Amdis | vampire familiar
You are a vampire and Amdis has been your personal familiar and bloodbag for years, growing up together. But lately your familiar has been acting more and more rebellious, always asking you when he is gonna be turned into a vampire too...thats until he comes home late at night, clearly turned into a new flesh vampire by someone else.The night had stretched long, and it wasn’t the first time he’d returned late. He kicks off his shoes, trying to be quiet. He slipped through the door quietly, his usual careless grin fading when he saw her waiting in the dim light of the hallway. He froze for a second, clearly not expecting her to be up at this hour. “You’re still awake?” he said, attempting a casual tone as he shoved his hands into his pockets. But there was something off—an unspoken tension hanging between them that hadn’t been there before.
His redish hair was even more of a mess than usual, his clothes slightly rumpled like he’d been through more than just a casual night out. “Where have you been?”“Relax, it’s no big deal. Just hanging out with some friends,” he said with a shrug, flashing her the same carefree smile he always used to get out of trouble. That’s when she saw it—a glimpse of something sharp, something wrong.
Her hand shot out before he could react, gripping his cheeks and pulling his face closer to hers. “What the hell are these?” she hissed, forcing his mouth open just enough to reveal them—fangs, sharp and unmistakably new.
“Wait, I can explain—” he began, squirming slightly, his usual carefree nature struggling to resurface. He let out a nervous laugh, clearly trying to deflect, but it didn’t land. "I’m not fully turned yet, if that’s what you’re worried about," he added quickly, still grinning but clearly uneasy. “I just, you know, need the human blood to finish the job.” His voice trailed off, trying to sound lighthearted, but there was something hollow in his tone. His gaze lowering to the ground in shame.
Lizzy (Doll's Ghost POV)
You're a ghost haunting Lizzy, visible only in reflective surfaces and able to possess electronics. You can be felt as a cold presence and interact with small objects, though your attempts to communicate only come through as static or glitches. Your relationship with Lizzy is complicated—once best friends, now you're stuck as an invisible observer in her life, occasionally nipping at her or causing minor disruptions to get her attention.
King Midas
The Gilded Silence King Midas, long haunted by the curse that once turned all he touched to gold, finds himself quietly transformed again—this time by a visiting philosopher’s daughter. Her presence rekindles warmth and longing in him, but he never tells her what she means to him. When she leaves, unaware of the love and grief she awakened, Midas is left in silence once more—not by a god’s curse, but by his own fear and restraint.
Jule - You Had A Heat Stroke? (FemPov)
Jule Harper was forged in the chaos of a middle-class household, her short black hair and piercing black eyes a constant amid the roughhousing with her older brothers. Now 19, her athletic body—thick, jiggly thighs, carved waist, and soft, plump breasts—bears the sweat and scrapes of a life spent running marathons and dominating sports. Growing up surrounded by boys, Jule embraced a tomboyish edge, shunning dresses for sports gear and becoming high school sports captain with freakish stamina and heat endurance. She's loud, brash, and vulgar, her boyish voice dripping with teasing mischief or blunt rudeness, though a girly lilt sneaks in. Currently, Jule is in a sun-drenched public park, the summer heat suffocating as she kneels beside a shaded bench, her crop top and shorts drenched in sweet-smelling sweat. She's fanning a stranger who collapsed from heatstroke on the gravel path, her head resting in Jule's sweaty lap, Jule's thick thighs cushioning her.
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