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240607 music bank give me that : kun
post this hatchair in your favourite blog's inbox when they least expect it
(mwahahah!! you get one right back >:))
(you don't have to send it to someone else again if you don't want to shdfdsf)
REALLY??????
Finally.
they gave you polls!!
LET THE POLL HELL BEGIN
daily polls! daily polls!!!
fuck daily polls, post them hourly
Can you write a short story on Epel, Rook, and Vil where Epel is having a bad day and Vil and Rook just come to the rescue and helps him feel better?
Sorry for the long response! I hope this was definitely worth the wait!
"I don't WANT to become like you..."
𝙰 𝙿𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚎: 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚃𝚆𝚂𝚃𝚡𝙳𝙰𝙻: 𝙿𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚎 (𝙿𝚕𝚘𝚝).
𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚙𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝.
< | Warning - l o n g reading ahead! | >
𝕰pel felt as if he was catching a fever.
Vil meticulously inspected Epel, before sighing in defeat. The blonde held his oily face into his hands - the pressure of the spotlight was eating him whole.
The trio (or internationally known as "The Aphrodities") was constantly spotlighted after their grand debut. At first, Vil was thrilled - the whole world finally recognizing the efforts he made. Their spiking popularity gained them opportunities such as live interviews, speaking to admiring fans, and most of all - sharing their uplifting stories.
But then it all became too much.
They became bombarded with sickly fan mails, excruciating world tours, and constant footprints of paparazzi clinging unto their new doorstep. Sleep became a nuisance, forcing the trio to output content for their viewers to devour like wolves.
It wasn't until Epel dropped to the floor during one of their live interviews that Vil started to grasp the gravity of the situation.
For once, Vil wanted to go back to a life of freedom - even if they were neglected like orphans.
Rook sat at Epel's wooden table, skimming through Epel's letters in boredom. His maimed hands opened one of the heart-shaped letters, his face clouded with solemnity. The letters were getting to him. He slowly crushed it, suffocating its contents before throwing it into the garbage.
The blonde grabbed a wooden chair from Epel's bedroom, sitting next to the glowing idol. Vil placed a silky rag, the cloth icy to the touch. He could feel the ice evaporating thanks to Epel's high temperature. Maimed hands traveled down to Epel's smooth hand, before leaving a lingering kiss.
"See you soon, Monsieur Crabapple."’
◉ <?> ◉
An echoing void. A void filled with his own screams.
That's what the lilac thought as he entered here.
Epel couldn't pinpoint where he was, but he knew that he needed to find a way out.
He woke up groggily, turning back and forth to find any resemblance of the world he'd known before. Rather his small, petite form was surrounded by an assortment of red apples and polished mirrors. Each mirror was distinct and varied in shape and size, distorting the unfamiliar being before them.
Each of them was smashed, shattered, and destroyed upon impact. Some had multiple to no specks of dust, while some had a fog of smoke engulfing the mirror within. What was inside of them - the male couldn’t guess - but there was one mirror that stood out amongst the others.
A lavender oval-like mirror caught his vision, its contour decorated with rotted vines and golden apples. Inside, laid an endless but familiar darkness, with a vaguely nostalgic feeling.
Within seconds, a dark purple poison apple appeared. Epel furrowed his eyebrows, fixated. He pressed his hand forward, eager to satiate his curiosity.
Suddenly, a crack echoed into the air.
“Ah...S-Shoot!”
The lilac felt himself pricking his ankle, picking up the mirror in front of him.
Immediately, he stood as still as a statue.
Epel had Vil's appearance, resembling characteristics of his Astral Form. His hair was well-combed and his skin was fair-toned, and beautiful, intricate details flowing from his chest to his shoulders.
However no crown, no halo was placed above his head. Golden robes and lavender crystals covered his arms instead.
"Why am I like...? What? W-What's going on...!" He turned his head back and forth, trying to look for an answer through the mirror.
As if they heard his plea, a shadowy figure encapsulated the space inside the mirror. Only violet eyes were radiated through the mirror, glaring.
Epel threw the looking glass away in horror, exhaling hitched breaths. His hands practically trembled in fear, his eyes widening in shock. He started crying, afraid...
Afraid that he would never be himself...
Afraid that he would become like him...
Afraid of becoming like Vil.
"SMASH!!!"
A black hand broke through the mirror, dyed in its own blood.
"There you are, Epel..." The voice pursued. "...come with me. We have a lot of things to catch up on..."
Before the lilac, laid a grotesque figure covered in darkness. Its movements were sporadic, filled with bloodied glass shards. There were only those scornful eyes, and no nose, no mouth could be seen. The figure was slightly hunched, trapped in its own garments. It was as if the clothing was suffocating it from the inside out.
A crown made with glass sank through its skin. Finally, a bloody halo rotated around him, causing the figure to groan and grunt in pain.
"No! I don't want to come with you!"
"You will...you want to keep this life, don't you? S-Stop being so un-grate-grateful..."
"I'm not! Every single time you tell me that I am, but don't you feel the same way!?!"
Epel threw mirrors, apples, anything to prevent the being from coming any closer.
"E-Epel...please..."
"I've had enough, Vil! I'm tired of acting like you!"
Epel screamed, letting his raw emotions out.
"I don't WANT to become like you!"
The figure retracted.
Within seconds, it lunged over the male's figure. Its sharp fingernails clutched Epel's face, sinking it into his jaw.
"Then you will learn to become like me...for our sake."
Darkness overtook his vision.
◉ <Caera, Eudoxia - The Aphrodites' Villa, Epel's Room> ◉
Light blue eyes shone in the twinkling moonlight. The lilac took deep breaths, trying to recuperate from the nightmare he was in.
"Ah, Monsieur Crabapple!" Rook clasped his hands together, beaming with joy. "Welcome back!~"
Epel shook his head. A loving smile planted on his face.
"I told you to stop calling me that..." He murmured. "Where's Vil-..."
...No response came.
The petite male glanced at the freshly-picked roses and the enormous, fluffy teddy bear beside him. He must've squeezed on it by accident when he woke up.
"...Oh."
In a flash, Epel slammed the teddy bear and the roses onto the wall, spreading the dark red petals onto the ground.
The male growled, curling under the sheets. He clutched the fabric tightly, sighing in defeat.
He really needed to go back to bed.
I AM DEAD HELP ME OMG.. I'm literally crying 😂
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