Absolutely Lost It Over This Fic By @neuro-psyche So. Have This Comic O(- (

Vampire villain biting hero without being aware of it because of how hungry they were. Hero starts having a painful transformation and villain didn't notice until they meet with hero again??

I just really liked the idea and i love your writing.

tw: blood

“Hero.”

The villain frowned, their eyes narrowing at the sight of their nemesis doubling over, clutching their stomach. They sucked in a painful gasp of air, before gritting their teeth, and clumsily straightening up.

“Fight me,” they demanded, their voice hoarse. “I’m fine.”

The villain hummed under their breath, hardly threatened by them. They easily noticed the painful pinpricks on the side of their neck, their memories resurfacing uneasily. Villain remembered that in their bloodlust, they’d fed on the hero, despite their unwillingness.

They had been so out of control and they knew it had shaken the hero up badly. It had been so long since that night, but Villain could sense something wrong with them.

And it wasn’t because they were scared.

The air around them smelled different, and the villain prowled closer, curiousity calling them. “Look at you. You can hardly keep yourself up. What’s wrong?”

The hero looked furious, their expression twisting into a grimace, before a loud groan tore from their throat. They quickly collapsed onto their knees, just barely caught by the villain’s awaiting arms.

“Fuck you,” they gasped angrily, whining in pain as they curled in on themselves, clutching their stomach desperately. “You...did something to me. Fuck, it hurts, Villain. Everything hurts.”

The vampire’s eyes widened in recognition. “That’s why your scent is different.” They murmured, clutching gently onto the hero. They seemed hypersensitive to their touch, shivering if they pressed too hard. “You’re turning.”

“Turning?” The hero growled out, before they dissolved into trembling cries, pinching their eyes shut. “Too bright, too bright. It hurts.”

Villain guided them to the shadows, letting them rest on the floor. The hero whined when Villain pulled away, and they pressed a hand to their forehead, feeling how burning hot and clammy the skin was.

“Why didn’t you come to me?” The villain chastised, frown on their brows. Hero bit back another insult while they were verging on another painful wave of nausea.

“I don’t like you,” they grumbled, shuddering at the pain. “You did this! You did it on purpose...”

The villain knew it was useless to tell them they hadn’t meant to. They cut open a small vein on their wrist, placing a hand on the back of Hero’s head.

“Here, drink this,” they ordered quietly, knowing the hero’s senses would be heightened to an unhealthy amount. They tried to jerk away, shaking their head.

“I’m not drinking that. I’m not like you.”

Villain sighed. “It will speed up the process. And make it a little less painful.”

“I don’t want to speed it up,” Hero snapped, gasping at another zap of pain up their spine. “I don’t want to be like you...”

Villain shook their head, and pushed their wrist against the hero’s mouth. Defiance sparked in their pain filled eyes, but they quickly succumbed to the taste on their tongue, sucking desperately at the blood. Villain stroked the back of their head, supporting them, before moving away.

Hero released a trembling sigh, unwilling to fight as the villain helped them onto their feet.

“Let’s go someplace better, all right?” They whispered.

The hero didn’t argue this time.

bro you having an existential crisis?

Humans are weird

Hey there demons, it's ya Boi. I have no thoughts, head empty but that brings me to my point. How much of social media is just mindless thoughts? Like really why do we do this, do aliens do this? Just randomly talk about anything to complete strangers. Would they find it weird? Find out thoughts weird? Just imagine the senario, trying to show an alien your phone and then bringing up the topic of social media.

Alien: So you just say things and people listen?

Human: well yes but only certain things, like funny shit or fun ideas. No one likes to listen to the stupid things we read

Alien: then why read it if it's bad? Why not ignore it or not look?

Human: well some people just have the need to argue and we like to watch, it's funny to laugh at stupid people. But we mainly just look at cat videos, here look at this one-

Alien: You watch those willingly?! They are royalty where I am from!! You should pay money for this!!!

Human in a quiet voice:….. I fucking knew it.

literally just a guy!!

I don't have a name for him yet, but I had a dream where I was like some sort of experiment and I could glow and shit, but I had to draw him cause I thought it was cool

You’re early.

I missed you.

Found pages: 1,2

I am INVESTED in this story

tw: kidnapping, non-con drugging

The boy skidded to a halt, almost crashing into a tall body lurking in the middle of the street. He fumbled to steady his footing from the brick wall of a man that blocked his way, brows furrowed instantly in annoyance.

The sun was setting beyond the horizon and the sky had gone a dark red, with ashy grey clouds filling the expanse. The mask sitting on the man’s face made the boy initially think this was Mercenary. But when his head tilted down, finally drawing his attention to the smaller boy, he realised it wasn’t.

The child instantly went sheepish and blushed in embarrassment, having made a fool out of himself in front of an odd stranger.

“Sorry, mister,” he grumbled out, staring up at him with unblinking eyes. He was dressed in a similar get up to Mercenary, with the mask and all. Skulking in the shadows until he found what he was looking for...

The child felt uneasy as the man chuckled under his breath, folding his arms across his chest.

“It’s real creepy lurking on the streets,” the boy sniffed as he imitated his stance, puffing out his chest. “Especially with a Halloween costume.”

The masked man cocked his head. “And don’t you think its a little irresponsible to be talking to strangers?”

The child pouted. “I can look after myself! I’m not a kid.”

“That so?” came the dryly amused response. The boy nodded his head firmly; he hated people thinking he was some weak brat. Mercenary did it all the time and it grated profusely on his nerves. Giving the man one final sweep, the child hummed and blinked up at him.

“Are you one of those contract killers?”

The masked man didn’t move. “Yes, I am.”

Oh. The boy wasn’t expecting such a blunt answer. Was he telling him because he thought he was harmless? He scrunched up his nose and narrowed his eyes at him.

“Then can you kill somebody for me?”

The killer shrugged his shoulders, as if in playful exasperation, and reached for his belt. “Sure. After I’ve done this job.”

Pinched between his two fingers was a rectangular card, flashing it towards the boy smoothly. He took it from him, all while giving him a perplexed, yet judgmental stare.

“Contract killers don’t have business cards.”

“This one does,” he responded with a light chuckle. “How else are people meant to find me?”

“But Merce–” The boy caught himself and stumbled to cover his tracks. “–the people on the television shows say it’s just through the right connections.”

The masked man hummed. “You’re old enough to tell fiction apart from reality, aren’t you?”

The child’s expression wrinkled in anger and he sent him a deadly glare. He flipped over the card and glanced at the front, making a note to ask Mercenary about this guy. He seemed illegitimate and wondered if he was any good at his job at all.

“Of course I am, I’m not...” His heart sank to his boots and his words fizzled out on his tongue. His eyes were wide as he stared at the name on the front of the card, a name Mercenary had warned him about, a name he was meant to stay away from.

Stupid.

It was Mercenary’s rival. The rival that was out to kill them both. Along the ground came a bright stream of light, and the sound of a car slowly rolling up the pavement. The boy swallowed the parched lump in his throat and subtly glanced behind him, watching the black car come to a stop.

He bit the inside of his cheek and turned his focus back on the killer, who was already staring at him. The child could almost feel the smirk.

“I have to go...” He whispered shakily. He couldn’t hide the fear in his voice or his body. “I have to go.”

He turned to run, but a strong force yanked him back by the collar of his shirt, sending him crashing onto the hard floor. He scraped his hands and hissed in pain.

“Stay a bit,” the masked man cooed, his haunting steps coming closer by the second. “After all, I did say I had a job to do.”

The child scrambled onto his feet, ready to break off in a run. But he felt huge arms grab him and yank him back into the hard body, pinning him there. He instantly began thrashing frantically, swinging his legs in the air as he was carried back.

“Help!” He screamed, shredding his vocal chords as tears welled in his eyes. “Mercenary, help! He–”

A gloved hand closed around his mouth and nose, cutting him off. His fingers dug into the man’s wrist as he squirmed uselessly, gasping in pain when he felt the smack of hard leather seats beneath his body.

He lashed out with his legs and kicked viciously as the killer climbed in afterwards, shutting the car door behind him. There was something in his hand and the child cried out in fear, hands scrambling at the locked door opposite.

“No–” He wailed, terror flashing in his eyes as a hand wound through his hair and tugged him back. Something sharp pricked at his neck, and the boy tried reaching lazily for the door handle. His vision started swirling and his arm slumped against the seats.

Voices became too hazy to hear, and in a daze, the small child fell deeply unconscious.

Tfw your necklace has its own consciousness and tells you to kill your friends #juststonekeeperthings

WHaT dO YOU MEAN BY “gOOD OMENS IS BACK”??????????????????????????

Short Prompt #941

CW: murder mention.

The human sighed, collapsing onto their bed as the moon slowly rose over the horizon. They silently watched the sky change colors through their window before finally closing their eyes.

They lay on their back, resting their hands on their stomach, and ignored how the mattress dipped next to them. Sharp claws gently traced their cheek before the monster spoke.

"Can I kill them yet?"