following:

"My girlfriend is always ranting and raving about how cute and adorable her wee dog is so I thought I would turn him into the least cute thing I could think of, which is a Nazi."

He posted a video of this to YouTube in 2016 and was arrested for suspicion of breaking the 2003 communications act and was convicted in 2018. He was given a fine of £800, which he (rightfully IMO) refused to pay, which sparked a massive conversion about free speech in the UK.

This is important because the moment it becomes ok to prosecute people for what they say, no one is safe. Even the most milquetoast centrist with no strong political opinions could be arrested and charged.

#free speech is a human right #free speech absolutist #baph bleats #asks #free speech

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werewolf-cuddles · 6 years

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Mark “Count Dankula” Meechan has been found guilty of hate speech over his Nazi Pug shitpost.

This is fucking bullshit. A joke is not a fucking hate crime. I strongly disagree with the decision that the judge made on this.

#Count Dankula #Mark Meechan #nazi pug #free speech

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robint95 · 5 years

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Drew a quick Sketch of everbody's favorite Dog-Sitter Count Dankula. If you don't know who he is go check out his YouTube Channel https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC7SeFWZYFmsm1tqWxfuOTPQ … , his Absolute Mad Lads-Series alone is worth it! (Also he needs support due to YouTube’s recent demonetization-rage)

#Count Dankula #absolute mad lads #grossly offensive #fanart #artists on tumblr #watercolor #nazi pug #sketch #paint tool sai #drawing #scottish #youtube #youtuber #fan #mark meechan #edgy #free speech

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tursius · 6 years

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Daddy Dankula as seen from the perspectives different kinds of people...

#pixel art #pixel animation #free dankula #free speech #hate speech #grossly offensive #fun police #animation #satire #political #political cartoon #nazi pug #pug #cute animals #joke #dank memes

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datdiscoursetho · 6 years

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The “Nazi Pug” Situation

So I’m like super late to the party but I would like to say something about the “count dankula” fiasco.

Short version of the story: A comedian on YouTube was annoyed over his girlfriend’s dog, and made him into the “least cute thing [he] can think of…which is a Nazi.” He trained the dog to do the Nazi salute, filmed the dog “watching” one of Hitler’s speeches, and had the dog respond to him saying “Gas the Jews”

Yeah. I know.

Do I think that the joke was funny? Eh not really. It read to me as “edgy, middle school” humor that was in poor taste.

Do I feel that he should be criticized for it online? Kinda yeah. Why not?

Do I think that he should have been convicted for said shitty joke? Fuck no.

Why? Because freedom of speech is fucking important. I don’t agree that the joke was funny. However, being criticized online for a shitty joke vs actually being convicted irl for it are on 2 whole different levels. I don’t think most people that support this quite realize that. You are (or should be) allowed to say whatever you want, especially on the internet. You’ll still be criticized for it, sure. But at least you have the right to say it. Once it steps to actually getting arrested and convicted in the real world, that’s when it becomes a whole issue. For everyone.

And something else I want to address: If this can happen to him and if he does end up getting jail time for a shitty joke, this can happen to anyone.

Who’s to say it won’t happen to you? Yes you. The one reading this. If that’s what’s happening here, then you’re not safe either. Everyone’s freedom to express themselves will be on the line and that’s not something we should be advocating for. It all feels a bit Orwellian to me and I’m not down.

PS: I would like to point out that I’m only talking about jokes, opinions, etc. I do not include threats of violence as that is really shitty and not something to be taken lightly ever.

#sjw #text #allie has opinions #count dankula #nazi pug #ugh why are people like this #kinda long post #sorry for the rambles #figured i would add the last part to make sure no one would take my words out of context #of course this is tumblr #it will probably happen anyway #freedankula

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chojimaru · 6 years

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Imagine a country where raping children is ok but shitposting anti-nazi jokes send you to jail.

#britain #united kingdom #scotland #count dankula #the great nazi pug trial #battle of shitposts #shitposting #free speech #human rights

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binch-i-might-be · 2 years

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OKAY time to fucking freak out about Magnus Hirschfeld. the man the myth the legend. he's so cool oml

some ✨facts✨

born 14. 05. 1868 and died 14. 05. 1935

was a doctor of medicine and sexologist

in 1897 he co-founded the "Wirtschaftlich-humanitäres Komitee" (hhh economically humanitarian committee??), which was the first organisation worldwide with the goal to decriminalise sex acts between men

he had a song written about himself titled "Hirschfeldlied" (Hirschfeldsong) by a known comedian. it's about him walking around Berlin, coming across people who are just acting in completely normal ways, but immediately act the opposite way when they see him approach for fear he'll declare them unusual, out of the norm, and thus, well. gay lol

(for example: to make it especially ridiculous, the last verse is about a pug sitting in his owners lap at the park, uninterested in the other dogs and basically just wanting to cuddle, and when Hirschfeld walks past, the pug jumps up and chases around the other dogs because he's afraid he'll diagnose him with ""unusual"")

this song was explicitly making fun of homophobes and was also the first ever record related to homosexuality!

he used his influence to make transvestite passes possible

in 1910 he published his book "The Transvestites", thus coining the term!

he worked with the red cross during ww1 and treated prisoners of war

in 1919 he opened the world's first institute of sexology in Berlin!

oh and he was advocating for contraception and safe abortions :]

also in 1919, Hirschfeld worked as an advisor and actor with director Richard Oswald on the movie "Anders als die Anderen" ("different from the rest"), the first! gay! movie! he played essentially himself; a doctor explaining homosexuality is not an illness

in the early 1920s he met his first partner Karl Giese at a lecture, and in 1931 he met his second partner Li Shiu Tong. the three of them lived together until Hirschfeld's death in 1935 :)

this is him with both his partners :)

he had to leave germany in 1931 and never returned due to the rise of the nazi party

in 1933 his institute of sexology was plundered and destroyed as part of the nazi's book burning campaign

he left everything to his lovers after his death

one of his most well-known theories are the "teachings of sexual interstages" (loosely translated by yours truly, I'm very sorry lmao)

the very very simplified theory: every single person is a unique and inimitable combination of male and female traits. no one is the same.

it's separated into four categories: genitals, other characteristics of the body, libido, and other characteristics of the soul

there are 81 basic types of "gender mixes", according to this theory. so many genders we love to see it <3

also. there was a popular establishment for transvestites in berlin where drag queens would perform. Hirschfeld was known there as "Tante Magnolia" (aunt Magnolia). your fave could never

this was what kept me busy today!!! and who I was freaking out over earlier lmao. yeah this guy is very cool, I'd recommend reading up on him if you're interested in lgbtq history! :))

#hdhshsjsjsj vibrating :))#his wikipedia page does have a section titled eugenics but that's basically just debunking him being accused of supporting eugenics #i'm so excited to have learned about duch a huge part of german lgbtq history! something that wasn't just. nazis murdering us #magnus hirschfeld #history

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feminismisstillahatemovement · 2 years

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Just been hearing about Graham Linehan, creator of Father Ted, Black Books and The IT Crowd, having his life utterly destroyed by trans activists, essentially for just saying biological males are not women. They targeted his wife and family, leading to his divorce, have successfully pressured for the axing of the Father Ted musical, and left him unemployable.

A lot of folks on the net are gloating because in the past he took the "woke" side over Gamergate and Count Dankula's "Nazi Pug" trial, but he apparently saw the light about the last one, and if he and JK Rowling and whoever else "have it coming" because they had bad takes in the past, then every single person reading this "has it coming" too. The destruction of people's lives over Orwellian wrongthink is a much bigger issue than any individual's changing political stances, and an eye for an eye just leaves the whole world blind.

What a depressing nightmare this present world is, with Things That Cannot Possibly Be True being violently enforced by the state as mandatory positions for all, no dissenting opinions allowed anywhere in the public square, and masses of mindless sheep out there even celebrating such impossible conditions as "progress". If the madness of the present is not enough to wake them up out of their slumber, what will it actually TAKE? How much worse could it even GET before the average TV watcher says "enough is enough"?

#please don't answer that question #depressed enough

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led-monkey-viral-blog · 7 years

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seancekitsch · 3 years

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Powerplay: a Marko x Reader fic

part 3 of 3, previous part here

Warnings: harassment, vamp typical shit, cursing, death/killing, smut mentions, reference to the book

Marko was a good boyfriend, it turned out, except for when he wasn’t. You liked the sweet little kisses, the teasing way he snaps his jaw at you when you catch him staring, the way he holds you while you’re falling asleep even though he doesn’t have to.You like that he listens, more than your friends do. You rang another friend the other day, and were left waiting with the endless ringing again. You want to be upset, but they weren't as close as you were hoping they’d be. Your close friends were back in New York, three thousand miles and a year of working behind you. And they were Marko and his brothers now.

You love the way he keeps you safe, your protector being probably the deadliest thing you could encounter. You love the way he laughs, always joking and jovial. You always thought his smile hid a joke like some mystery, but now you're in on it too, and it's the funniest thing. There is no secret joke, just Marko seeing the world with eyes full of humor. He sees the little things, and now he shows them to you. You love the way you can speak without speaking. Silence followed by heavy laughter, kisses, and understanding.

You even love that week you were on your period and every night he ate you out until you screamed yourself hoarse.

“Marko,” you’d say, “lets ride.”

And he would obey, letting you hop on the back of his bike, always after work, always too fast. You'd like to imagine him crashing as the wind whips your hair, stings your face. What that would be like, huh. It's what you assume he feels like when he flies, free and wild in the night. He caters to your every whim, makes you feel the happiest, as long as the sun has set.

He was less a good boyfriend when he was hungry, brooding and refusing to get close to you. He would be irritable, pick fights, silent treatment. He would purposely leave you in silence, but he wouldn't ask for a taste, despite your offering. He respected you enough not to try that. Other times, he would make sure that you could hear every thought in his head. His thoughts sounded like shouts, always telling you to get the fuck away, always reminding you how vulnerable you were, how easy to kill you’d be. It's almost maddening. You never knew which nights he would be the silent ones, or which ones would be the loud ones.

“Marko,” you’d say, “This is just temporary.”

You don't even have to think the words for him to know what you mean. Or those moments during the day when it's highlighted just how different he was, would always be. He would always be twenty and handsome and having fun, with a guaranteed group of friends. With a family he belonged with. You would always age, you would have to find something else to do eventually, and you would probably have to leave Santa Carla, because he wouldn't. You could always bore him, with Marko one day realizing you can't keep up anymore. You would always be weaker, and no matter how often Marko puts you first, he always holds the power. You’re only the decision maker because he lets you be. He could always take that power back. Find someone new when you get old and he stays the same age. He will always be this way, and you will always change.

It's those nights you think of pulling away from him, and you hope he never hears those thoughts. You love him, but he’ll always say it's not temporary. It's not true.

You love Marko today.

The jingling of the bell snaps you from your thoughts, head rising only to be face to face with one of the surf nazis. Huh, guess the boys didn’t clear all of them out. This one was tall, a skinhead with an upturned pug-like nose, wearing a lot of denim with eyes alight with mayhem in his agenda. Oh, please don’t fucking break anything.

“Hey Baby,” he sneers. God, his voice was even worse than his looks and his smell.

“Not your baby,” you deadpan, wishing desperately for him and his friends to leave without stealing or breaking anything forcing a sickeningly sweet customer service tone, “But what can I help with?”

Maybe good customer service will get them in-and-out quicker.

“That hot little body of yours could help me out,” his tone is outright mocking. God, is this how dudes like these think they can pull? You can’t even hide your grimace as you flinch at the words. If there was anyone else, just one other person working tonight, this wouldn’t be happening. You know this. Working nights alone practically invited this brand of harassment.

fuckfuckfuck. It’s way too early for Marko to be sniffing around, and if you can get them to leave the next four hours of your shift will be miserable. The man laughs, and it makes your blood run cold. He leans over the counter, past the little curtain of incense haze; breaching your only barrier of safety.

“I bet it could. Couldn’t it, baby?”

His large arms press against the glass of the counter and your eyes immediately flicker from them to the back room, where your knife is. He straightens up.

“Cat got your tongue?”

You frown, meeting his eyes now.

“Do you plan on buying anything we sell?” The Bauhaus record you have playing over the speaker skips, and you almost jump. It's just enough to break the tension, the rising bile in your throat clearing.

“I come in here for you, girlie,” and he affirms what you already know. Now that half of the surf nazis were gone, they were struggling to maintain their turf on the boardwalk. So harassment and torture at their hands were on the rise. Many people over the past few weeks had been dodging them in the stores around here, and now apparently they had caught wise to that. Done with it, you take a step back, leaning yourself against the back shelf to retreat further into the curtain of nag champa.

“You can fuck off,” you offer, gaining confidence as you realize the bong behind your head was more than affordable, and if you broke it over his head, you could cover it.

He opens his mouth to respond, but-

The bell on the door jingles again. A familiar smile fades into a scowl. Marko looks like one of those greek heroes tonight, maybe if only because his presence saves you from the gross comments (or anything worse) of the shaved head across the counter. He immediately distracts the surfer from you.

“Why don’t you get outta here, buddy? Me and the lady were just discussing me trying her out later,” the man spits, and you almost gag at the mental image of that.

Marko laughs, that high pitched full body laugh you love so much.

“That’s funny, buddy,” He throws the man’s nickname back at him, “Cause that’s my old lady right there.”

You loved and hated when he called you that. Technically, you are a year older than the year he turned. The first time you all realized that, Paul gave himself a stomach ache laughing over the ‘older woman’ Marko brought home. Tonight though, the nickname brings the biggest smile to your lips.

“Damn right I am,” you chime in, “and you couldn’t take the hint.”

Marko seals the deal by striding over to where you are and pulling you into a kiss over the counter. It doesn't take much more for the surf nazi to leave, the jingling of the door opening announcing his departure.

“I’m gonna make sure we kill the rest of them before the week is out.”

He waits the three hours it takes for you to be able to lock up behind the counter with you, loosely holding your hips and following you around, only moving away from you to pick out new records when one ends.

Come over tonight, Marko thinks, and you know it isn't a suggestion. You kiss him hard on the mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him to press against you. His arms automatically find themselves around your waist, squeezing you as he eagerly returns the kiss. This wouldn’t be your first time at their dilapidated hotel, with sprawling caves and chandeliers and beautiful spray painted murals on the walls. The first time you were there, he brought you there while the others were hunting. He fucked you on any surface not covered with knick knacks they'd collected or takeout containers, leaving you to sheepishly blush while he proudly talked to the others when they returned, deep red hickies and a bite mark on your collarbone you couldn't hide. The next time, the boys and Star and Laddie welcomed you in with booze and a feast and a fun night where you had to crawl out of the cave at dawn looking like a mess. Either way, he waits for you to agree before he leads you to his motorcycle.

“Star, Why don't you just become one of us already?” Paul whined, holding his half eaten eggroll like a cigar, “You're already living with us, Mama. We just want to be friends forever.”

She scrunches her nose, smoothing the long hair of Laddie’s head in her lap. The boy was tired, their unofficial little brother or not, he was still an eight year old.

“Or maybe,” David starts, dropping down from the rim of the check in counter of the hotel, “Star can just have some fun with them and we don’t even have to do what Max wants.”

The boys all laugh, Dwayne’s shoulders turning inward, while Paul smacks Marko in the chest behind you. Whoever Max was, he was someone that could give the boys orders; something you didnt think possible besides their own little group hierarchy. You'd figured out pretty quickly that David was the leader, Marko was his right hand, Dwayne was the left hand; with Marko enforcing, playful and impulsive, and Dwayne being the level head, logical and the one who often kept the boys from fighting and made them all remember why they loved each other so much. Paul was the baby. Both literally and figuratively. He was the messiest, the most likely to slip up;. He was also the one turned last. So when Star decides to be one of them, she’ll be the new baby. Then Laddie.

“No,” Star affirms, “No, I can’t do that to Michael.”

“Michael,” David tests the name on his lips, tongue darting out to lick them after he says it. The curly haired brunette on the boardwalk had a name. Then his eyes flick to you. There's a sharpness to them that feels so different from Marko’s. David is trying to stare through you, not to look inside of your head, to look past it, to see any weakness. A challenge.

“Who’s Max?” you speak up from your spot on Marko’s lap. You can feel him tense under you, but David smiles.

“You don't know about Max? Marko, you didn’t tell her about Max?”

Marko’s hand wraps around your wrist as David continues.

“Max knows all about you, y/n. There’s a reason you're here.”

Here as in, still alive in a vampire den, or here tonight specifically?

Mind thing? You think, and Marko leans his head down against your shoulder as he nods.

“So he knows Marko and I are X-men? Is he Professor X?”

You hear Dwayne and Paul chuckle from the other side of the circle, and Dwayne mutters, “Yeah something like that,” as he swats his hand at Paul’s mesh-covered chest.

“He sired us,” David clarifies.

“You feel it right?” changing the subject, “You feel like you need to be near Marko?”

Marko squeezes your wrist in encouragement, and you nod.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

“That's not what I mean.”

You know what he means. It's the way you feel Marko before you see him, the way you can never sneak up on him.

You nod again.

“That’s what Max wanted to know. Marko, do you wanna tell her, or should I?”

What does he mean? You think and the man below you perks up.

Come with me. His palms grip your hips and gently push you to stand, and he follows suit before taking the lead.

He leads you towards the mouth of the cave, where you enter and away from any listening ears.

“So you know how David is dating Star?” he asks, voice low and close to you in the shadows.

“If that’s what they’re doing,” you joke, and he laughs along with you.

“Well, he thought they had what we have, and that's why she’s with us.” He reaches for your hands to hold them, dropping any playfulness from before.

“I’m supposed to turn you, Max thinks. He’s a lot older than us, and he says some vampires have mates or something similar to that. Others they have some deep mental connection with. The guys… we can hear each other sometimes if we try hard, because we’re a pack. I don't have to try with you and that's why Max thinks it's different.”

Turn you? Like, capital T- Turn you? Into one of them? If he turned you, you’d never see the sun again; never feel its warmth. You’d have to drink blood, and human blood at that. You’d become a killer, and you’d have to keep killing. While you aren’t innocent, killing kind of seems like it would be a stretch for you. Some of their victims had to be innocent, but would your hunger corrupt your morals one day?

It's like he can see the wheels turning in your head, ability to hear your thoughts or not.

“Y/n, you don't have to. Fuck, this was dumb to bring up. David thought you were ready, but if you don't want to I won't make you…” He trails off, visibly a little more deflated.

But if you did, you would be on the same level as Marko. All of the insecurities you have about your relationship would just… stop existing. Your relationship’s expiration date would disappear, your fears about having to leave him or him leaving you would disappear. You'd have people and a place to belong and lover and guaranteed group of friends to be a new family.

“How does it work, Marko?” your voice surprises him, and in honesty, he brought you to the mouth of the cave to give you an out. If you wanted to leave here, leave him specifically, he was going to let you.

“You gotta drink, uh, vampire blood.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

You shrug.

“Are you sure? There's no take backs for this,” Marko’s voice is stern, unlike you ever heard it before.

Deadly sure, Marko.

He smiles, slowly like the moon rising in the night before it crescendos into the wide toothy grin you're so used to seeing.

Marko leads you back into the den of the cave where the others are hanging out.

Dwayne is the first to approach the two of you.

“Everything okay?”

You nod thankfully, offering him a smile.

Paul swoops in next.

“You better be tellin’ me you're joining the fam, chica!”

He tries to drape his arm around your shoulder, but Marko pushes him away playfully, both of the boys smiling.

“Let’s get this girl a drink!” Marko shouts, and the guys start up hollering and laughing.

Marko leads you back to where you had originally been sitting, his designated folding chair. He gestures to you to sit down, while he looks to David for something. Over his shoulder, you can see Star frowning as she watches on.

“Glad you got to talk it out,” David remarks as he hands a bottle of wine to Marko. Maybe you’ll be able to get used to his mannerisms in half a century. Marko hands off the bottle of wine to you, and your hands dip with the weight of it.

The wine bottle is bejeweled, another do it yourself project that the guys seem to love so much. It's heavy in your hands, dark and unseeing down the neck of it, but full. Marko crouches down between your legs, palms flat against your thighs as everyone waits with bated breath. You uncork the bottle, noticing the dark red staining on the cork, and knowing exactly what’s in it now. Two shaky hands bring the bottle to your lips, tilting your head back as you let the contents flow into your mouth, filling it. The ‘wine’ is thick, warm and salty but feels like it's already intoxicating you from just being in your mouth.

“That’s all Marko’s blood, you know,” David remarks, and you swallow deeply. All Marko. He drained his blood for you, weakened himself for you. Your eyes flicker to him, and he smiles up at you from his spot between your legs.

You smile back at him, widely, teeth stained with blood.

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