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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 2 months

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Ok, i got one. AU where Lost Boys the movie exists, inspired by those events actually occurring in the 80s. So it'd be like 12 & 13 with reader x Marko? Maybe the reader's a serial killer or something dead like a Ghoul or Zombie, and after a showing of Lost Boys in Santa Carla, they take a soon to be victim to the cave, and then end up just fucking the victims shit up. Little does the reader know, the cave isn't a abandoned as they had thought, and Marko falls in love the second reader disembowels the guy.

(Not me hitting post instead of edit😅) Thanks so much for the request! It got a bit darker than i expected, but it was an interesting one to figure out, so I hope you'll like this as well!💜

12. "I shouldn't have seen that movie..."

13. "Did you know this cave is haunted?"

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I smiled as the familiar sounds of Cry Little Sister blared through the sound system, echoing over the beach. At least a hundred people had gathered here to watch the movie, and I couldn't be more pleased. You see, in my profession, it was of utmost importance to stay inconspicuous. Stay invisible within the crowds, stay out of sight whenever someone was looking for something - or rather someone. And, above all, have a good eye. It takes skill to know how certain people will respond when you first approach them. To calculate their next moves. If you fail in approaching the right person, you're whole job is going to be ruined.

Luckily, I was good at what I did. So, with two beers in hand, I smiled at a guy in his early" twenties. He seemed carefree, easy going - the perfect type.

"Mind if I sit with you?" I asked sweetly, offering a beer as an exchange for the favour, and as a conversation started.

"No, no, pretty ones like you can join me anytime," the guy winked, causing me to grin. Yeah. He would do perfectly.

We sat together the whole movie, chatting and laughing, and when the movie came to an end, I knew I had the guy wrapped around my finger. It had been easy. Agree with him, initiate some physical touch - and here he was, willing to follow me anywhere.

As he helped me up, a wonderful idea popped into my head. "Do you want to check out the caves?"

"Wait, they're real?"

I nodded. "Not too far from here. It's supposed to be pretty secluded," I said with a wink, causing the guy to grin and readily agree.

Together, we walked over the beach and through the forest - it was not very far, just 3 miles or so, but far enough to tire a guy like him out for just a little bit.

"Can we stop for a bit?" He asked, out of breath, as we reached a clearing. I shook my head, pointing at the 'do not enter' sign.

"There's no need, we're here."

"It says not to enter."

I nodded. "So?"

"I- listen, I like you, a lot and I would love to do more but - I don't think this is my thing?"

I smiled. "Sorry. I should have clarified what I wanted first. We don't have to do anything, but I would love it if you joined me if we went to explore that cave."

"Just exploring?"

"Yeah. The second we see something that's off, we're out of there. I promise."

The guy thought for a moment, sighing deeply before nodding. "Alright."

I grinned, taking his hand and leading him down the stairs. He didn't need to know that I had been here several times before during the day, exploring to see whether this would be a good secondairy location or not. Needless to say, I declared it to be a good one.

"Did you know," I stated as we stood at the cave entrance, " that this cave is haunted?"

The guys eyes widened. "Are you sure?"

"That's what they say anyways. They also say that there are actual vampires here, but we both know that that's bullshit, right?" I grinned. Who knows whether or not they existed, as far as I could tell, they weren't living in the cave.

"I- I am not sure about this -" the guy began again, and by now, I had to admit that I lost my patience. So, with a gentle nudge, I pushed him inside. He screamed as he rolled through the entrance, falling on the floor several feet below. I heard a loud, sickening crack, and I knew that his leg had broken when he cried out. Easily, I jumped in after him, landing on my feet next to his body.

"What did you do that for?"

"What?" I asked innocently, ignoring his terrified expression. "You're not really telling me that you're scared?"

"What if I am, hm?" The guy asked. "I never should have seen that movie..."

"That we can agree on," I crouched down beside him, taking a sharp knife out of my coat pocket. "If you hadn't been there, I wouldn't have picked you up."

"Wh - what are you going to do?"

"Me? I'm going to have some fun. I've been told I need to study up on my biology. You are my practice material."

"What?!" The guy paled. "You can't do this! You- HELP, SOMEBODY!"

"No one will hear you," I smiled, "I thought I told you this place was rather secluded, hm?"

"Let me go, you freak!"

I chuckled, swiftly moving my knife down, cutting his hand off in one swift movement. The guy screamed and cried, bleeding all over the floor as he tried to crawl away. Lazily, I walked after him, my foot landing on his back, stopping him in his crawl.

"Turn over."

"No!"

"Don't make me turn you over. You'll regret it."

The guy weakly turned, laying on his back. "Good boy," I said before kneeling down on top of him. I talked to him while I acted, explaining how I would drag my knife from his throat all the way to his navel, how I would slowly but surely take every single organ out. The more I talked, the deeper I cut, the quieter his screams became. In the end, all that was left was an empty vessel, the insides spread around the cave.

I stood up, ready to go outside, when I saw a young man staring at me. He looked at me, not with fear but with admiration. A childlike wonder. "You did quite a number on him."

I shrugged. "He had it coming. Who are you?"

"I'm Marko. What did he do?" I looked at him, trying to determine if I would tell or kill him. He was handsome, but somewhere behind his cool look, I knew that I was no longer the only killer in the room. There was something about him.

"Besides annoying me with his existence? He sold drugs to some middle schoolers."

"So, do you avenge people often?"

"Why do you ask?" I looked at him, my knife still in hand. He grinned.

"Because after seeing this, I think I'm in love."

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #tlb #dwayne #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #the lost boys x reader #lost boys #dark fic #tlb x reader

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eldritch-something-or-other · 2 years

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I forgot to post this when i originally made it, but here is my

TF2 Monster AU

I'll start with the monster each merc is

Scout: Werewolf While yes, the traditional werewolf (ie. painful transformation, big hulking beast, fear n' guilt, lack of control, etc etc) sounds nothing like scout, this is not exactly traditional him becoming a werewolf was either a complete accident on both their parts (both him and the original werewolf) or unintentional on the werewolf's part He was originally hyped to find out what his wolf form would be, assuming it to be, y'know, big and scary and cool, but was immensely disappointed when it turned out to be a grey hound He still tries to hype it up as much as possible without actually revealing it to the person he's talking to He gets zoomies, both because Dog and Scout

Soldier: Zombie He survived many, usually fatal, injuries. (including but not limited to: getting brain bashed, being gutted, getting shot twice, etc etc) Unfortunately, he was unlucky enough to have a loose wood chip shoot directly into his brain stem, killing him instantly. But before that, he spent at least two hours yelling about war and patriotism and all the likes. Those being his last words, they are the only thing he remembered after death. For a long while, he lived with Merasmus, the local and evil wizard. That is, until Miss Pauling got him to join the the Mannor, to the delight of Merasmus That shovel is the same shovel he was buried with, he likes reminding people of this fact

Engineer: Cyborg Done himself, the mechanisms are just a step up from the Gunslinger Not only is the Fortress giant and haunted, it's rather technologically advanced, thanks to Engie He's probably the second closest to Miss Pauling There's not much I can say about him, as he's mostly the same as he is normally

Spy: Vampire He's got the melodramatics for it, it's even part of the reason he became a spy; there's a lot of information you can collect and use when you live for forever He had fallen for Scout's Ma, but left before he was born, both to save himself the misery of having to endure her inevitable human death and also so he wouldn't be around to possibly learn vampirism is genetic. as it turns out; it isn't, and Scout's Ma isn't even dead; she's just old. So he left for practically no reason; which is partly why he wants to keep the fact he is Scout's bio dad away from Scout himself His bat form is a Mediterranean Horseshoe Bat. He hates it <3

Medic: Frankenstein-esc Monster He used to be human, but he decided to try some experiments of his on myself instead. The tests have had varying success He added the extra arms for practical reasons; you can get twice the work done with twice the working arms He's awfully glad to now have his own little lab, with little to no interruptions, and no objections

Sniper: Ghost He was a hunter, lookin' for rare animals and killing the common ones for meat. Unfortunately, it seems some other hunter needed meat too Even in life, he wasn't one for talkin' to people. He took much more of a liking to animals, though, he wasn't exactly squeamish about eating meat, either. His death only happened by being at the same place as another hunter, both there for a particularly rare and exotic animal, though the other seemed more keen on taking the things life, rather than it's picture. They got into a bit of a squabble, and worse comes to worse the guy turned out to be a shapeshifter, and in to a gun, shooting Sniper in the head He spent most of the time between then and when he started living with the mercs just wandering the world; it being much easier to see the sights of the world when the sights of the world can't see you

Heavy: Werebear He's one of the three (The other two being Demo and Pauling) who have never been human. He's essentially the same as he is in the comics, protective of his family, protective of his sasha, protective of his doktor, the main difference being that here he can turn into a kickass polar bear.

Demoman: Selkie He's a man, sometimes seal, who enjoys the earthly desires of the world; alcohol, people, parties, explosives, y'know. but his mother, usually a seal, thinks he should be a more traditional selkie; seducing unsatisfied women, sitting naked on the rocks, y'know. He isn't too keen on that life, however Miss Pauling: Demon An Imp, to be specific. Unfortunately one of the only ones to take her job seriously She worked to get each of the mercs to live in the house, along with her, the Admin, and the Mann brothers' ghosts She managed to get half of them into contracts, save for the ones who joined willingly, saying they've got to stay. Why exactly did she gather the mercs? Well, she doesn't quite know. Or maybe she does, and the reason is just classified. Either way the only answer she'll give is that the Admin had told her to.

Pyro: Human(?) There's no evidence to prove it, but there's no evidence to disprove it, either. Their obsession with fire and all thing childish could be human, but it sure wouldn't be typical. The others have come up with a plethora of theories, but they refuse to say anything on the matter. Though, they don't say much on any matter, really. plus some general facts

They all live in this big, strange, and haunted house, called by the group either The Mannor or The Fortress

The Mannor is haunted by the Mann brothers, obviously, but they aren't nearly the strangest thing about the house

The Fortress is very big and very tall, and at the top lives the Administrator, whom next to no one has seen, let alone talked to

Pretty much only Miss Pauling has even talked to or even seen her more than once

Merasmus lives a short walk away from the Fortress

The Fortress has made each merc their own personal room and area

#tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 engineer #tf2 spy #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 heavy #tf2 demoman #tf2 miss pauling #tf2 pyro #i also had a whole thing about how saxton hale was a shape shifter who need to kill somethin in order to become it #which is why he hunts endangered animals #and like the fortress has like so much hidden even from the mann brothers #nd like much much more but it took all day to write the mercs plus pauling ALONE #so ill just end it at that #also know that i have several more aus in the works so dont assume thisll be the only one #oh yeah also #tf2 monster au #OH YEAH i also came up with the idea that grey mann is a changeling #like traditional 'child replacement' changeling #do with that what you will #i was gonna draw sollys shovel with more dirt but i forgot unfortunately #anyway hope yall enjoy #gore #body horror #just in case #my art

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badassbutterfly1987 · 1 year

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Tags: post Proven Guilty

Summary: Susan calls ahead to warn Harry about a Red Court vampire that might be heading to Chicago. It isn't the only thing on her mind.

Susan had read through all the documents on Valentina Vidal, each one making her more sick than the last.

A real piece of work going by the pictures and descriptions of what she'd done to her victims. Torn apart, gutted, contorted into mockeries of religious art.

And now she might be heading to Chicago.

The phone rang three times before she heard his voice, coming in with the echoes of static but recognizably his, "hello?"

"Hey, it's me."

"Susan?" Surprise, as expected. There was something else too, but maybe she was imagining the joy in his voice. "I wasn't expecting you to call, I was just about to leave my office for the day."

There was chatter in the background from who she presumed to be a client, a male voice and unexpectedly the excited tones of a young child.

She pushed past the lump in her throat. She had to stay focused, she could worry about that later. "The Fellowship has some intel that a local Red left Columbia. She's been heading north and might be aiming for Chicago."

And you, she thought.

"Oh." He sounded disappointed, maybe hoping this had been a social call. But they weren't like that anymore, not with the war going on, not with her halfway to monsterhood. "Thanks for the heads up. What can you tell me about this vamp?"

Susan summarized what was known about Vidal's MO. Not a political player, more like a weapon the Red Court ocasionally pointed at specific targets, often with civilian casualties. A monster inspired by the faith of her former humanity to create horrific pieces of art.

"Hell's Bells," he swore. "Sounds like a piece of work."

I know, that's what I said! she wanted to joke. "I've been tracking her for awhile. If we get her location confirmed I might end up in Chicago too."

Back where you are. She shouldn't say that, might give him the wrong idea. "How's life treating you?"

Harry chuckled at that, the sound warming her. She had missed him. "The world seems to nearly end once a year. You know, usual stuff."

He told her about the craziness he'd been involved in the past few years: getting pulled into White Court drama, fighting zombies on his birthday, getting dragged into being a Warden, being given an apprentice.

That sounded like Harry, surrounded by drama and danger.

No room for a child, her mind whispered.

"And you?" Harry asked softly. "Are you doing okay?"

She should tell him since they were talking. They rarely talked these days. He deserved to know, even if it turned out he wanted no part of it.

Her name is Maggie. She's two years old. She's safe with good people. I think you would like her.

Not over the phone. Not when their work took precedence. Not when she could instead explain her reasons in person.

"Well enough," Susan said smoothly.

#dresden files #fic writing #harry dresden #susan rodriguez #story idea i'm hoping to expand in the future #prince outcasts au #microfic #and introducing a new oc #valentina vidal

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lorewick09 · 5 months

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Short Story Recommendations

I like finding some smaller content from lesser known folks. So I want to try to post some of them and reviews/analysis. Both of these I found on either PsuedoPod or CastlePod on Spotify.

Spoilers ahead.

15 Eulogies Scribbled in a Hello Kitty Notebook by Carlie St George

TW: short story involves reference to self harm and suicide. Descriptions of Gore.

This short story has a really well done story, it's from the perspective of a sidekick in a monster of the week/Buffy the Vampire Slayer style story. Only thing? Things get pretty gruesome. It is a wonderful example of the unreliable narrator and has a heavy, oppressive tone. It's not about the plot itself per se, but how events of the protagonist's life affect her and the vibe. It's beautifully tragic, but the trigger warnings are there for a reason. Left me thinking for a while and the ending isn't all doom and gloom, there's a faint ray of hope. I think that's always important, no matter how bad things get: hope doesn't die.

Yung Lich and the Dance of Death

TW: death/undead, brief mention of maggots

This short story is also very well done, from the perspective of an undead with daddy issues. It's about an undead (zombie? type isn't explicit) rapper. He expresses himself via music, and I highly recommend finding the audio format of the story because the songs do sound very good. It takes advantage of the medium in that way. Unlike the above story, it's a much more chill story. It has themes of parental abandonment and being used, as well as pursuing your dreams. Listen to the above and the hear this one as a palate cleanser.

#short story #fantasy #urban fantasy #undead #apocalypse #character analysis #story analysis #writeblr #writing #bookblr #book blog

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darklingichor · 6 months

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Zombie, Spaceship, Wasteland; Silver Screen fiend, by Patton Oswalt

This one might be a bit short, but a bit unfocused, I had a hard week, and next week is not looking like a picnic either.

(Full disclosure, my trip to Walnut Grove and beyond made my posting schedule a little wonky so, the week in question was Oct 8th - 14th, not sure when this will be posted at this point. I tend to realize around November that I have too many entries scheduled and not enough year left).

Patton Oswalt is one of my favorite comedians and these books are so cool!

Part autobiography, part essay collection, they are funny and touching and all together great reads

Zombie Spaceship Wasteland is a series of essays that give the reader a little background into his history as a reader. His history is a little like mine, in that we both read well above our age group. His was born out of poor plot descriptions in the back blurbs and very busy parents.

Mine was born out of the fact that I was surrounded by books and no one ever marked any of them as the forbidden tree of knowledge.

In middle school, Oswalt was given A Clockwork Orange, Lovecraft, and Phillip K. Dick by parents who trusted the descriptions.

I had three different adults all with their own personal libraries stashed in various bookshelves around the house, and the philosophy that if I didn't understand something, I would ask.

So, I got cozy mysteries, westerns and various others from the time I was reading chapter books

For the most part, my mom and grandparents were right, I asked when I didn't get something, or put the book down when I got bored. So by time I was 12 my mom more or less trusted my judgement which lead to me reading The Vampire Chronicals, James Lee Burke, and Sherlock Holmes in Junior High, along with SE Hinton and Sweet Valley.

Other essays are looking at the challenges of childhood, his perspective on some of the adults in his life, and the "types" of sci-fi and horror writers. Others just showcase his wonderfully twisted imagination, like the fixer notes on a fake script for a movie that sounds as if The Hangover and Knocked Up were shuffled t9gether and the transitions written by Bevis and Butthead. The different wines personified, and an ode to his very last DND character.

Silver Screen Fiend details his journey into an addiction to film.

He writes about how he wanted to be a screenwriter and decided that the best way was to do what he did when he decided to go into stand up, watch everything he could. This was a blessing, as he saw a lot of great films, but it eventually turned into a curse as it became an obsession with checking off every movie in two particular film books. It also turned into a ritual to make sure a show of his turned out well, he had to see movies in the theater, come hell or high water, no matter what it did to his personal life or career.

This sounds Grim, but it really isn't, because it resolves with an awesome tribute to a man he meant through his movie addiction and some wonderfully twisted movie ideas for films that one could only see in Film Heaven.

I enjoyed these books very much and hope that Oswalt comes out with more.

#Book #books #book blogging 2023 #Patton Oswalt #zombie Spaceship Wasteland #silver screen fiend

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heartandfangs · 3 years

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THE WORLD ENDS WITH YOU — CHAPTER TWO.

—A dark series surrounding your involvement with seven vampires and the struggle of your survival during the zombie apocalypse. GENRE Zombie Apocalypse AU, Vampire AU, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends, Slowburn Romance, Unrequited Love, Dark!Enhypen, Angst, Some Fluff, Action, Supernatural, Eventual Suggestive/Smut Content PAIRING f!Reader x Heeseung, f!Reader x Sunghoon, f!Reader x Jay, f!Reader x Jake, f!Reader x Enhypen CHARACTERS Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Jungwon, Ni-Ki, future character's to be added CHAPTER WORD COUNT +6k RATING WARNING 18+ for violence, gore, death, emotional/physical manipulation, abuse, trauma, degradation, mention of vomiting and needles, morally grey characters, heavy swearing, dark themes, and future suggestive content. Do not interact if any of this triggers you or if you are a minor. SUMMARY As a lone human survivor taken against your own will, you become hostage to seven vampires whose hunger for blood continues to abound with the undead that plague what was once modern-day society. In order to survive, you agree to their pact that requires you to not only assist the seven vampires with luring in your own kind for sustenance but also to live in a symbiotic relationship with their group in exchange for shelter, food, and basic human necessities. During your extended stay, you begin to sense the growing unrest concerning their missing leader and clashing beliefs over their nefarious operations. With each passing day, their weaknesses that become apparent to you only aid your plans of escape— so at what point did a head-strong outsider like yourself begin to feel something other than hatred for a group of people who could feel nothing? AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you to all of you readers who’ve shown support by liking, reblogging, leaving feedback, and following me! You're all rad. This took some time to write but it was fun, so I hope you enjoy this long chapter with a cup of coffee, some tea, a glass of wine, or whatever liquid that floats your boat. I'll leave an A/N at the end so I don't sound insane before you've even read this chapter. Enjoy! © 2021, Heart and Fangs. All rights reserved. Do not translate or post anywhere without my permission. MASTER LIST TAGLIST (If your @ isn't here and you asked, it's because I was unable to tag you!) @sleepingrenjun @enhacami @blank-velvet @ningjunswifeu @cha-raena @choisanzs @heeseungswifeuu @mykalon @miiiwaa

CHAPTER 2

A boiling pot of ramen steamed under your nose as you emptied the seasoning into the bubbling water and noodles, the aroma of the spices making your mouth water. Setting the oven timer to three minutes, you tossed the scraps into the trash and turned to check on how many minutes were left for the rice to finish cooking. It wouldn’t be long so you decided to chop some green onions for garnish to be used along with sesame seeds since you were feeling a bit fancy. It was finally Saturday afternoon and you had crawled out of bed to make you and your mother your classic specialty for a lazy day.

The creaking of floorboards made your head perk up, “Hey mom, it’ll just be a couple more minutes.“

A growl ripped through the kitchen, making your heart drop to your stomach. A putrid smell filled your nostrils but your brain was in shock, it could hardly register it. You whipped your head around only to come face to face with a flesh rotten creature who bore a terrible resemblance to the woman who raised you.

Your lone shriek rang through the apartment walls as your mother pounced on you, jaw snapping at your face as you struggled to hold her at bay. Your head smacked against the cabinets and you cried out in pain, your vision blurring.

“Mom, what are you doing?! Stop!” Your mother snarled at you with gnashing teeth, a horrifying sight you would have never thought to imagine. The deteriorating flesh of her skin that hung off of her bones triggered bile to rise in your throat. Her entourage of attacks didn’t let up for a second, causing desperation and dread to flood your entire being.

“Mom! Mom, please stop! It’s me!” You begged through tears. You looked into the sunken eyes of the woman who raised you; they were glazed over with cloudy film, empty and soulless. Acutely aware of the kitchen knife you’d dropped on the counter that, you shook your head in denial. God, you couldn’t. You wouldn’t.

The claws of the creature ripped into the flesh of your shoulder and pain burst across your skin. You let out a scream. Without thinking you reached behind you and found purchase in the hilt of the knife. Holding back the creature with your other hand, you sunk the blade into its neck— again and again. With each stab, blood pounded in your ears as it screeched at you in retaliation. Why won’t it die? Why?

“I’m sorry mom. I’m so sorry—”

You jerked awake, eyes splitting open from a groggy sleep. Startled by the darkness, you threw off the covers in a flurry, searching your memories for how you ended up here. Suddenly you recalled your captives; two psychotic men who were insistent on you joining them.

The way the dark-haired man’s eyes looked before you lost consciousness terrified you to no end. The other swordman’s insane reaction time didn’t make any sense whatsoever. Their desperation to capture you sent alarms off your brain. Goosebumps prickled your skin. Everything that happened right before you passed out almost felt like a hallucination. Those crazy cannibal occultists. To your knowledge, you could be in a slaughterhouse and someone could be waiting for you outside to trap you.

It was safe to assume you were in a very dangerous situation, but you were indeed alive for the time being and all of your organs appeared to be intact. You were half expecting to have awoken to be chained to a chair and blindfolded. Or to not have awoken at all. Still, it was far too early for you to let your guard down.

All you wanted was to just crawl back under the sheets for another ten hours and pretend like the world outside didn’t exist.

Wait, were you in an actual bed?

You’d have thought you were still dreaming if it weren’t for the way your throat and stomach burned. Just a reminder that you were occupying a starving body, was all.

The soft black sheets caressed your calloused palms, and you suddenly felt icky that you haven’t changed clothes while laying in such a clean smelling bed. Oddly enough, the mattress almost felt too soft after curling up on concrete every night.

Startled, you felt something prick at the skin of your arm when you tried to move. Your finger trips tracing what felt like a thin piece of fabric on your inner forearm. It was a bandage adhering a needle against your skin.

You quickly ripped it out in a panic and scurried on your hands and knees to feel along the closest side of the wall until your fingertips found fabric. Afraid of what you would lay eyes upon, you yanked back the thick curtains, letting hazy light filter into the room. Next to the bed stood a portable IV hanger with a bag of clear liquid. Did they drug you?

The evening's sun rays still caused you to squint but you were relieved to see a familiar scene of the city and the clouds floating amongst the dusty orange-hued sky. It appeared a day had nearly passed and while you clearly slept for much longer than you anticipated, you still felt terribly exhausted and on edge.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you dared to get up and take a look at the state you were in. Locating what looked like a tall mirror propped up in the corner of the bedroom, you slowly padded over in your socks, taking note that your jacket, backpack, and boots lay at the foot on the bed. You wondered if they searched your belongings; you’d check if everything was there later.

What you saw before you was a disheveled mess of a human being. Not surprising in the slightest but still a bit shocking to witness. Your skin was dry and had obvious layers of dirt caked across your cheeks and hands; a couple of your bandaids that wrapped around your fingers had peeled off. You ripped them off clean to reveal semi-healed scrapes and tossed them into the nearby trash can. A lot of the scrapes were from maneuvering between abandoned buildings and nearly getting crushed by a massive cement slab when you misstepped on unstable debris.

The hair grease was a situation in and of itself and your stained tank top and ripped jeans were in dire need of a laundry cycle. You stared at your reflection in the mirror and a pair of tired eyes stared back, chapped lips pressed in a thin line. You’ve never seen yourself in a worse-off state in your entire life, not even during finals season.

To the left of the mirror stood a rack of clothing consisting of dark oversized jackets and a couple of plaids and solid-colored shirts. Hastily, you shifted through it. Large leather boots and a couple of broken-in sneakers were lined up in a row right under the clothing rack.

It was incredibly tempting to pull a couple of items off the hangers to change into but if there was a possibility that you could shower here it made sense to do that first. After a meal, that is, if you were even to be given one. It was a rather violent altercation that took place between you and the two men, so you figured you might be treated like a prisoner. But even prisoners received meals, right?

Wherever you ended up could've been the den of a small group or an entire community. But it didn't matter, you were still just one girl. What they wanted with you was still a mystery, and you were very much outnumbered.

Even though you had a full night’s sleep, your mind felt far from stabilized. It was imperative that you remained sharp despite your terrible physical condition. You were treading in unknown territory and couldn’t afford to make the wrong move. As much as you wanted to escape, you needed to play it safe and remain as cooperative as you possibly could. Especially if it could earn you some food around here.

Glancing around the room, you noticed a worn, black trunk in the corner with a record player on top and stacks of vinyl records. Did it even work? Your phone and portable battery charger had died weeks ago and it never occurred to you to pack your headphones to listen to music when you ran away from home.

What drew your attention from the opposite end of the room was a huge map of the city that was pinned up on a corkboard, along with red-colored markers and scribbles of notes strategically placed in certain areas. Decoding said notes were the last thing on your mind but you made a mental note to look into them later. These guys seemed to know this part of the city from the inside out.

You anxiously found yourself rubbing at your throat. The sensation of both of those assholes’ hands on your neck lingered unpleasantly. You wouldn't let it slide if they laid a hand on you again. You wondered if it was the one named Jay who had carried you after he choked you out.

Honestly, you never thought you’d come to hate sleep as much as you do now. Your nightmare flashed in your mind's eye and you shook your head. Oh how badly you wanted to forget, but God never allowed you any mercy when you slept…

You swiped at the sudden tears that stained your cheeks only to see out of the corner of your eye someone peeking at you through the crack of the door.

“Hey!” you called out.

The door shut too quickly before you could identify the person behind it and you nearly tripped over your belongings chasing after them. Without a second thought, you snagged a box cutter from a small, messy-looking desk, brandishing the pitifully small blade before stepping out. Something was better than nothing.

It must’ve been providence that the bedroom led into a dark, open kitchen with high concrete ceilings. The aroma of something cooking hit your nose, you swallowed immediately to keep from drooling.

“Hello?”

No response.

“Anyone there?”

You stepped outside of the room, swinging the door wide open so you had at least some light to see. It shone on the black marble counters and reflected off the steel kitchen appliances lined up against the wall.

“I know someone’s here,” you stated aloud.

Feeling fearless, you didn’t hesitate to go straight for the fridge to take inventory.

“And I’m not afraid to shank you,” you muttered under your breath.

The moment you pulled it open, the coolness radiating from the fridge wafted against your face, but it was already quite cold in the building. The people who were lucky enough to live here were fully stocked. It made sense to have that much food if there were at least seven people living here.

If it all belonged to you, you’d easily make it all stretch for months (and you hadn’t even checked the pantry yet). You looked over your shoulder only to see the light from the bedroom spilling across the cement floor before turning back around.

You quickly snatched up a bowl of fresh fruit consisting of the juiciest grapes you’ve ever seen, a handful of strawberries. There was a bag of sourdough bread slices next to a slice of brie cheese that you didn’t hesitate to add to your stash.

You laid all of the food that you gathered out on the counter and stabbed your blade into the bread bag to rip it open. You hid the knife in your waistband and released a deep breath you'd been holding.

“I’m never taking food for granted ever again,” you quietly told yourself. Any sense of decorum was thrown out the window as you proceeded to devour anything and everything you managed to shove into your mouth without choking. All of the fruit was cool to the touch and soothed your dry throat with sweet juices. Eating them in combination with the bold taste of cheese and fresh sourdough was beyond satisfying. Incredible. Life-changing. Suddenly your situation didn’t seem as terrible as you thought it was.

“Boo.”

You spat out a chunk of bread as a lantern on the island counter suddenly flickered to life. A tall boy wearing a mischievous expression stood behind it, his abrupt appearance causing you to swallow the grapes in your mouth whole. His long, duo-toned hair was pulled back in a short ponytail, but strands fell around his face, almost as if he’d just rolled out of bed.

“I thought you knew I was here. You’re making that look good,” he gestured at the mess of bread crumbs, and grape stems. You had even eaten the brie rinds and strawberries whole.

“Who—” you barely managed to swallow your food before he continued talking.

“Sorry,” he smirked, not sounding apologetic at all. “I'd have offered to warm up your fruit but you seemed to be enjoying it just as is.”

Did you hear him right? Microwaved fruit? Eyes narrowing, you slowly took another bite out of the loaf of bread, seeing how he’d react. Would you be able to have a civil conversation or would this break out into a full-blow fight like last night? Would he condemn you for eating their stash without permission?

Your brain struggled to voice your thoughts.

“What time is it exactly?” was all you managed to blurt out.

He glanced over his shoulder into a pitch dark room which must’ve been the open living room space. You didn’t stare in the same direction for long, afraid of looking into the dark.

“About 7:30 PM.”

Your brows furrowed, “How do you know?”

“Uh, clock on the wall?”

“You can see with so little light?” You asked, astonished.

His eyes shifted elsewhere, almost in a slight panic.

“I’ve been hanging out in the living room all this time, that's why,” he insisted.

So he had been watching you.

“In the dark… doing what?”

“Playing darts. Ah, and warming up pizza.” He chuckled at how your eyes nearly popped out of your eye sockets at the mention of pizza. He turned around to open the toaster oven which you hadn’t even realized was on.

“So that’s what I’ve been smelling…” you thought your mind was playing tricks on you, the aroma of sweet dough filling the air.

“Just put it in not too long ago. We have a generator that runs in this building but we like to conserve electricity where we can. Also, we use minimal light sources to keep from giving away our location.”

“I thought electricity wasn’t even a thing anymore,” you said, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

“We’ve got a guy who takes care of it all. But lanterns and propane grills easily keep things low-key when needed.”

He used a spatula to shimmy two of the most delicious-looking pizza slices with melted cheese and pepperoni toppings onto a ceramic plate. As he set down the platter next to your mess of crumbs, you realized he stood even taller than the two men who captured you. However, his features were rather youthful. The boy shoved his hand into the pockets of his grey sweatpants and pushed up a sleeve of his black shirt, settling comfortably against the counter a few feet to your left. You merely stared at the pizza.

“You can have my slice too if you'd like.”

“Wait really?”

“Sure. What’s your name?”

“___”, you said through a mouthful of pizza. The taste was unparalleled. Hot, cheesy, greasy goodness. Tears nearly sprung to your eyes. “Oh, this is incredible.”

“You can call me Riki,” he smirked, watching you closely.

“Riki, you don’t even know,” you gave him a grateful look while you tore apart the crust and peeling off a piece of pepperoni to ross into your mouth. “Who else lives with you besides those two assholes?”

He snickered, leaning onto his elbows. “Ah. There are… seven of us. The rest just headed out for scavenging and watch duty.”

“Scavenging at night?” You questioned.

“Weren’t you doing the same thing when Jay and Sunghoon found you?” Riki thoughtfully propped his chin on his palm as you started on your second slice of pizza.

You took a large bite of your slice and recalled the altercation and the shock you’d felt upon hearing what they were planning on doing with those blood bags. You would have to go about this topic carefully. Or should you even dare to bring it up? They probably filled the boy in on what went down last night. Assuming he does know that you know something is amiss here, well it’s only a matter of time before the elephant in the room is addressed right?

“Well, It’s not like I had a choice. I was hungry and needed a place to sleep. Why scavenge at night?” You said, attempting to chew your second slice of pizza more thoroughly.

“People are asleep, usually. So we’re at an advantage when it comes to claiming... resources. We only have to worry about avoiding the lurkers.” He explained.

You licked off some crumbs from your thumb. “…Running into me must’ve been a surprise then.”

Riki nodded. “A huge one. This is where it all started after all. People tend to stay away from this part of town since it’s filled to the brim with the infected. Plus, it’s our turf.”

So they’re territorial… They can't be the only group of people occupying this part of the city.

“I guess I’ve always sucked at reading maps; what with our generation usually having the technology to access at our fingertips…” you admitted with a weak chuckle. “I wouldn’t have known in the first place. Intruding on your guy’s property wasn’t my intention at all.”

You didn’t mention how the guy named Sunghoon had gotten all up in your face so suddenly that you had no choice but to act in self-defense. You couldn’t have cared less about trespassing, especially in this new lawless society but you hadn’t realized the consequences that would follow.

Riki’s lips parted into a smile as if to say something, but he refrained. “No worries. We figured as much.”

“I don’t intend to overstay my welcome.” Giving him a pointed look, you asked, “What would you have me do in return for everything you’ve provided me with so far?”

“For now, settling in and getting back to feeling 100%,” he said simply.

At a loss of words, you stared at him. No mention of having to serve as an altar sacrifice or being hung upside down to be drained of blood. But the underlying implications of his words were plain and clear— We dictate when you come and go, and you will stay for as long as we say so.

”We’ll provide for you, and you’ll provide for us.”

Jay’s words echoed in your mind. But you haven’t agreed to jack shit yet.

“That’s your main task for this week,” he continued. “The others will fill you in with our expectations and conditions during your stay with us. I’m sure you have questions for Jay, which you can ask once he returns in the morning. I’m just here to tour you around our amenities.”

When you said nothing more, he straightened up to his full height and tossed an apple over his shoulder from behind his back, holding it before your face.

“Apple?” He offered with a smile.

You took the apple from his grasp cautiously, looking up at him. It almost felt like he was trying to sweeten you up for something down the line. It certainly didn’t hurt to be paranoid in a situation like yours.

He raised his brows. “Got something else to say or are we going to have a cliché conversation about whether or not the apple is poisoned?”

You bit off a large chunk with a crunch, feeling the skin of the apple snap and its crisp flavor spill across your tongue. Delicious.

“Not this girl.”

“I knew I’d like you,” He laughed and swiftly took your plate to place it in the sink before you could protest. “I promise you’ll be able to bombard Jay with questions. Take your time and I’ll find you some clothes so you can wash up for the night.”

“…Thank you.”

He isn’t giving me the time of day about whether or not I even want to stay with their group. But at least he’s not throwing me up against a wall and trying to use brute force. He may just be using a different approach to attempt to convince me, but that guy Sunghoon should take notes.

While Riki moved into the living room to light the lanterns one by one, you noticed an open hallway located in the far right corner where several more doors lined the walls. They could be bedrooms or storage rooms for all you knew. If you actually made it through the night without dying, you’d take a closer look around the space after the shower that you were so looking forward to.

You took the last bites of your apple, cleaning the rind completely of its flesh. A slice nearly got stuck in your windpipe when you noticed a large dartboard on the wall covered completely with knives. You warily regarded the boy who paced around the room, humming an unrecognizable tune. Not even he was to be underestimated. It really was survival of the fittest out here, wasn't it?

“Trash cans under the sink. By the way, whenever we take shifts, we usually have a watchman who stays behind to guard the quarter while the remaining five who pair up for the night are usually out until dawn. Tonight, you’re my charge, and I could probably show you the roof...”

You wondered if they ever slept at least during the day if they were out all night. It was an odd schedule. Were they expecting you to adjust to it?

“Five plus you… But that’s only six. You said seven of you live here.”

“Right. Our seventh has been MIA for some time now and we’re in the process of trying to track him down. He’s been with us even before all of this went down so things are kind of… uncertain without him.”

“That must be difficult for you all,” you said. Cogs turned in your brain as you tried to understand the dynamics and power hierarchy of this group of men.

You recalled snippets of the conversation between Jay and Sunghoon.

“We already had our rations for the week. If Heeseung finds out you’re going behind his back like this--“ “He’ll what? Kill me? Are you gonna tell on me if he even gets back?”

Was this Heeseung their missing guy? You knew by the way Jay and Riki talked about him, that he had a say in how things were run around here. Was he a pushover or was he the sort of person who wouldn’t hesitate to put someone up on the chopping block for sneaking rations behind everyone’s back? Since he was gone, who was next in line?

On the other hand, Sunghoon had a devil may care attitude about said consequences and still managed to force his way despite Jay’s warning. He must really believe that the other guy won’t be showing up again any time soon. But while Sunghoon did as he pleased, Jay exhibited a sense of authority in the way he handled last night's situation, appearing to you as a much more influential type when it came down to attempting to coerce you into joining. Regardless, you despised both of them for the way they treated you.

“When it comes to day-to-day life, we’ve fallen back on our systems which you’ll be taught and shown. But not having him around is doing more harm than good, I think…” he trailed off.

You nodded slowly, taking in his words as if your survival depended on it. This information could be used to your advantage and Riki seemed like the kind of guy to run his mouth a bit too much.

“Well, it’s nothing you need to worry about. You’ll continue staying in his room in the meantime, which is connected to the shared master bathroom. There’s also a second one down the hall so it’s up to you.”

“Your missing guy won’t mind? I’d rather not overstep my boundaries,” you insisted.

“Jay assigned you that room," he gave you a small smile. "Like he said, we’ll take care of you.”

You tilted your head. “Is he your leader?”

“It's up in the air,” a curt voice replied from the entrance of the living room.

“Hoon! I thought you left with Jay earlier?” Riki asked, confused.

Upon Sunghoon’s appearance, your fingers twitched, aching to ram your knuckles into his face as payment for last night. Or perhaps bury your hidden blade into his chest. Or both, the order didn’t matter.

As Sunghoon strolled over, you eyed his pristine outfit; he wore fitted black jeans and a white button-down shirt with his sleeves hiked up to his elbows. His dark thick hair fell to either side of his face, framing his unreadable expression. No sword, but that didn’t make him look any less intimidating.

Glancing down at his arm; you were confused at seeing his immaculate pale skin. You were taken aback, having made sure to scratch him hard enough to leave marks.

An itch spread across your throat and you suddenly felt filthy in his presence. You immediately regretted looking at him for as long as you had the moment he caught you, an amused gleam in his eye. At your side, Riki shifted under the heavy tension that settled in the air.

“Jay and the others are regrouping. I came back to check on our new resident princess.”

You frowned at the nickname. Sunghoon leaned over the counter on his elbows, facing you with a smirk.

“You’re already looking better. Just a tad less ravenous.”

“Riki very generously shared your resources with me,” you said, voice tight.

“Of course he did. However, generously sharing one’s food is one thing, while lending you some soap is another pertinent matter entirely.” He had the audacity to give you a once over.

Riki sighed. You leaned over the counter towards Sunghoon if not to spite him with your odor. “You’re an ass.”

“Is that any way to speak with someone who generously invited you into their own home?”

You bit your lip, using every ounce of self-control not to strangle him.

“I think you mean threatened, then forced!”

“I’m not the one who swung to kill first," he shrugged. "If we’d left you behind and let you run out amongst the walking dead you’d have ended up their dinner, princess. We did you a favor. Actually, we’re still doing you a favor.”

Your jaw clenched as you glared at him. So much for planning on being cooperative.

“I haven’t agreed to anything.”

“Seeing as you’ve already partaken,” he gestured around the kitchen, “I don’t think you're in the position to play that card.”

“Why not just think of the resources I’ve partaken of as a parting gift from one apocalypse survivor to another and leave me the hell alone?”

“It was apparent from the start that you lacked solid decision-making skills. I’ve come to realize your negotiation skills aren't any more impressive,” he said.

This bastard.

“What do you want from me so badly?” You raised your voice, hands balling tightly into fists.

Sunghoon clasped his hands together and straightened his back. You met his stare and refused to flinch when he towered over you. Riki fell silent, looking between the two of you.

“Pay attention to what I’m about to say,” he said in a tone that unnerved you. “There are some among us that carries a rare blood disease.” Your brows furrowed at that and you glanced at Riki. Well, that was not what you were expecting to hear but you let him continue.

He watched your expression carefully before continuing with a lowered voice, “We’ve been struggling with getting clean blood for the transfusions that our people need. Hospitals are shut down and resources are scarce, as you know. Now you should understand how valuable a resource you are to us.”

As realization dawned on you, you saw his eyes flicker to a molten glow then back to normal, so quickly you couldn’t tell the color. A heaviness suddenly overtook your mind, similar to how you felt right before passing out last night. Blinking, you tried to refocus your attention on him, arms shooting out to steady yourself on the counter. You thought back to the night prior and shook your head slowly.

“That’s…”

Suddenly there were blanks in the memory of your encounter with Sunghoon and Jay. Things you knew were important; indicative of what was truly going on here behind the scenes.

“Our timing last night was off. No outsiders were supposed to have access to that building. That’s our mistake. Those blood bags you saw were solely for those of us that need them. You trespassed and fought us over resources that were rightfully ours, then when you panicked, we kept you from running out into those hoards.”

The whole memory you recalled when you woke up now felt segmented. It slowly began fading out of your mind; bits of conversation between Jay and Sunghoon were now indecipherable while your run-in was reduced to blurry images. Why couldn’t you remember properly?

“We even offered you food and shelter, but you obviously weren't in the right state of mind since you refused. I may have been a bit forceful but you were equally insistent. Then you passed out from shock, and maybe even malnourishment." He raised a perfect brow at you. "We took you back to our quarter.”

Riki moved to reach out a hand towards you but Sunghoon stood up and rounded the counter towards you, his sharp eyes never leaving your trembling form. A startling image of your mother clawing at you in her grotesque state flashed before you as though you were experiencing your nightmare in real-time, before disappearing and reappearing like a glitch in your vision. You stumbled backward against the counter, feeling like you could collapse as the room spun.

“Wait. Stop—“

Sunghoon caged you in between his arms against the counter in the center of the kitchen. You gripped his clothed biceps to keep him away at arm's length and to steady yourself. He didn’t miss how your chest rose and fell in uneven, rapid breaths.

“You misheard us when we were talking about consuming blood. It was a joke, obviously.”

No, you overheard them very clearly— right?

His eyes raked over your frozen features. “But what isn’t a joke is the fact that we are in dire need of your blood," he gestured to Riki, "To be clear; you will give us everything that we need. Nothing is without a price...”

Cold sweat beaded at your temples and you could only stare at the base of his neck, the dim candlelight dancing across the sharp curve of his collarbone that disappeared behind crisp, white linen.

“Doesn’t that sound about right?” He punctuated his words with a tone of expectation and concealed threat.

What he was sharing suddenly didn’t feel far off from the truth. Your mind felt open to his claims, yet feelings of disgust and confusion still lingered deep within you. Something was very wrong. You had a feeling he was feeding you complete and utter bullshit, and your mind wanted to give into it. Your mother's shrieks rang in your ears.

It’s not real, you thought to yourself, shutting your eyes. None of it was real.

One, because your mother was gone. Two, because you had a sharp intuition and she would never be caught dead having raised an idiot for a daughter. And three, you never fell for the same trick twice.

“Look at me, love,” he urged.

You shook your head. “I’m gonna vomit—“

“You can vomit all over me,” he said, tilting your chin up towards his face. “Cry on me, scream at me, scratch me—“

You gasped when Sunghoon gripped your thighs to lift you up and shove you down onto the countertop, sending a plate crashing to the floor behind you. Automatically pushing at his shoulders, your legs flailed against his sides, trying to kick at his chest but his weight between your legs kept you down as he bent over you. You locked out your arms and turned your head away from him. He gripped your jaw with his free hand and clamped the other around your wrist.

“— But I’ll still take what I want.”

Despite the fear that knotted in your throat at being unable to see, something told you to keep your eyes shut tight. Otherwise, you would be choosing to forfeit all agency to him. You knew it sounded crazy, had no idea about the logic behind it, but maybe something else was going on behind the scenes that physical laws just couldn’t explain. You winced at the force of his strength but the fog around your brain was already clearing.

The boxcutter you had pocketed earlier pressed into the flesh of your stomach while you struggled against Sunghoon and an even more insane idea popped into your mind. Without hesitating, you curled your grip into the collar of his shirt and jerked him forward.

Right on target, your lips crashed against his, teeth clacking together quite painfully, then everything went still. Quiet even. Your eyes cracked open and you found yourself staring into a wide pair of brown eyes that completely lacked any previously held intensity behind them.

Your right hand quickly slid the blade from the confines of your pants. You shoved it straight up into Sunghoon’s chest— with a vengeance.

He grunted in pain as your teeth scraped harshly against his bottom lip. His dumbfounded expression twisted into one of disbelief. As he shoved your hand away, you slammed your foot into his chest causing you to slide off the counter and hit the floor in an ungraceful heap.

You hissed at the painful sensation of ceramic shards slicing into your skin from the smashed plate but you pulled yourself together and scrambled back into the bedroom, not even sparing Riki a glance since you knew how fast that other motherfucker moved.

You flung the door shut, locking it with a click, and then you were hauling a desk over to block the doorway, stationery supplies clattering onto the floor. You ran into the master bathroom and proceeded to lock yourself in from the door on the farthest side since you remembered it was shared.

Outside, Riki merely stared at the door in shock before he whipped back around to Sunghoon who was leaning against the refrigerator, looking completely disheveled. His shirt was untucked from his pants and a button had gone missing from his collar. A small amount of blood stained the fabric of his shirt, just above his heart.

Sunghoon removed the blade from his chest and hurtled it across the kitchen. It sunk right into the door. Riki knew it probably just felt like getting stabbed by a large needle but it still must’ve stung. His pride, that is.

Sunghoon swiped a thumb at his sore bottom lip, staring down at the red smeared across it in disbelief. You actually bit him. The scent of your blood and his own lingering in the air only fueled his anger.

“Dude, I was already buttering her up with the pizza and it was working! Sort of.”

“Where’s the fucking key?”

“I think Jay has it?”

The two shut up the moment they heard your muffled gagging.

“Fucking disgusting!” They heard you yell even with the concrete walls separating you from them, all thanks to their keen hearing.

Riki bent over and burst into laughter. “Christ, Jay was actually serious about everything! Oh my god, what did I just witness? That human girl is crazy, I can’t believe she snapped out of it that fast, and then she—“

Sunghoon’s expression darkened but Riki merely waved him off. “You seriously deserved all of that!”

Sunghoon ignored his remark. His eyebrows knit together in irritation and he covered his mouth, trying to hide his slight bewilderment at the stunt you pulled. Pieces of ceramic covered in blood crunched under his boot as he made a beeline into the hallway.

“Clean this shit up and regroup with the others in ten.” He ordered Riki. “Jungwon caught a rat in our trenches.”

— AUTHOR'S NOTE Let me know what you think about our meanie vampires so far? Anyone you're really looking forward to finally meeting (or avoiding)? Wanna guess who you're sharing a bathroom with? Are you ready for a hot shower or what! My inbox is always open if you have any comments or questions about the characters or story thus far (I'll avoid spoilers but sometimes I can't help myself if you ask the right questions).

It is nearly midnight and I'm literally typing this out with a pair of sunglasses on, I just had to let you know. Also, I actually bought a mug with all of the profanities that Jay wanted on one from the first chapter. It spoke to me. ❤ See you in the next chapter.

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Finally finished Oberoth, my dnd character! He’s a warlock with a very specific patron and is unable to recall his past other than that he was a dancer.

If you’d like art like this of a character of yours, feel free to send me a message! While I’m not actively advertising commissions right now, I’m always open to accepting them.

22 notes • Posted 2021-03-01 04:37:30 GMT

robbie getting two natural 20s is fucking golden

31 notes • Posted 2021-12-03 05:17:51 GMT

For those of you who are feeling discouraged at your progress, I’d like to present my timeline. On the left, 1 year on T. I felt frustrated that I wasn’t seeing any physical changes. On the right, almost 4 years on T (taken this morning actually lol). I felt ‘good’ on the left, but I was still depressed. Today? Even though it’s been a shitty week, I still felt happy and better. It’s wild to see how much as changed and how much hasn’t.

Even though you might not see much now, I promise you changes will accumulate over time, and eventually you won’t even recognise who you used to be.

34 notes • Posted 2021-03-25 03:01:32 GMT

Delilah Briarwood has been killed three goddamn times so... is she a lich??? Her official status says “Dead (zombie)” but she’s confirmed to be Laudnas patron, and I don’t believe zombies are that powerful. Laudna is a warlock of the undying, so her patron is most likely someone like a lich or a vampire, but I don’t believe Sylas ever turned Delilah into a vampire.

In Cr1E114 it was revealed that the reanimated Delilah was beheaded (and presumably killed) but the fact that she’s hanging around Laudna means she’s still here to some degree.

Jesus what if Laudna is something like a horcrux for her, or is somehow her phylactery? Laudna was definitely killed by the Briarwoods or by something related to the Briarwoods.... but then just. Brought back. And she doesn’t know what by, but she’s clearly close enough to Delilah’s voice to have a nickname for her (’D’) and seems more... amusedly annoyed? by her. I guess 30 odd years of having someone else in your head will do that.

Delilah is also a necromancy wizard so she could definitely have reanimated Laudna (either on purpose or by accident). Maybe that’s how Laudna became her warlock?

44 notes • Posted 2021-12-03 11:36:50 GMT

As much as I want Robbie to become a permanent cast member, I think Cyrus’ introduction was intended as a potential exit for Dorian. We know he didn’t necessarily leave his family on the best of terms but it sounds like something is going on there, potentially something dangerous. Maybe the people who attacked the Mahaan Lumas and the Air Ashari also attacked Dorian’s family? We know they’re fairly high up nobility.

Regardless, I do think we may be seeing Dorian exit, after which Travis’ new character will probably be introduced. While 8 people is doable for a campaign, it can be difficult to manage (speaking from personal experience here), even for the best of DMs and most don’t want to do it for a prolonged campaign. Even if Dorian exits now I don’t think it will be the last we see of him! He can definitely pop in and out as a recurring special guest.

Then again I do hope he stays and we get to see Dorian and Travis’ new PC interact. I love this groups dynamic so far its so much fun. And I really love the energy Robbie brings to the table both as himself and as Dorian.

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Hello! I don't know if we can answer to comments directly on posts but apparently no, I always use to answer to comments, that's why I'm here ;) Chincho? Hmm, sounds really asian, Chin, China, like the Chai kingdom? Don't take me wrong, I'm certain that Sarasaland and Daisy won't unfortunately appear in SMO but this could and I said could be a reference. In SML, the enemies kept their japanese names overseas, what isn't the case with current enemies. So perhaps that they occidentalized the name!

...most, if not all of the Sand Kingdom (where you meet these creatures), is based on one of the creators’ trip to Mexico.

There’s nods to other cultures here and there, such as the moai enemies (called Moe-Eye) and the upside down pyramid, so I’m not going to think anything outside of Mexican culture is impossible, but with the whole trip to Mexico in mind, it should be made clear that several elements in this kingdom do have influences to Mexico.

The Chincho fellas are these weird, purple skeleton creatures with flower-shaped pupils that emerge from the sand at night. They bear quite a resemblance to the Tostarenans, the town folk in the Sand Kingdom, which are obviously influenced by Día de los Muertos, a Mexican kind of holiday (literally meaning “Day of the Dead”).

Pionpis are zombie-like creatures based on the Chinese Jiangshi, which is a hopping vampire/ghost/zombie thing. It’s also dressed in typical Chinese clothing, unlike the Chinchos.

I doubt that the Chinchos have been influenced by the Pionpis in any sort of way. “Chincho” also sounds much more like something Mexican.

If anything, they remind me more of the Stalchilds from Zelda.

#wearealldaisy

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