iasip kinktober day 8: biting, intoxication (charden)
The first time Charlie bites someone, he’s 10 years old. Mac is being extremely annoying so Charlie pins him to the ground and bites his neck like a tiny vampire. Mac yelps, shoving Charlie to the ground. It takes a while to understand, but Mac tells him it hurts.
When he gets home, he bites his own hand to see, but it doesn’t hurt him. He stares at the marks on his hand, like tiny pink craters and smiles.
Over the years, he learns to tame this aspect of himself, at least for the most part. But the instinct never truly goes away. Everyone around him is obsessed with kissing. He sees it on tv and hears about it in the halls at school.
Charlie wishes biting was the same as kissing: A first bite. French biting. Hershey’s bites.
From the moment they meet in high school, Charlie likes listening to Dennis talk. Not all the time—sometimes he sounds like a president or an actor. But he’s funny, too. He likes when Dennis smiles at him. He has nice teeth. Pretty ones, even. But sometimes he smiles like it’s something else. Like an animal baring its teeth. Charlie likes that too.
waawawaaa I miss you Ashley! it’s been truly so long that i can’t find any of our replies or messages OTL but I’m back kind of...like i never actually left but I’ve been more of a viewer ?? lol, anyways so many stuff has happened!! that we hadn’t screamed about D: including the ultimatum to tumblr that finally went away mostly? and here we are...adfasdf how are you!!??!??!?!??! omg it’s really been so long, ! I’m fine btw, going to work and just recently, teaching :B! that’s what has been consuming my whole life, all sucked up in a black hole of work to do..And also look at how big the family is ^ ..............I’m just recalling I never showed them to you before!! but well, look at them babies, and baby Sehun is on his way T u T I can’t wait to have him pampered by all his doll hyungs <333 bc I bet he’ll be just like real OSH <3 u <3 adsfad, and also also...YES I SAW DEVIL YIXING, i hate him so much, he looked so fine with that pink suit :c and the performance was awesome. Had you looked at fancams of exo in chile, thats what im doing rn...and found a cam with sehunnie looking so young??? these kids just age backwards! i need them secrets asap god, i’m ‘bout to turn 25 next tuesday, a quarter of a century .-. and i dont feel ready for that just yet D: waaa what to do, nothing i guess. I keep fangirling here and i just wrote you a book! sorry....lots of love and hugs for you dear Ashley <333333
Characters: Chess, a bit of Garret
Prompt: Transformation
TW: body horror, whump, general weird shit, drug mention
There was the pain of falling. The pain of plummetting out of the sky, be it metaphysical or real, more real than anything else, crashing and feeling like she should have broken every bone in her body and yet somehow it was worse.
(You don't break what you are without shedding a few tears.)
And then there were stupid little pains, the pain of rejection, the pain of hitting her head on the ceiling when she got into bed with a college student who still slept in a fucking bunk bed for crying out loud.
The pain of forgetting.
Yet somehow, Chess mused hazily as she twisted and turned in the nest of blankets that did so little to numb the pain, this was quickly promising to top even that.
Maybe the worst thing about this was that they had an audience. But like Garret, she had given up on scowling or pleading a while back. It was useless anyway, and there was something inside of her that tugged her back every time she felt like lashing out. This feeling of almost-dread in her stomach that distracted from her anger until it was empty, fizzling out like a cheap candle.
I can't do this, she thought. And then, like a faint whisper that was almost her own conscious but not quite, I have to.
For the first time in a very, very long time, purpose drove her to her hands and knees and before she could even try and hate it, her head went foggy and fuzzy and she dropped her head, subdued.
Next to her, Garret let out a snarl, and she reached out blindly until she could grab his hand.
It had started in her feet. The faint, elegant marks that curved around her ankle like a bracelet had started to buzz, almost like an itch that she had scratched absently only it had never gone away. And even sleepy as they were all the time now, curling up in a heap of blankets to try and get comfortable, it had gotten to the point of discomfort.
Even Garret rubbing her feet hadn't helped, which really was a fucking crime in and of itself.
But it had spread, insistent, until she couldn't lay still any more no matter how often she got one of those nice drinks, or soft whispers and headpets that made her dizzy and liquid with pleasure.
God, she missed that feeling now. She would definitely take feeling out of it and drunk over... whatever the fuck this was.
With a groan, Chess slowly lowered herself until she was curled up on her side, ankles crossed and pulling her knees to her chest in an attempt to hide from the pain that seemed to make her bones feel like lava.
I don't like this, she meant to say, eyes wide and scared as she watched Garret writhe in similar pain. But the words died in her throat when a sharp jolt shot through her spine until she arched her back, twitching. Panting a little, Chess waited for the pain to reside, for her limbs to start obeying her again so she could stomp off in search of answers.
It didn't reside.
Worse, it grew until Chess was gritting her teeth, hugging herself and barely noticing the way her nails got caught on something on her stomach because that itch was a mild annoyance only faintly in the back of her mind compared to the way the rest of her ached. Against her will even her hips twitched, rocking in the air for a moment until she let out another grunt of pain and rolled back on her hands and knees.
Something was wrong inside of her, but it was too far through the fog for her to reach it. All she could do was watch with wide eyes at the marks on her hands writhe, hair plastered to her face with sweat as she scratched at her blankets.
Even her knees gave way, and when she flopped down, her eyes rolled back with the agony that shot through her spine. It was like lightning and for a moment she thought she'd died, really died, like- called-back-to-heaven-to-be-executed-died. Surely that's what this would be like. As if all her bones had been replaced with lava or lightning that coursed through the tainted flesh until she was jerking helplessly, barely even aware Garret's hand had slipped from hers as well.
Then, she heard a crack.
With a yelp, Chess twitched and tried to push herself up, look at her legs because the pain had gone from agony to numbness to fire in about .5 seconds and it made her shiver in fear. But all she could manage was a half-hearted attempt until her arms stopped obeying her, too heavy and sensitive for her to even try and support herself.
Her flesh was melting, she was sure of it. Somewhere between the itching and the fever-like nap they'd taken something had shifted and she could barely keep her eyes open, could barely focus on anything as something jerked her and she arched her back, whimpering.
With a groan, Chess gave up on trying to sit or move and merely turned her head, throat too dry to even scream even though she really, really wanted to at the sight of her lover.
Garret was curled up like she had been, his hair a fucking mess and pale as a sheet- more than normal, even. All his braids had come undone and he was snarling at nothing, eyes a misty silver that didn't seem to see her even though she tried to whimper his name. Slowly, terrified, Chess let her gaze wander down his body. He'd been naked, she was sure of it, they both had been; and yet now it seemed like something covered him from the waist down, some twisting, pulsating mass that looked rough to the touch.
His legs, his legs were definitely the worst, she thought faintly. Maybe it was the pain or the fever or the whatever-it-was-in-the-drink but it looked like his legs were melting together, flesh writhing and discolored. Like it was peeling off almost, Chess mused, and wrenched her eyes shut as another wave of pain took her breath away.
Somewhere between one ragged breath and the next, her own legs went numb, and Chess almost sobbed in relief.
“I will go to your house and bleed on every piece of furniture and clothing you own” - @ness-paula
“Gonna have to pelt you with small erasers” - @keyhollow
“What an unsightly sack of festering cocksores” - @ohgodhesloose
“either go fuck yourself or go outside and pet a dog" @hugesucc-ess
“He will have glitter in every crevice of his existence until he dies" - Brian Spatz
“you unfortunate limp daffodil” -yours truly
“americans don't believe in the existence of other countries” - @wetdalmatians
“that repulsive little orange monkey that’s currently pretending that it’s a real president instead of a fucking mistake shit out into the world by garbage” - @thefingerfuckingfemalefury
There's a difference between passing as your gender (i.e. not getting immediately misgendered by strangers) and passing as not trans. I will always pass as cis, because our society has decided masculine clothing and presentation are "neutral." So I'm either read as a cis woman with a somewhat masculine style or a cis man with young features. Never anything in between.
I've always been so offended when people compare Nicole to Danny and tonight I was like Nicole??? Why you make me seem wrong??????
me? like to be fair i didnt watch the episode (i had a show tonight) so i dont know the full context of anything that’s going on so idk but that gifset..,,
