new blood;

  sorry mom and dad, i did something bad. please don't get attatched, there's no going back.  

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Only Love Can Hurt Like This || @xhaisevc

Although the lights had returned and power was restored, his mental health was still in shambles. He still sat, crouched beneath his and Kai’s shared desk. His head laid across his knees as he kept his legs pulled to his chest. Slowly, he rocked back and forth as tears continued to trickle down his freckles cheeks. Being alone was probably the worst thing for him, right now.  He’d tried to call his brother to at least talk to the person he was the closest to. But the time difference wasn’t in their favor, tonight. He knew his brother was probably passed out after a drunken night. 

He tossed his phone, not even realizing the power he’d put behind the throw. The expensive phone hit the way with a bang before clattering to the floor. He knew without looking that he’d broken it. Although he was a gentle man, he often forgot that the Gumiho in him wasn’t. It was a Monster with power and rage that he kept inside. He’d had many things happen to him that could have forced the monster to the surface. And maybe if he let it out every once in a while, maybe, he wouldn’t find himself huddled beneath a desk, crying and craving Malachi’s touch. 

His arms tightened around his legs as his cries shook through his small frame. It was times like this that made him remember that he wasn’t better and that he only pretended to be. All of the videos of him smiling and chatting with subscribers, these past months, it all felt like a mask, when his shit finally caught up to him. More times than he’d like to admit, he found himself talking longer showers because he could sit and cry without anyone knowing. Or the days when he told himself that he’d clean or go out but he found himself sitting in bed afraid to leave the confines of his blanket. The sound of the door opening and shutting fell on deaf ears as Ashton found himself lost in thoughts of anxiety.

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He let off an annoyed huff as he an his team scrambled to get back the progress they lost when the power had gone down. He’d been in the middle of editing code from a new game that would be a transfer from indie into a main, three part anthology now being picked up for console. It was already a grueling task as he  the other’s in his body tried to adhere to the guidelines set by the original creator, not wanting to damage the integrity of their beloved game that had been the subject of  buzzing news in the gaming community so long. 

They would be working past quitting time he was sure of it, he and the other four being the most particular developers in their branch, not wanting to return the next day to back track and still try to meet their daily deadline. 

Far to engrossed with picking up the pieces he was unaware of the chaos that had been ensuing around them, the company had sent a majority of people home due to the outage while other’s left to be with kids and family as soon as they’d hit the fifteen minute mark without power. It wasn’t until his phone had been nearing the last ring that he’d picked up initially, recognizing Ashton’s nickname and face on his screen. Before he could fully release his ‘Hello’, the quiet sniffles and sobs of the foxes had him packing up his things before he could even explain what’s wrong.

“I’ll be home soon.” He said simply, not needing much more than that, and before he could be stopped and briefed on what exactly had happened, he was holding his tie as he jogged out the door. 

Suddenly the bus ride was much too long, and he was all but running to their shared apartment, fumbling anxiously with the keys to get in the door. He tossed his laptop case and keys to the side, calling for Ashton through out the dimly lit space. “Ash?” Malachi asked, peering into their bedroom, and then bathroom with no sign of him.

“Ashton.” His tone was more stern now, nervously racking his brain on why he’d been upset and why he hadn’t been answering. His last result landed on their shared office, the ghoul pushing the door open to find his gumiho cowering underneath the desk. “Baby...what happened? And come out from there. I’m here its fine.” His phone had begun to buzz and Malachi for once decided to ignore it completely.

[xhaisevc]

syphavc​:

💭

Out from the building , she grinned at her precious baby, the vehicle. Matte black, down to the rims. She walked to the vehicle, cooing at the pleasing customized job. Dark leather seats, dark trim, light glow of crimson and rose lights along the doors and flooring. Backdoor opened, finger print reader under the right seat releasing the lock and she grabbed the blood bag from the cooler, glass straw breaking through before she lifted it to her lips. 

She sensed him before she saw him, locking back her little treat box and closing the back door. There he was, with even greater annoyance on his face than she last left it. She held the laugh that built at the sight of him. His words returned, the self proclaimed terror with a sulk, it was terribly cute. “Who?” she asked then immediately didn’t care further. “The white suites my outfit, tied together by my bag”, she corrected then looked over the finished product with a hum once, then again, before settling on his hair. 

Soft chuckling slipped past the straw returned to her mouth. His complaints meant little, as still he was there. She imagined for a moment, he protested. Suppose, the proclaimed scary ghoul refused to meet her, refused the little game she had built? But that only led to one place, and the limited possibilities held no luster.

She turned to the door of the SUV then looked back at the male. Free laughter passed before she opened the passenger car, easing up and within. “Get in hubby, we need to see a man about the paint on a Lamborghini.” Seated, she looked out at him. “You know where yes?”

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The ghoul shot her a look, “you don’t know who Robyn Thicke is?” He deadpanned raising a brow. “Damn, I knew you were old but not that old, even my mom knew who he was and she was like...thirty? You’re probably younger than that right?” He asked her genuinely, looking at his reflection in the sleek, black vehicle. The ghoul couldn’t lie, he did look pretty nice, the white bring out the slight tan in his skin. 

Malachi went to reach for the passenger door, surprised when sypha slipped inside before he’d gotten the chance too. His brows raised, one hidden behind the patch on his eye. “Wait- what-...I’m driving? No fucking way.” The grin the split his lips was one of child like giddiness, the ghoul tipping happily on his toes as he rounded the back of the SUV. He pulled the door open, sliding into the drivers seat. Fingers caressed the key in its ignition and Kai went on to turn it, the smooth engine roaring to life. His smile hadn’t faded, his love of cars had still simmered beneath the surface nursing the wounded child that was settled there.

“I’m going to assume you’re talking about the only body shop in the whole city worth any note and the only one you and your brother go to?” He said with a slight chuckle, putting the car in drive before pulling to the drive of the parking lot. The click of the blinker ticked to fill the silence as he waited to turn out of the drive, rolling down the street to the light. “I really need to know what kind of sick pleasure you get out of this.” The ghoul ask, leaning back in his seat, resting his wrist on the wheel as he waited at the light.

[xhaisevc]

vcmanikal​:

* She rolled her eyes goodnaturedly. “Oh, I’m sure you were drowning in pussy. However,” Maja went on, “If I were into twinks, I could see the appeal of wanting to split you like dry firewood.” Maja caught sight of the other man’s eyepatch when he readjusted his sunglasses. Due to her previous speculation on his species, she was inclined to think it had something to do with it. Then again, there were several other mortal, average reasons one would use an eyepatch. She had to, yet again, prevent herself from simply asking. “But I don’t even do anything explicit on my streams,” she blinked up at him with innocent brown eyes. That was true - for the most part. Though she could be suggestive at times, her streams were relatively PG, proving that men will fap to just about anything. “Wow, a cool friend present. That’s sweet,” she said. “I’m going to get you something, too. But it’s going to be a surprise.” A devilish smirk flipped up the corners of her lips, but given the softness of her features, even her smirks were more cute than devious. This smirk quickly became a tiny ‘o’ of surprise as Kai guided her to his other side. Once she realized what was going on, Maja’s chest swelled. With what, Maja was not entirely sure, but whatever it was, it made her want to give her friend a hug. She refrained. It was unusual for her to not take umbrage with a guy being protective of her, but with Kai, it felt okay. It felt genuine, unmotivated by a desire to own her. Maja clapped with excitement. “Adventure for titties! We’re kinda like The Goonies, but gayer and hornier.” She looped her arm with his. The desire to hug him had not dissipated and had, in fact, grown stronger. This would do. “In the meantime, what do you say we play a game of Twenty Questions? In honor of this being our first IRL meeting, and all. I’ll go first.” 

She screwed her lips to the side in thought. "If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?“

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“You don’t have to get me anything, really. I didn’t have a lot for awhile, so getting things for my friends is kind of like me giving back to the universe for all the times I had to have my hands in their pockets to eat.” He said honestly. “Sorry for the oversharing, but seriously, just let me get the shoes for you and as my gift in return, you accept them, aaaaand don’t stop immediately being my friend after spending the day with me.” The ghoul gave her a sad smile though he bombed into her gingerly.

Malachi couldn’t remember the last time he made a new friend, let alone one of the female variety. His time in school around other women led to him being the butt of many jokes, and used for what could offer. The money helped put food in their bellies but being used as a personal dildo had gotten old a lot faster than he expected. Only for those same women to flutter and disappear when he and Ashton had become public knowledge.

“Okay but is it technically gay for me if I’m also lookin for titties hm?” A genuine smile spread across his thick, pink lips, as Maja’s arm slipped into his own, Malachi going to shove his hand into his pocket to keep her arm in place. He leaned over, letting his forehead touch the top of hers as an added measure of skin ship. 

He nodded, “I think....okay do you want a like super deep answer or a super like regular answer? Because the super regular answer is like, making myself either full ghoul or full human, this half shit is fucking annoying if I’m honest.” Malachi said with a chuckle. He paused for a moment as he continued to lead her towards the food stall he could see in the distance. “Okay for you, if you could chose anyone in the world to switch places with for a day, who would it be and why?”

[xhaisevc]

vcxxangel​:

the rumble in his stomach returned. it panged and ached, twisting behind his hunger. calling for him desperately to indulge. alucard had taken the hard part out of the equation, his prey was sitting right before him and all he had to do was eat. 

too many thoughts were tumbling around in his head and one of them was wrapped in the way he leaked and twitched behind his boxers. alucard’s hand sliding and up and down it the only line of defense being the fabric between them had him lost in a flurry of moans when there was a task at hand. 

for a moment he simply held the vampire’s gaze, making sure he meant every word he said. that this  is what he wanted, what turned him on. this is what slithered up and down his spine and whispered delicious secrets into his ear, beckoning him to consume himself in darkness. and malachi was weak. he was much too weak for a situation like this, much too distressed under the pureblood’s gaze that the hesitation simply rolled off his shoulders. his gaze darkened, this time it was deliberate, and without breaking alucard’s eye contact one of the many, hard-coated, legs that poured from his back reeled back in intent. it stood straight like a dog who was ready to attack and with out so much of a blink the pointed end of it darted for this changmin’s arm. 

the wail of pain only made his cock twitch between them, and that made him a bit sick to his stomach. but in still, again, and again, and again until all four limbs had been impaled by his tendrils, they all stiffened to pull them apart from their joints. the sounds of screams and the tearing of bones and flesh bouncing off the walls as blood sprayed over them both. 

it was only then did he turn to face him, still holding each dismembered piece of him skewered in his grip before the final blow. he opened his mouth, the gangly centipede dripping out of his lips before it crawled over to what remained of their victim, burrowing its way underneath the soft of his mandible and through his tongue and mouth before making its way down his throat, tearing apart what was left of the inside until his gurgling and wails of pain ceased, leaving them both in the silence of malachi’s breathless pants.

he simply stared at the heap of limbs, almost in awe of what he’d done. the limbs that once stood tall and firm at attention limply fell behind him before sucking their way back into his skin, only to stop to wear they framed his shoulders like the elaborate collar of a cape. “you’re not...you’re not going to think i’m gross i-if i eat him right?” he needed the reassurance, even as he fell to his knees in hunger, “i’m so...fucking hungry.”

[xhaisevc]

ashtonxvc​:

“Malachi Jin, I love you. I love you with every inch of my being. But if you do not fold your clothes, I will kick your butt.” He stared up at Kai with as much of a threatening look as he could pull off. “Like, seriously, Kai, you need to keep things neat. As you said, we are the only ones who see it and I definitely don’t want to see your clothes just thrown into my dresser.” He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. “But let’s get everything else out away. I don’t want to leave things until the last minute. Cause we will both get busy and unpacking will take ages.”

Ashton stepped away from Kai and headed out to their living room. He opened the box with more of Malachi’s gaming things and took it into their shared streaming room. He began to neatly put things away before taking the box apart and putting it in the recycling pile. “We will also be recycling, Malachi! And I don’t want to hear any back talk about that. Think about all the poor turtles being strangled in the sea!” 

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“baby seriously?” kai asked him raising a brow. “i just  got here and you’re already on my ass about how if i fold my clothes?” the ghoul added, leaning down to press a quick and teasing kiss on the tip of his nose. “okay but when i said we’re the only ones who will see it, that means it doesn’t really fucking matter if they’re folded or not right?” with a slight roll of his eyes he relented, snatching all his things from the drawers and tossing them to the bed to fold when he had the chanced before following the younger out of their now shared bed room. 

taking head to his lead, malachi picked up the rest of his attachments and system cords, beginning to plug things in as ashton pulled them out of the box. as he did so he thought about if living together was such a good idea after all, at the very least right now. he and ashton were so different, and while he stayed with his family often enough as kids they had to play by his parents rules. ones of which were easier to follow because as an adolescent and teen he really had no other choice. “i mean sure for the turtles but again is it really necessary? half that stuff still ends up in a landfill anyways.” he muttered, pressing the cable in to one of his monitors, before straightening it out to attach it to his actual tower.

[xhaisevc]

vcmanikal​:

♡

Maja wrinkled her nose like a garden rabbit, giving her pale-haired companion a teasing look and a pinch on the cheek. She had to stand on her toes to reach. “Aw. Aren’t you sweet. You know, I didn’t get it before but now I can see why you’re such a cock magnet.”

Even with his arm removed from her shoulders, he was close enough for Maja to sense there was something unusual about Kai. Something inhuman. There was a hollowness - an insatiable hunger - that seemed to seep from the young man’s pores. She noted it because it was reminiscent of her own inner void. It wouldn’t surprise her if Kai was supernatural. They were in Agdoeg, after all. This city was a fertile seedbed for the extramundane. Despite this, clear and proper etiquette as to how to broach the lurid species subject had yet to be established. Maja really wished there was a precedent. There were numerous times she wanted to come right out and ask ‘what are you?’ though realized that might read as dehumanizing. Even if none of the parties involved were actually human.

She nodded eagerly at the prospect of American food. Maja had only been to the US once - New York City - and it had been an ephemeral trip. But in that time she’d developed a soft spot for American diner food: cheeseburgers, apple pie, hasbrowns, pancakes the size of hubcaps. At his following suggestion, a big smile rounded her cheeks into clementines. “I’d love to shop. Converse did that collab with Comme Des Garçons Play and I really wanna get a pair of those pink high tops. You know,” Maja went on, “now that you mention it, this Pride really is kind of dick and ball heavy. Where are the sapphics? The lesbians? The titties? I, for one, would love to see some titties.”

☠

malachi practically snorted at her words, “cock magnet?” he repeated, though a brow raised in thought before he shrugged to agree. “i am walking around with three boyfriends, so i guess i am a cock magnet. but i pull pussy too don’t get me fooled. i had all the girls back in south central.” he said with a cheese, pushing the dark shades he was wearing up to push back the hair from his face as they strolled through the street. adjusting the patch over his eye kai gave a heavy sigh. “and you’re one to talk, i can practically hear the guy’s fapping it to you when you stream.

he could feel the coolness of maja’s skin even after he pulled away. it reminded him of alucard in a way, but it was missing something. as if she was walking plastic, not to the touch but in a way that didn’t feel like the cold clamminess that was the vampire’s. it was as if her body didn’t give anything, simply existed, moved, talked, laughed, smiled, but in a programed state and a part of him wanted to ask her if she was a cyborg of sorts. that’d be so fucking dope. was a quick quip in his mind at the thought.

“oh shit really? i have a pair of those, the black ones with the off-white sole? they’re fucking rad, def gotta get you a pair of those. my treat. think of it as a...cool friend present or something hmm?” malachi’s eyes darted around at the trickling feeling of them being watched, he locked his one viewable iris with a guy, who’d been staring at the beauty next to him. to which without a word, he placed both hands on maja’s shoulders and pulled around to the other side of him out of view. “bet that guy watches your streams.” he joked with her nodding his head in his direction.

with a boisterous laugh malachi nudged her softly. “they’re around here some where. i guess the need for dick is a bit more rampant around here. though i would not mind the adventure of searching for some titties.”

[xhaisevc]

vcxxangel​:

malachi swallowed down the lump in his throat as alucard’s firm hands squeezed at the mounds of his impressive backside. a thick, pink bottom lip tucked between his teeth, long dark lashes fluttering shut. a gentle huff of air left the plush tiers of his, blood rushing to the square that housed his groin, forcing it to twitch behind the plaid boxers. “i-,” malachi barely breathed in response, mind going over the words that came from alucard’s lips. he’d do it for him? why did that make heat rush over his ears and face, the thought of him tearing his prey a part so he could eat set some sort of primal  lust in his bones.

like a wound up dog, malachi found himself rutting against the thigh he’d been pulled against, angel’s scent forcing him deep into the realm of submission, the idea of such violence, the blood and gore of it all was so enticing. “i want...” he tried to force out, mind already reeling. “show me how,” he breathed behind a moan. “ i’ll do it if you tell me what to do.” malachi finally relented after a long, probably terrifying beat of silence in their victims mind. 

he could release right then, just at the sheer thought of it all, sliding against his leg like a teenager. alucard’s tone in his ear, mixed with the way his hand palmed his already hardening length had already forced the darkness to cloud the whites of his other eye. the spindly, centipede esk limbs that harbored into his skin creeped out to their full glory, a hound ready to attack at the command of his handler.

[xhaisevc]

rxignvc​:

reign allowed a smile to cut through the low frown of his cheeks. rows of teeth showed an erie glow as he sat at the meeting room table. the grey cast outside of the windows made the scene all too bleak in the best way. he could feel the fear as it wafted into the room, swirling and coddling the hairs of his nostrils and providing him with some sense of pleasure. recruiting malachi had taken awhile. his efforts never went disrespectful declination, but he had to pull files that had spanned back into the single digit days of the ghouls life, and what a record he had. he could have used him for anything he wanted, pretty enough to be made an escort, brute enough to be an assassin, but the only thing that titilated the fluttering of his white wings was his technical skills.

still, he had to be tested. before him sat a vintage revolver, it was crested in gold, the handle on it a white that could put the only reflectant of his strands to shame. “sit.” the dragon said simply, motioing to the lone seat i front of him across the table. “i want to play a game.” 

it was an intimidation tactic, if he sat to play, they both would, but haise hadn’t needed to know that the gun wasn’t actually loaded. he simply needed to know if he’d play with him. if all of the things he was giving him for his service was worth it.

☠

his eyes flicked between the gun on the table and reign’s smiling pearly whites, his fangs sending a shudder down his spine. they didn’t come off as royal and sexy like they had for the dragon’s brother. they came off as evil, and blood thirsty. but even then he still sat, settled between the two of them sat the gun and he wasn’t sure exactly what type of game he was wanting to play with it, but he was sure ‘no thanks’ wouldn’t be the appropriate answer.

his hands felt shaky and he clasped them together in front of himself to keep them from vibrating. he cleared his throat, attempting to not seem so scared. 

“wha-what kind of game? i’m down for anything.” he lied, biting into his bottom lip as he looked such a sinister man over. in his head multiple ideas ran  through his mind at the idea of what could ensue with the doors closed and guarded like this.

[xhaisevc]

vcxxangel​:

Alucard wrapped the younger in a warm embrace, pulling him against his chest before leaning up to capture his pretty mouth in a slow kiss. “I said hungry, baby, not horny.” He gave Kai’s ass a tap before letting go of him. The man beside them stared, confused. “Wait, what’s going on? This is getting weird and I’d rather just leave. You’re both hot but this is awkward.” Alucard moved at a speed that barely gave the man a chance to head for the door. His hand wrapped around his neck and he tilted his head. “You’re not leaving. The moment that you climbed into my car, you signed a deal with the devil.” He released his grip and watched as he fell to the floor, scrambling around in horror.

“Kai, I know when you’re hungry and I know that you like to hide it from us and then refuse to hunt. So, I got you takeout.” He moved to sit on the couch, saving Malachi’s game and turning it off. “So, please, eat. And I’m here for emotional support or whatever.” The man sat cowering in the corner as he looked between the two demons. “Please, I won’t tell anyone that I was here.” Alucard stretched as he stood, walking over and taking the other man’s wallet from his pocket. “Changmin? Look, you’re going to die, tonight. Bitching and moaning about how much you want to live isn’t going to change that. So, please, shut the fuck up.”

☠

it was so easy for alucard to wrap him under his spell. hell he did it with the three of them, he saw the way ashton completely softened in his grip, where he would hear back talk and bargaining (a trait of the fox he didn’t mind because he was the rationally minded one out of the two of them), a simple nod of his head and glossed over eyes at alucard’s command kept his pretty lips sealed. it was this heated poison laced in his kiss, every time it burned his lips and made him melt so easily. even then he drew a gentle moan from malachi’s lips as he kissed him, taking the air in his lungs with him.

like it was instructed to do so, his stomach let off a warped gurgle once more. he looked over at the unsuspecting guy then back up at alucard, ignoring the way he twitched behind his boxers at the grip on his ass. “what? what do you mean?”

he watched eyes wide as alucard lifted the guy off the ground. the saucers hadn’t erupted out of fear, but more so the shock of it all, sprung on him after a hard day of work, unsuspecting as he settled on the couch in the middle of a 2K game. the sadism that burned in his loins matched his aching stomach, seeing alucard in his element as  ‘angel’, such a scary and shocking sight and yet it made him bite his lip in sensual anticipation. 

for a moment his mind clouded with lust, only a moment, before the reality of the situation came back to him in a hot wave. “alucard. did you-” he began in english, hoping their house guest wasn’t multilingual. “you want me to...kill and eat...that guy?” nausea rolled over him at the thought, “i-, maybe... i don’t think i can really i’m so hungry but-” suddenly his mouth watered, the deep red of his left iris glowed while the dark smoke of the other threatened to break away to the same tone, his stomach growling loud to remind him  that half of him was dying of starvation. 

“i-i don’t think i can do it.”

[xhaisevc]

syphavc​:

💭

At his response she laughed, a true sound of her approval of his wit, her hair dancing over the exposed skin at her back. He had sense, and humor. She found herself amused, cheering her sweet brother on for his taste. “Indeed, but while you are dashingly cute, I like them a little scarier than you”, she added, lips curving up mischievously. “There is an innocence within those eyes”, she said holding his gaze for a moment, as if looking directly at the what she saw.  “It is not bad, nor surprising, giving what we are”, she added then shifted her focus, eyeing the creations filling the space. 

And it was true, there in those eyes, even with the different colours, and the very different nature, there lacked a deep darkness found in many in their world. She could wonder on it, analyze his behaviours to ascertain the cause, but she wasn’t his fucking therapist, and her interest resided not in the lacking malady readily viewed from her trained eye, but the question of rage. Truly a favourite emotion.

Still, she hadn’t thought this little play completely through, a clear nod to forgetting a most interesting variable, yet she was going with it. Boredom had led her to stranger things, village burning, orgy attendances, globe hopping to remote locations, what was a little play marital bliss among that list. The lacking of her preferred playmates as of late left her no fucking choice. And well, he was adorable, so why not. 

She all but ignored the mention of the vault, finding such bureaucratic tidings ill suited for the theme at hand, but it did bring yet another variable to mind. This odd eye had no little droplet on his body. That was for the owner of that certain seat, and whatever he was up to. Again, not on theme. Walking from behind the desk, she scoffed at his immature name for a suit. “Now, dear, there will no qualms with my selection because my taste is fucking perfect”, she said turning to look at him, and pulling her phone from her pocket. “You will play with me as I wish, dressed for this role, as I wish”, she looking down to the screen then up with a playful smile, tapping away quick messages to her progeny. “It’s harmless and we’ll have time to truly to get to know each other”, she added as they confirmed. She then continued her walk out. “Two of my darlings will come dress you and then you’ll meet me downstairs.”

Humming she made her way back to her office, approving the white silk Brunelli suit, but opting for the jacket to be kept off, held in hand. Within a semi sheer Rick Owens shirt made her smile, and went well with Ferragamo sneakers to complete the look. Settling back behind her desk she dialed Minjun before sending another message, ‘style his hair appropriately, loose, but held, dashing but sporty.’

She did love dress up. The thought pleased her as she wrapped the last bit of responsibilities, before gabbing the pink crocodile Louis Capucines and headed downstairs, the matte black G Wagon waiting.

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malachi met her with another strong furrow of his brow. “i’m fucking scary what do you mean!” he retorted, his offense settled in zero reason. “i’m in your gang you don’t think i’m scary?” why he needed to prove to her that the ugly side of him existed he wasn’t quite sure but he knew himself more than a pointed, golden gaze like hers never could. outside of his hunger he could still be ruthless, a hairpin trigger rage that left boys pummeled near death on the dirty tile of his high school bathroom floor. he could remember the red hue that clouded his vision as he was tugged off the bar patron that had the nerve to shoot disgusting insults towards his mother, the guy that only refused to press charges to save his own ass rather than caring that a seventeen year old left him in a coma for days.

“i’m just a good dude, doesn’t mean i’m not scary okay.” kai said though he ended his statement with a slight pout. as he listened to nerium speak he was sure the choice in the matter had been taken away long before she entered his work shop. begrudgingly he punched the code in on the little case near his feet, placing the gun he’d been working on into it along with a few of his tools before he locked it back giving her a look that screamed, ‘i don’t want to but i will’ though laced with a comedic undertone. 

and just like she said, once her pretty form walked out of the door, two other’s took her place, carrying a garment bag that only made his eyes roll. “hair and make up? really?” he asked them , though they didn’t respond, only simply began to come at him on all sides, raking through his hair and laying the god forsaken outfit out for him to try on, reminiscent on his first couple days in the group, the addition of elaborate suits and jackets.

with an attitude malachi made his way to their meeting point, the long shirt tucked into the white slacks per his own digression. “i look like fucking robin thicke.” he said to her, nose scrunched in disgust as he looked over the outfit. “all white? seriously? are we supposed to be retiring to a time share in boca?”

[vcxxangel]

Hunger Games // @xhaisevc

When their relationship shifted from colleagues to friends and from friends to lovers, Alucard began to notice a lot of things about Malachi Jin. That included knowing when he was hungry. He knew very well that Kai wouldn’t go out and kill on his own. He would rather starve than to take an innocent life. Alucard, however, he’d kill for Malachi. No questions asked. It pained him to see the other man so hungry. Alucard didn’t care deeply for many people at all. In fact, he could count on one hand the people he would kill for. His siblings, Blue, Kai and Ashton. He hadn’t expected the the couple to become anything special to him.

But the more he spent with the two, the more they’d started to become a part of his everyday life. Long hours spent in the red room with Malachi shifted from boredom to slow kisses and whispered words of affection. He rolled up the sleeves of his Givenchy blouse. His black hair was perfectly styled as he walked through the bar. Eyes followed his every move. He locked eyes with a pretty little thing and knew that it’d be easy to take him home.

He sent a smirk his way and gave a nod towards the door. The man finished his drink and approached him thinking he’d just been chosen for a night with the Alucard Jeup. “You’re even hotter in person. I’ve only seen you in tabloids.” He chuckled. Alucard forced a smile and tan a hand down his cheek. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself. You want to get out of here? Go back to my place?” The man was all too eager to oblige. “I hope you don’t mind if my boyfriend joins too?” The man shook his head. “That’s wow…yeah, I’d like that.”

The ride back to his apartment wasn’t long and before the other man even had a chance to bore him any further with just how good he looked, he was unlocking the door to his place. “Kai?” He called out, knowing he’d be here by now. “Wait, I thought your boyfriend’s name was Red or something like that.” Alucard rolled his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair. “I never said which boyfriend. And the one you’re thinking of is named Blue.” The man blinked slowly. “How many do you have?”

The pure blood was over this man already. “You ask a lot of fucking questions. I have three boyfriends. One will be joining us and no you won’t be the fourth.” He walked into the room and smiled at the pretty ghoul. “Hey, Babyboy, you’ve been looking a bit hungry lately. So, I brought you something.” He said it in such a way that anyone would have thought that he was referring to Kai’s hunger for sex. “What do you think? Will he do?”

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the ghoul trudged through the hall, his entire body had been soaked with sweat and he cursed sony for forcing them to dress in the monkey suits for in office projects. ‘i really need to get a fucking car’, he thought as his shaky and overheated hands tried to push the spare key alucard had given him into the vampire’s, penthouses, lock. he was happy to meet a gush of cool air as the heavy door finally pressed open.

he could have gone all the way to his and ashton’s apartment and enjoyed his own space, but malachi had grown tired of public transport and alucard being so close to his job was the perfect excuse not to do so. the sweat on his forehead was now beading down the sides of his face, sticking his blonde locks to his skin, the red wash long gone.

it was a bit weird, having a key to someone else’s place. hell, he and ashton had moved things a long to get back together in a few months so he hardly needed a key to his place, not to mention he lived with, who was considered a random college friend, for so long. but those close relationships that the two of them made moving to this city by themselves had bloomed into something, strange, but in a good way. and so organically that now that he thought about it, even comfortably de-robing in the eldest’s insanely elaborate bathroom, he and ashton had hardly sat down and discussed it all, simply a unique merger.

the spray of the shower was welcomed, the sticky feeling he had finally rolling off in cloudy water  as he finally got the chance to cool down. as he leaned his head against the stone of the shower wall, his stomach twinged with pain and knotted, a wet, gurgling noise coming from it. he’d had a few slice of pizza before leaving work he couldn’t be this hungry right? he mulled over the thought, purposely excluding the entire second system that shared his body, the one that couldn’t be full off the nutrients that human food had given him. 

after his shower he searched through alucard’s drawers for his own clothing that’d he was sure he’d left awhile ago. coming up with his cut off ‘kiss’ ‘79  tour shirt and a pair of boxers, deciding to opt out of pants. again his stomach tore at himself and the ghoul had to brace himself on the dresser for a moment before making his way to the kitchen, rifling through for some snacks that could at the very least make it subside. coming up empty, though the bags of blood were tempting, he settled down in the living room, running his fingers through his now damp locks and powering on the game system, signing into his own account. it wasn’t long until he heard the door open, his name on his eldest boyfriend’s lips. 

“yo?” he answered not looking away from the screen at first before pausing it turning to look at alucard, brow raising before the both bent in a strong furrow at the stranger, all though quite pretty, stood next to hum. “uh...well...er babe..” kai began before standing to his feet to walk over to the other while still looking at the guy. “i know you and blue...are into stuff like that and we-we’re fine with it  no problem at all but, i’m not really...into the random stranger threesome.” he said giving an awkward look.

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Your Side Of The Bed || @xhaisevcarch

The day had finally come. It felt long overdue but too soon all at the same time. Ashton Kim had been in love with Malachi Jin since he was thirteen years old. If someone had told thirteen year old Ashton that he and Malachi would be moving in together and not just as roommates, he would have laughed. But here he was helping Kai carry in the last of the boxes. “I think that’s the last one.” He grinned as he jumped into Kai’s arms, wrapping his arms around his neck. “Welcome home. And don’t say that you’ve basically been living here since I got shot. Which is true but your name wasn’t on the lease until now. So, welcome home.” He leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lips. “I love you. I’m excited to start this next chapter with you.” 

Ashton smiled as he finally pulled away and walked into the bedroom. They’d spent the last two days moving Kai’s stuff into the two bedroom apartment. Blue’s old room was now being used as his and Malachi’s gaming and streaming room. It was still a little bittersweet to open the door and not see the pretty man but it wasn’t like he’d never see him. They were dating, after all. The fox smiled as he opened the drawer, wanting to shower and throw on one of Malachi’s shirts. He frowned, seeing the mess that was once his organized drawer. “Baby, I don’t mean to be that nagging boyfriend but are you really not going to fold your clothes before you put them away?” He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe as he stared at his lover. 

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there was only 75% of him that was excited to move in with ashton, simply because it was him. they’d spent most their lives with malachi rooming with him or his brother. many nights he tucked clio and atlas into bed on the kims’ couch while he slept on the love seat even if the twins begged him to choose the spot next to them on their own mattresses. the period of time where he and ash weren’t speaking he’d longed for that begging and pleading, just kids wanting their friend next to them, but in his heart an ocean away it meant so much more. 

as ashton placed down the last box malachi set down the basket he was holding with a well needed sigh. there was so much relief in moving in with his high school sweet heart but most of it came in that remaining 25% of wanting to keep an eye on him. he’d almost lots him twice since they set foot on agdoeg soil and that was something he’d give everything up to happen again. a small piece of that went hand and hand with the fact that sustaining himself was still hard with his entry level job. even with the blood money rolling in, from his siblings tuitions and bills he was still just scraping by. a smile painted his lips as the gumiho pressed a kiss to them, his hands resting at the younger’s waist. “i love you too baby.” he said with a chuckle, pecking the freckled forehead before him. 

taking a moment he ventured into their now office space, making sure all the pieces of his pc were accounted for as like any boy his age that was the first thing that would be set up, the playstation not far behind. at the calling of his name he wandered back into their now shared bed room, picking at the skin on his lip with his teeth. “no?” he asked genuinely confused at why he asked, “they’re just clothes who cares if they’re folded? no one sees them but us anyways right?” with a wag of his brows he pressed a kiss to his cheek, “no big deal.”

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syphavc​:

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The immediate rejection of the twisting of her words made her fight back laughter. Her nails tapped over the desk until her eyes caught the jeweled revolver, distracting her like a child to a new toy. “This must be for me”, she cooed, picking it up, feeling the weight in hand. The pearls didn’t go so well the hand jewelry adorning her, ruining the the general aesthetic so she sat it back down. “Hence pretend,” she reiterated, vaguely remembering this could be fascination was already apart of her brother’s collection. 

The thought brought an odd sense of pride in her. For it seemed they had both learned what their father did not. Forever is too fucking long for one lover, but you have to keep it honest. “Don’t worry, your loins are safe. I’m not after that sort of exhilaration”, she mused and stood straight. Still, he never flustered like the feeble do at such a preposition. No wide eyes and pooled blood under the cheeks, and no questioning in the eye of maybe with a possibility of foul secrets.

That was good. He better. Her precious brother deserved only the best, even in a harem.

She grinned at the returned jest, much pleased with the sense about him. Nodding, she moved around the table, taking in the red colour within his locks, though she could not remember what was there before, or when she even saw him. That would perhaps change.

“Oh,” she said remembering. “I’ll need a new set of claws”, she said extending her hands, fingers wiggling. “I have a new variation of my poison and I’d like this set to be diamond tipped. There’s a pretty little bird I want to play a game of cat and mouse with”, she said then lowered her hands,  eyes going back to the bright locks. “Suits you, but pomade, just a little at the roots. But yes, Matte, black with special gift from the earth. Now to get you changed”, she spoke then stepped back to glance his attire. 

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“sure, but that’s how it always starts in the movies isn’t it?” he teased her, daringly so. most of the night blood’s he was sure found him a bit too childish. it was hard to not use his humor and age as a place holder for his lack of social skills. truly underneath it all malachi was a quiet loner, his friend group revolved around the man he loved and his best friend, the orbit around them reserved in time like pluto’s ellipse around the sun. outside of that he was all heads down, hands stuffed in his pockets and on high alert. 

but he couldn’t do that here, now he belonged to them, which was why the beauty leaning over his workspace had to be answered carefully, though he tried to interweave the quips of his humor into the terms. his hands still threaten to shake, a man not scared of anything, on the verge of cowering in her presence. 

with a roll of his eyes he slid open the drawer next to him, pulling out a decaying booklet and flipping to a blank page. quickly he scrawled out a ‘claws’ so he’d be ready to begin the design once he returned, notating the poison and diamond tip request. “you’ll have to have someone take me down to the vault in the blood room if you want diamonds. i don’t have clearance for that yet.” he mused looking at her.

with a furrow in his brows he gave her a look of disgust, because what was pomade to a twenty-year-old grunge kid of his caliber. before he could retort he glanced down at what he was wearing. he supposed the oversized crewneck paired with a white collar and black skinnies weren’t exactly attire for walking around pretending to be married to the queen of the city. “fine, but if you put me in a monkey suit i’m gonna complain about it all day.”

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vcmanikal​:

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At the mention of her live chats, Maja gave a shrug. She supposed he was right but the truth was, she did not want to moderate them. It might be an insult to everything feminists had worked to achieve over the years, but Maja liked her simps. She loved being venerated by loser men. It gave her a momentary high to think of the power she held over them, that they touched themselves to the thought of her. And, of course, she loved the money they sent her.

“I could eat.” And this was a simple fact. Maja could, in fact, eat. Over the years, she learned that her body did not require food. For her, eating was almost exclusively social, like how some people viewed alcohol or weed. If she ate alone, that meant she’d had a savage craving for something specific and often tied to an emotion (usually adobo or the other foods of her homeland), which didn’t happen as much as it used to. 

With his arm slug around her, she could feel the heat radiating from his body. He smelled like a rather pleasant commingling of cologne, soap and sweat. It was a little strange, she had to admit, to be touching him - feeling him - as she was in that moment. Though Maja was a digital doll, nothing got the oxytocin going quite like in-person physical touch. 

“You pick,” instructed Maja, gesturing vaguely to the numerous food stalls that surrounded them. Then she clucked her tongue. “So many phallic shaped foods for us to enjoy, and so little time.”  Well, that wasn’t exactly true. Maja had all the time in the world.

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his nose scrunched at her nonchalantess when he mentioned the chat. he wouldn’t dwell on it or try to convince her, if she wasn’t as worried as he was then that was the end all be all...at the very least for now. he and maja may have been friends but they hardly knew each other, he had to bite back the need to protect, allow her to independently rectify the situation, or not completely. “i’m just saying...you deserve better than some of those comments.” this paired with a shrug of his own, coming out of his mouth as an almost after thought.

malachi pulled his arm from around her shoulder, strolling casually next to her as he looked over the stalls for something that could control the boiling hunger in his stomach. he knew anything here wouldn’t suit it completely, and while he was fine patrolling the underground for flesh, he still hadn’t come to terms with that part of him yet, having to settle on human food to at least ward off the pain until his body turned on its own, getting the sustenance he was too much of a coward to acquire in a regular state. 

“i get enough phallic shaped...food at my own apartment, i think i’ll pass here.” he teased in return, turning his head to look down at her. it was a bit amusing how much smaller she was in person, maja didn’t peg him as the weak type and he found it almost charming that someone with a bite like hers could only be just bellow his neckline. “hmm, maybe we’ll patrol for some american food, in the mood for something terrible for my body. and then...” he suddenly was a bit awkward asking, “ifff you waaant, we can maybe go shop around for some stuff? walk over to the market rather than vibe with the dick and balls plastered everywhere.”

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vcmanikal​:

The fact that Korea had an annual pride event hadn’t yet lost its luster to Maja. She had lived a long life, and for most of it, anybody who didn’t fit a fixed mold was snuffed out like a flame under an oppressive bell jar. Such things still occurred, of course. Every day and in every country. This was Earth, ruled by man. Maja was fairly certain the planet would burn to a crisp before any real or meaningful peace was achieved. Perhaps she’d simply grown cynical over the years. Immortality, after all, was ripe for it. Cynic or not, Maja was present at Pride every year.

The enchanted doll had always been attracted to all gender identities, even back when it wasn’t legal to do so. It wasn’t until recently that she learned there was a term for what she was: pansexual. See, she mused, even in this sad and lonely world there was always something new to learn. Always someone new to meet.

She was meeting up with a friend at this years event. Kai. Deaththekidd02. She had only interacted with him through a screen where they talked smack in COD lobbies and exchanged what started as professional emails but quickly progressed to fairly regular chats over Discord. Maja was genuinely fond of him. He didn’t bore her, which said a lot.

Her phone screen glowed with a new message. The photo he sent showed a food stall she instantly recognized: a Korean corndog stand that everybody raved about. Corndogs were another twentieth century invention Maja found vaguely puzzling. A phallic looking tube of dubious meat covered in cornmeal. And yet, against all odds, it was surprisingly tasty.

She spied the young man from afar, his baby blond hair shinning in the midafternoon sun. He was taller than she expected, though that wasn’t saying much. Everyone was taller than her, even in her heeled boots. She approached him.

“You piece of shit, you didn’t tell me the dress code was food-themed,” she jutted her round chin at the ‘Pasta’ shirt he was wearing. “I would’ve worn my hot pants with ADOBO emblazoned on the ass.”

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as she approached a smile broke out behind malachi’s mask, the younger going to pull it from his face, allowing the white paper to rest below his chin. of course she came in hot, immediately gracing him with the smack talk he’d grown a bit fond of from their time in their lobbies. against each other they were evenly matched but when they were tag teaming other’s it  seemed to be a death sentence to anyone on the apposing team. 

he could remember vividly listening to the sniffles of someone they’d bullied into leaving the lobby, and the sense of pride that adorned him that they both took on the filthy mouthed, racists with just their words and skill alone. it was that moment where he knew that he and manika6969, a name he often chuckled at, would be quite the duo.

“first of all the first thing you say to me when we meet in person is you piece of shit? how fucking rude of you.” though his smile never left. “and for your information the attire theme was black not food...you still failed though.” malachi cheesed like a devious sibling as he looked her over. 

“also i would pay like every amount of money to not  see you in hot pants that say adobo on the back, please and thank you. you’ve got enough weirdos simping over you in your live chats. you should really let me mod those you know?” even still kai wrapped an arm around her shoulders casually.

“its nice to finally meet you...asshole. and i hope you’re hungry because i’m starving.”

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Interwebbed Interwebs 

with a new heard of baggage pooling around his shoulders, it was hard to make time for the regular events in life. originally he hadn’t even planned to go to any part of the festival, but previous events had the need to keep an eye on a certain fox who’d been coursing down a string of bad luck. one of those moments had the ghoul praying to a deity he wasn’t even sure he believed in to make sure he didn’t have to live the rest of his life without the only person that truly ever mattered. without wanting to be a hovering boyfriend, he decided to use the event to finally meet with a friend of his he’d only known through a screen.

he and maja had a friendship that only transcended across their various pc set ups. he’d only spoken to her over the glow of a discord screen or in the chat of a stream. they’d been brought together when kai’s developing group chose him, the youngest of the seven-some, to be the one to moderate her sponsored screen. so there he sat, as she played through the new call of duty battle pass, for hours. making sure the proper screen grabs and recording clips for promo were taken and jotting down and glitches or mistakes in the graphics he saw. he noted that she was actually pretty good and invited her to a few rounds with the crew whenever they both had a chance. those group rounds turned into just the two of them, talking crap over their headsets as they played through overwatch rounds.

the ghoul stood next to a few food stands, pulling out his phone to open his discord app to send her quick text where he was, snapping a picture of a korean corndog stand for accuracy. as he stood in the blazing summer heat he began to regret the darkness in his attire, settling down on the ground so he could lean back into the shade while he waited. // @vcmanikal​

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@xhaisevc: “Explain it to me again - why do we need to pretend to be married?”

There were few in the family that was the Nightbloods that truly intrigued her, truly drew her interest, beyond what they could do for furthering its will. For all the little gadgets she had one Jin Malachi  create, adjust and replicate, their meetings never lasted long enough to peer into him. Yet he was such an exquisite specimen. His hidden rage ever a favourite, to consider, or at least that’s the reputation he built yet kept hidden from her eyes.

Rage showed so much about a person, she always said. It showed what they hated, and how they wished to alter the world. Rage brought a twisted sense of amusement out of the pureblood, an animalistic drive to devour, and the little hints of Malachi made her wonder that and a form she longed to behold.

So she appeared before him, smiling ear to ear beneath her crimson lips, and told him how he would be spending the day. His only objection being the lasting bonds of marriage wasn’t unexpected and she herself had no real reason for why she proposed it other than it made her giggle as she thought about it.

In English she spoke, a faux sad pout replacing the smile, “Am I so hideous the thought of being bound to me by marriage repulses you?” Middle finger and index on her right hand took to her forehead pushing away the dark loosely curled locks, sadness pushing off her face, left hand  at her waist, smoothing over the fabric of the red Valentino halter jumpsuit. Then she smiled, easing closer to his desk, long nude sparkly nails tapping over the surface, matching set of hand jewelry over her hands. “And yet I need no sleep, and I’m such a giver, who could take direction with just the right amount of sass to ensure more directions keep coming”, she breathed with a hum. She eased over the desk, eyes taking the reaction while holding her own back. “So yes?” she asked then answered herself, “yes. We will take the G-wagon. Hubby will drive and I’ll be good and keep my hands to myself, unless”, she said grinning, reaching further over the table, diamonds dangling from her ears brightening that very smile.

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the notion of whether or not joining the nightblood’s was a bad idea seemed to constantly simmer in his mind. but a part of malachi enjoyed his new life. where carnage and destruction to keep their spot at the top was almost titillating. he could chalk it up to his and Angel’s involvement. their sexual fantasies and general inquest of each other seemed to settle beneath a dangling red light. pain and other sorts gasoline adding a delicious lick to their flames.

there were other parts of him that hunkered deep down into the belly of respect. he’d grown up around street gangs, shook hands and bought drugs from men who added tear drops to their tattoos almost daily. and yet they always treated him like family, the lone ranger of his kind and his ethnicity shrouded in a familial box. while the night blood’s seemed to be dark and cold, those who adorned their mark were family and treated as such outside of mob activities and that lonely child in him craved it. they fed his rage, they fed his and his siblings hunger, forced him to not be afraid of the ache of flesh and made it easy to keep out of his life with those he begged not to see the ugly side of him. 

but that feeling of family never came from the royalty, neria hardly ever even entered his space, let alone...well alone. he’d polished and carved perfect weaponry for her, imbedded her world with the most ground breaking tech that’d he’d created on his own. but he’d never handed it to her directly, her or reign. fine with the velvet briefcases, adorned with gold and pearls for his new queen. so when she approached him, with such a ridiculous notion shock riddled through him.

“for fucks sake i never said you were ugly.” malachi said putting the unloaded, jewel encrusted revolver down on the table with his screw driver. she’d infiltrated his home base, siren tone joining the gentle hum of machines and beeps of computers. “it’s just...i’m literally kind of dating your brother? kind of weird.” he gave her a shrug, running his painted fingers through his newly red locks, the bright strands moving from framing his face. 

“i supposed i am so irresistible that two of the jeups would want me,” he gave her an insufferable smirk, partnering it with a wink before deciding to open a few drawers to put his tools away. “i also suppose i don’t have a choice in the matter either, and i for one would like to leave all the precious black blood in my body.”