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Doodles of the sigil conversation (Post ASIAS, pre- Hollow Mind)

“I love you”

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.

Nono you don't understand. I need a part two-

Short Prompt #1005

(Version without glitchy text is under the read more)

The door closes behind you with a soft click, your body slumping under the weight of reality. A sigh leaves your lips as you walk further into the room, throwing your clothes off and nearly shredding them with your claws.

Great relief washes over your form once you remove your bindings and stretch out the nubs that used to be your wings. Being forced to hide them every day for the sake of the family’s image was exhausting, but it’s not like you had a say in the matter.

The bedsheets embrace you upon lying down, the soft silk feeling pleasant against your skin, giving you something else to focus on aside from the discomfort in your stiff, unused wings. But still, try as you might; you can’t help but whine as every little movement brings a jolt of pain to your muscles, making you wish for reprieve.

“Y̼͂o̠͒u c̣̈a͟͡l͔̄l̹̋ed̳̏~?”

The dark, familiar voice rumbles from beneath your bed, deep and enticing as always. You groan in annoyance and hide your face in the pillows, not wanting to deal with the demon.

“Dḛ͋mõ͙n̖̾? Ó̰h̺͛…, w̭̿hy͓̋ mu̟̇s̭̅t̥̓ y̛̟o̖͡u̼̎ w͍̌ọ̕u̟͒nd m̜͡e̽͜ so…~?” the beast sulks playfully, taking great amusement in your displeasure.

“Yo̼̓u k̳̎n̨͡ô̮ẃ͢ I c͂ͅoǔ̦l̖̈́d ḥ͆eḻ̕p̼͊, d͓͘ar͎̆li̝͆ng̡̀~.”

You feel the mattress dip down on either side of you as the monster looms over you, trying to get a rise out of you. It barely even registers in your head that you’re only in your underwear, having to deal with the annoying creature for weeks now. You’ve simply stopped caring at some point.

Silently, you question whether you have the energy to argue with the beast today, and with a grimace realize that the answer is ‘no’. 

And so, you slowly turn to lie on your stomach, grumbling under your breath as the monster begins to purr above you.

“T̠͑ha̳̓t͙͒ wã͇ş͞ń̜'̝͝t̟͐ s̉ͅo h̙̿ạ͌r̺͛d̛, n͉̐o̲̚w̛͚ w̍͢a̺͌s͇̈́ î̜t̹̆~?” it asks, not expecting an answer as it begins to massage your sore muscles, and you can’t help how your face heats up with a flush. The monster happily serves you as your mind begins to drift in and out of sleep beneath its touch.

You know well what kind of game the creature is playing, trying to get on your good side, so you’ll free it from its prison. And damn it all, the proposal of eternal power and comfort is starting to feel more alluring every day.

(Version without glitchy text)

The door closes behind you with a soft click, your body slumping under the weight of reality. A sigh leaves your lips as you walk further into the room, throwing your clothes off and nearly shredding them with your claws.

Great relief washes over your form once you remove your bindings and stretch out the nubs that used to be your wings. Being forced to hide them every day for the sake of the family’s image was exhausting, but it’s not like you had a say in the matter.

The bedsheets embrace you upon lying down, the soft silk feeling pleasant against your skin, giving you something else to focus on aside from the discomfort in your stiff, unused wings. But still, try as you might; you can’t help but whine as every little movement brings a jolt of pain to your muscles, making you wish for reprieve.

“You called~?”

The dark, familiar voice rumbles from beneath your bed, deep and enticing as always. You groan in annoyance and hide your face in the pillows, not wanting to deal with the demon.

“Demon? Oh…, why must you wound me so…~?” the beast sulks playfully, taking great amusement in your displeasure.

“You know I could help, darling~.”

You feel the mattress dip down on either side of you as the monster looms over you, trying to get a rise out of you. It barely even registers in your head that you’re only in your underwear, having to deal with the annoying creature for weeks now. You’ve simply stopped caring at some point.

Silently, you question whether you have the energy to argue with the beast today, and with a grimace realize that the answer is ‘no’. 

And so, you slowly turn to lie on your stomach, grumbling under your breath as the monster begins to purr above you.

“That wasn't so hard, now was it~?” it asks, not expecting an answer as it begins to massage your sore muscles, and you can’t help how your face heats up with a flush. The monster happily serves you as your mind begins to drift in and out of sleep beneath its touch.

You know well what kind of game the creature is playing, trying to get on your good side, so you’ll free it from its prison. And damn it all, the proposal of eternal power and comfort is starting to feel more alluring every day.

This is just an opinion but I believe out of all the Amulet characters, Trellis is the most well-written.

Why do I believe this? Well because out of all of the characters Trellis feels the most like a real person. When I mean by that is Trellis is, in my opinion, the most thought out character in the series.

He has a personality, he’s relevant to the story, and most importantly, he has GOALS. He wants to help his people and take the thrown and crown away from the elf king who is leading his people in a direction that will lead to their downfall. He helps the rebellion because he WANTS TO. Emily has stated multiple times, that she helps because she feel like she has to which would’ve been an interesting plot point but Kazu Kibuishi abandoned the thought of having an idea like that. Trellis also wants to kind out what happened to his memories that are connected to the elf king which is also RELEVANT TO THE PLOT BECAUSE IT MIGHT REVEAL HOW TO DEFEST HIM.

The more I think about it the more I feel more upset about how Kazu Kibuishi dealt with Emily. Emily felt more like a real character in the first two books. In those books she had a goal. Save her mom. It’s what drove her to accept the amulet and join Leon. It’s what influenced her decisions and made us root for her. In the later books Emily has none of that which is upsetting because she had so much potential.

Short Prompt #1096

“Human? Aren’t you coming?” One of the monsters asked, questioning the human they had rescued and invited to their nest. “It will be a cold night.”

“O-Oh, I’ll be fine. No uhm- No need to worry…” Human trailed off, sitting down in the corner of the nest and wrapping a blanket around themself.

A different monster chirped at them, raising their arm and therefore the covers they were lying under. “Come along, Human. You’re more than welcome to join.”

The human was hesitant, but slowly crawled over and settled beside the others. They let out a surprised squeak when one of the monsters pulled them into the middle of the cuddle pile. “Uh… Thank you…”

The monsters purred in unison, the closest one whispering in their ear. “You’re welcome, Human.”

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Short Prompt #1096

“Human? Aren’t you coming?” One of the monsters asked, questioning the human they had rescued and invited to their nest. “It will be a cold night.”

“O-Oh, I’ll be fine. No uhm- No need to worry…” Human trailed off, sitting down in the corner of the nest and wrapping a blanket around themself.

A different monster chirped at them, raising their arm and therefore the covers they were lying under. “Come along, Human. You’re more than welcome to join.”

The human was hesitant, but slowly crawled over and settled beside the others. They let out a surprised squeak when one of the monsters pulled them into the middle of the cuddle pile. “Uh… Thank you…”

The monsters purred in unison, the closest one whispering in their ear. “You’re welcome, Human.”