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Vampire character of mine.
Castlevania DRRR Ending Style
SWAG.
((Iâm laughing SO hard at this.))
"Haha... my Dad's a teenage brat."
I donât understand why I didnât post this here before? I kind of want to revisit it now actually but Iâm so busy and yet canât get anything done because itâs like electrical storms 24/7 down here on the Gulf Coast and let me tell you, once you lose a half hour of painting progress to a power outage you will never tempt fate again.
Anyhow I caved in and Iâm playin SotN again on and off for the last two weeks and Iâm really mad this game is so short but at the same time it means I donât feel guilty about replaying it eighty times because it only takes like 8-10hrs to get everything

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Les clichĂŠs de Jacques Henri Lartigue, pris entre 1907 et 1912 sur lâaĂŠrodrome dâIssy-les-Moulineaux, tĂŠmoignent des premiers vols de lâhistoire de lâaviation.
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Shydo opened her eyes, her eyebrows shooting up to her hairline. She slowly let him go, caressing his shoulders, looking into his eyes.
âAre you serious?â Shydo asked, looking into the eyes of a man who normally didnât joke around. If thereâs one thing she knew for sure, it was that there was one thing that a person who was lying would never say, and it was âI love youâ.
âIâm not sure if itâs just the heat of the moment or if youâre just desperate or⌠Are you sure you donât have a brain tumor?â She grinned, her eyes glistening. Hearing Ryan confess his love to her through tears was like witnessing a shooting star on a clear night while the Northern Lights were in pain view.
âDude⌠You said I was just your fuckinâ dealerâŚâ she added. âWhyâre you⌠WhyâŚ? Why this sudden affection?â
Ryan laughed at her confusion. She was calloused to his anger and stoic attitude that she obviously didnât believe he was saying this with an exposed heart.
âItâs not the heat of the moment, Iâm not crazy⌠I fuckinâ love you. And youâre right, Iâm ânot hormonesâ. But I think weâre all crazy here. Iâm crazy for telling you all this, Julius is crazy for even considering sleeping with me in the first place, and youâre crazy for standing here listening to me pity myself.â
He pulled her back in for a hug, petting her messy black hair. She reminded him of himself when he was her age, for the exception of her being one hundred years over the human age.
âYouâre my best friend, Shydo. And thatâs something Iâd never tell anyone else.â
As Ryan and Shydo had their brother and sister like moment together, the very missionary who overheard Juliusâs conversation with Ryan had reported what he had heard to the churchâs priest. Indeed the priest was not happy to hear their most valuable hunter had a connection to a demon like Ryan. It almost disgusted them and forced them to look down. However, they couldnât afford to lose Julius and couldnât afford to have a half demon roam the same world as humans.
Julius had been taking a stroll around the river after letting the small demon go. Hopefully the creature understood him and valued its new chance at living. The hunter certainly had a lot on his mind. He had thought he would never be this stressed and upset at this age. Unfortunately, he thought himself foolish to believe in such things. Melancholy and anxiety were to never leave the human heart. Julius dug into his coat pocket to pull out his cell phone that he rarely uses. He tried to remember if he had Ryanâs number, but he couldnât. So he decided to call Shydo instead to ask for Ryan.
Shydo had finished her heart felt conversation with Ryan. She stayed in his room and sat on the edge of his bed to keep him company so he could sleep. She stared at the wall, shocked manifesting itself onto her face. Ryan had never opened up to anyone before, and why her out of all the people he knew, especially the father of his child? Either way, it felt good to get recognition from Ryan only to deliver comfort to him when he truly needed it, even when he tried to resist.
Shydo felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She stood up slowly from the bed and tiptoed her way out of Ryanâs room, slowly and silently shutting the door behind her. She made her way into the living room, putting her phone up to her ear.
âWhat it is, Uncle Julius?â she greeted lazily, wedging the phone between her ear and her shoulder, craning her neck. She sat down on the couch and decided to pack a bowl. Such strong emotions had manifested themselves onto her, ones she couldnât entirely handle. Nothing but a little weed would do the trick.
Julius wasnât entirely sure of how to ask her. Shydo seemed her usual self and thought it wouldnât hurt to ask her. He mustered up his courage to rid of the hesitation and then asked, âHello Shydo, is Ryan there?â
âUh⌠Not reallyâŚâ she muttered. âHeâs in his room, so heâs here⌠but heâs asleep so heâs not all here mentallyâŚâ
Shydo kept the phone wedged where it was as she tilted the bowl so the end would correspond with her mouth. She lit the bud and inhaled slowly, closing it up to get no air circulation in the bowl, just smoke. She took the bowl away from her mouth for a few moments and held it in her lungs, waiting for Juliusâs reply.
Julius frowned a bit. He wondered if telling Ryan that the little demon was released would make the guy feel a little bit better. He doubted it a little since the boy was going through so much trouble, but at the very least he should try to let him know. Julius then asked, âAlright do you mindâŚShydo are you inhaling smoke?â His tone changed with suspicion.Â
âUh, yeah. Why wouldnât I be?â Shydo answered, exhaling. âDonât worry. His doorâs closed and Iâve got a fan on. Anyways, what were you gonna say?â
Putting his concern with the smoke, Julius then said, âI wanted you to tell him that the little demon is free and went back to its home. I know it may not mean much, but I thought it would be nice for him to hearâŚâ
"Oh... Sure thing," she answered. "You comin' back to the trailer?"
Shydo opened her eyes, her eyebrows shooting up to her hairline. She slowly let him go, caressing his shoulders, looking into his eyes.
âAre you serious?â Shydo asked, looking into the eyes of a man who normally didnât joke around. If thereâs one thing she knew for sure, it was that there was one thing that a person who was lying would never say, and it was âI love youâ.
âIâm not sure if itâs just the heat of the moment or if youâre just desperate or⌠Are you sure you donât have a brain tumor?â She grinned, her eyes glistening. Hearing Ryan confess his love to her through tears was like witnessing a shooting star on a clear night while the Northern Lights were in pain view.
âDude⌠You said I was just your fuckinâ dealerâŚâ she added. âWhyâre you⌠WhyâŚ? Why this sudden affection?â
Ryan laughed at her confusion. She was calloused to his anger and stoic attitude that she obviously didnât believe he was saying this with an exposed heart.
âItâs not the heat of the moment, Iâm not crazy⌠I fuckinâ love you. And youâre right, Iâm ânot hormonesâ. But I think weâre all crazy here. Iâm crazy for telling you all this, Julius is crazy for even considering sleeping with me in the first place, and youâre crazy for standing here listening to me pity myself.â
He pulled her back in for a hug, petting her messy black hair. She reminded him of himself when he was her age, for the exception of her being one hundred years over the human age.
âYouâre my best friend, Shydo. And thatâs something Iâd never tell anyone else.â
As Ryan and Shydo had their brother and sister like moment together, the very missionary who overheard Juliusâs conversation with Ryan had reported what he had heard to the churchâs priest. Indeed the priest was not happy to hear their most valuable hunter had a connection to a demon like Ryan. It almost disgusted them and forced them to look down. However, they couldnât afford to lose Julius and couldnât afford to have a half demon roam the same world as humans.
Julius had been taking a stroll around the river after letting the small demon go. Hopefully the creature understood him and valued its new chance at living. The hunter certainly had a lot on his mind. He had thought he would never be this stressed and upset at this age. Unfortunately, he thought himself foolish to believe in such things. Melancholy and anxiety were to never leave the human heart. Julius dug into his coat pocket to pull out his cell phone that he rarely uses. He tried to remember if he had Ryanâs number, but he couldnât. So he decided to call Shydo instead to ask for Ryan.
Shydo had finished her heart felt conversation with Ryan. She stayed in his room and sat on the edge of his bed to keep him company so he could sleep. She stared at the wall, shocked manifesting itself onto her face. Ryan had never opened up to anyone before, and why her out of all the people he knew, especially the father of his child? Either way, it felt good to get recognition from Ryan only to deliver comfort to him when he truly needed it, even when he tried to resist.
Shydo felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She stood up slowly from the bed and tiptoed her way out of Ryanâs room, slowly and silently shutting the door behind her. She made her way into the living room, putting her phone up to her ear.
âWhat it is, Uncle Julius?â she greeted lazily, wedging the phone between her ear and her shoulder, craning her neck. She sat down on the couch and decided to pack a bowl. Such strong emotions had manifested themselves onto her, ones she couldnât entirely handle. Nothing but a little weed would do the trick.
Julius wasnât entirely sure of how to ask her. Shydo seemed her usual self and thought it wouldnât hurt to ask her. He mustered up his courage to rid of the hesitation and then asked, âHello Shydo, is Ryan there?â
âUh⌠Not reallyâŚâ she muttered. âHeâs in his room, so heâs here⌠but heâs asleep so heâs not all here mentallyâŚâ
Shydo kept the phone wedged where it was as she tilted the bowl so the end would correspond with her mouth. She lit the bud and inhaled slowly, closing it up to get no air circulation in the bowl, just smoke. She took the bowl away from her mouth for a few moments and held it in her lungs, waiting for Juliusâs reply.
Julius frowned a bit. He wondered if telling Ryan that the little demon was released would make the guy feel a little bit better. He doubted it a little since the boy was going through so much trouble, but at the very least he should try to let him know. Julius then asked, âAlright do you mindâŚShydo are you inhaling smoke?â His tone changed with suspicion.Â
"Uh, yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Shydo answered, exhaling. "Don't worry. His door's closed and I've got a fan on. Anyways, what were you gonna say?"
Shydo opened her eyes, her eyebrows shooting up to her hairline. She slowly let him go, caressing his shoulders, looking into his eyes.
âAre you serious?â Shydo asked, looking into the eyes of a man who normally didnât joke around. If thereâs one thing she knew for sure, it was that there was one thing that a person who was lying would never say, and it was âI love youâ.
âIâm not sure if itâs just the heat of the moment or if youâre just desperate or⌠Are you sure you donât have a brain tumor?â She grinned, her eyes glistening. Hearing Ryan confess his love to her through tears was like witnessing a shooting star on a clear night while the Northern Lights were in pain view.
âDude⌠You said I was just your fuckinâ dealerâŚâ she added. âWhyâre you⌠WhyâŚ? Why this sudden affection?â
Ryan laughed at her confusion. She was calloused to his anger and stoic attitude that she obviously didnât believe he was saying this with an exposed heart.
âItâs not the heat of the moment, Iâm not crazy⌠I fuckinâ love you. And youâre right, Iâm ânot hormonesâ. But I think weâre all crazy here. Iâm crazy for telling you all this, Julius is crazy for even considering sleeping with me in the first place, and youâre crazy for standing here listening to me pity myself.â
He pulled her back in for a hug, petting her messy black hair. She reminded him of himself when he was her age, for the exception of her being one hundred years over the human age.
âYouâre my best friend, Shydo. And thatâs something Iâd never tell anyone else.â
As Ryan and Shydo had their brother and sister like moment together, the very missionary who overheard Juliusâs conversation with Ryan had reported what he had heard to the churchâs priest. Indeed the priest was not happy to hear their most valuable hunter had a connection to a demon like Ryan. It almost disgusted them and forced them to look down. However, they couldnât afford to lose Julius and couldnât afford to have a half demon roam the same world as humans.
Julius had been taking a stroll around the river after letting the small demon go. Hopefully the creature understood him and valued its new chance at living. The hunter certainly had a lot on his mind. He had thought he would never be this stressed and upset at this age. Unfortunately, he thought himself foolish to believe in such things. Melancholy and anxiety were to never leave the human heart. Julius dug into his coat pocket to pull out his cell phone that he rarely uses. He tried to remember if he had Ryanâs number, but he couldnât. So he decided to call Shydo instead to ask for Ryan.
Shydo had finished her heart felt conversation with Ryan. She stayed in his room and sat on the edge of his bed to keep him company so he could sleep. She stared at the wall, shocked manifesting itself onto her face. Ryan had never opened up to anyone before, and why her out of all the people he knew, especially the father of his child? Either way, it felt good to get recognition from Ryan only to deliver comfort to him when he truly needed it, even when he tried to resist.
Shydo felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She stood up slowly from the bed and tiptoed her way out of Ryanâs room, slowly and silently shutting the door behind her. She made her way into the living room, putting her phone up to her ear.
âWhat it is, Uncle Julius?â she greeted lazily, wedging the phone between her ear and her shoulder, craning her neck. She sat down on the couch and decided to pack a bowl. Such strong emotions had manifested themselves onto her, ones she couldnât entirely handle. Nothing but a little weed would do the trick.
Julius wasnât entirely sure of how to ask her. Shydo seemed her usual self and thought it wouldnât hurt to ask her. He mustered up his courage to rid of the hesitation and then asked, âHello Shydo, is Ryan there?â
"Uh... Not really..." she muttered. "He's in his room, so he's here... but he's asleep so he's not all here mentally..."
Shydo kept the phone wedged where it was as she tilted the bowl so the end would correspond with her mouth. She lit the bud and inhaled slowly, closing it up to get no air circulation in the bowl, just smoke. She took the bowl away from her mouth for a few moments and held it in her lungs, waiting for Julius's reply.

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*follows a roleplay blog*
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*just keeps following*
Shydo opened her eyes, her eyebrows shooting up to her hairline. She slowly let him go, caressing his shoulders, looking into his eyes.
âAre you serious?â Shydo asked, looking into the eyes of a man who normally didnât joke around. If thereâs one thing she knew for sure, it was that there was one thing that a person who was lying would never say, and it was âI love youâ.
âIâm not sure if itâs just the heat of the moment or if youâre just desperate or⌠Are you sure you donât have a brain tumor?â She grinned, her eyes glistening. Hearing Ryan confess his love to her through tears was like witnessing a shooting star on a clear night while the Northern Lights were in pain view.
âDude⌠You said I was just your fuckinâ dealerâŚâ she added. âWhyâre you⌠WhyâŚ? Why this sudden affection?â
Ryan laughed at her confusion. She was calloused to his anger and stoic attitude that she obviously didnât believe he was saying this with an exposed heart.
âItâs not the heat of the moment, Iâm not crazy⌠I fuckinâ love you. And youâre right, Iâm ânot hormonesâ. But I think weâre all crazy here. Iâm crazy for telling you all this, Julius is crazy for even considering sleeping with me in the first place, and youâre crazy for standing here listening to me pity myself.â
He pulled her back in for a hug, petting her messy black hair. She reminded him of himself when he was her age, for the exception of her being one hundred years over the human age.
âYouâre my best friend, Shydo. And thatâs something Iâd never tell anyone else.â
As Ryan and Shydo had their brother and sister like moment together, the very missionary who overheard Juliusâs conversation with Ryan had reported what he had heard to the churchâs priest. Indeed the priest was not happy to hear their most valuable hunter had a connection to a demon like Ryan. It almost disgusted them and forced them to look down. However, they couldnât afford to lose Julius and couldnât afford to have a half demon roam the same world as humans.
Julius had been taking a stroll around the river after letting the small demon go. Hopefully the creature understood him and valued its new chance at living. The hunter certainly had a lot on his mind. He had thought he would never be this stressed and upset at this age. Unfortunately, he thought himself foolish to believe in such things. Melancholy and anxiety were to never leave the human heart. Julius dug into his coat pocket to pull out his cell phone that he rarely uses. He tried to remember if he had Ryanâs number, but he couldnât. So he decided to call Shydo instead to ask for Ryan.
Shydo had finished her heart felt conversation with Ryan. She stayed in his room and sat on the edge of his bed to keep him company so he could sleep. She stared at the wall, shocked manifesting itself onto her face. Ryan had never opened up to anyone before, and why her out of all the people he knew, especially the father of his child? Either way, it felt good to get recognition from Ryan only to deliver comfort to him when he truly needed it, even when he tried to resist.
Shydo felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She stood up slowly from the bed and tiptoed her way out of Ryan's room, slowly and silently shutting the door behind her. She made her way into the living room, putting her phone up to her ear.
"What it is, Uncle Julius?" she greeted lazily, wedging the phone between her ear and her shoulder, craning her neck. She sat down on the couch and decided to pack a bowl. Such strong emotions had manifested themselves onto her, ones she couldn't entirely handle. Nothing but a little weed would do the trick.
âThat dumb kid laughs at everything.â he thought, wiping his eyes. He looked into the mirror, noticing how red his cornea were. Good thing he brought along his trusty shades.
He put them on and turned off his radio and cut off the ignition. He stepped out, the car disappearing behind him. He wiped his nose on his sleeve before entering his trailer, closing the door behind him and heading straight towards his room, ignoring Shydoâs annoying request for him to buy more Fruit Loops.
âSheâll catch on soon. Itâs like every time somethinâs wrong with me, sheâll knowâŚâ
Julius took the sack and the reward. He headed off into the forest acting as if he knew where he was going. The church worker tensed a bit and muttered something about the church being deceived by the hunter. It was indeed sad how some people saw the world in black and white. The missionary quickly returned to meet the priest of the church and informed him of what he had saw.
After an hour or two, Julius arrived by a river. He opened the bag and the little demon creature popped out from the sack. It stared at the hunter with confusion and Julius raised an eyebrow before speaking, âSurprised arenât you? I was never planning on killing you. Instead I was hoping youâd be sent back to your dimension. So how about it? Leave this world and live peacefully in your home.â
Naturally the demon wouldâve spat at his face and laughed maniacally before dashing away. However, the furry demon gave a toothy grin and trotted off as it puffed into thin air.
Ryan laid in his bed, staring at the Slayer and Metallica posters on his wall. He laid in a fetal position, his arms protectively wrapped around his growing abdomen. He was at least glad that the vomiting had stopped like weeks ago. Of course, the roller-coaster of maternity would never end; just one kind of torture after the other. Throwing up, eating, crying, raging⌠why was this even remotely necessary?
Hot tears burned his eyes, rolling past his eyelids and drizzling onto his pillow. It wasnât Julius who upset him, and he tried so hard to forget about seeing him trying to hunt the small demon, but it upset him more. His mind went back to when he first became a demon; scared, alone, confused and surrounded by people who wanted to kill him.
âI thought Iâd have a kid with someone I loved at this point. Not just a one-night stand accident⌠No, I shouldnât call my kid an accidentâŚ!â
Ryan expected when he was to have a kid, heâd be married, live somewhere decent, be in love. To have a husband come home at night while heâd be nearly asleep, his husband climbing into bed and wrap his arms protectively around his abdomen, cherishing their small mass of life together. It sounded like bliss, only something to be dreamt of. In his case, it was too good to be true. Julius probably didnât love him like that, and getting intimate with him - SOBERLY - would cause him to have to pull teeth.
The Belmont sighed as he watched the puff of smoke disperse. Admittedly the man had a mixture of emotions. He wondered if he could be a supportive father and supportive to Ryan. Probably the demon boyâs emotions were due to hormones and such. However, his pain seemed too realistic to be believed to be work of hormones. Julius felt guilty. He felt couldâve been responsible that night and didnât think he could be so drunk. Now what made him feel so guilty was having a child with someone who most likely knew Julius had no special feelings for. The hunter never pursued love and relationships ever since he lost his memories. Even when he regained his memories, love was nothing important to him. Now, he is unsure of how to be emotionally supportive.
Unfortunately, bigger problems were brewing up at the church. The missionary had reported what he had heard to the priest. Indeed, the priest was disgusted and felt somewhat ashamed of hiring Julius. They could forbid him from ever coming again. However, they needed his expertise. It was hard to find hunters as good as Julius and as a matter of fact, the Belmont hunter was widely considered to be the strongest of the century. Losing Julius would be like losing a free way ticket to Heaven for these people. They came up with a far better solutionâŚ
Ryan closed his eyes, his heart heavy. A large puddle sat by his eyes on a crease of the pillow contour to his head.
He kept his arms around his abdomen, gingerly stroking his tender bump. He never saw himself as a kid person, and he hoped to get himself together before it came. He wanted a good life for his kid, unlike the one he had, to be sure it lived a normal life like any other kid. Just to be loved and not hunted down or to see its father hunting down its kind, the child thinking its father would turn on it one day.
He heard a knock at the door and sat up, wiping his eyes. Either way, heâd look like shit no matter what he tried to do. The evidence couldnât be covered up; he was a hot mess.
Shydo opened Ryanâs door, her cornea as red as his, but for a much different reason. She grinned dumbly before entering his room.
âHeyâŚâ she started. âIt smells like cry in here.â
She looked at her friend, noticing he was upset and trying to hide it. She held her arms out in a confused manner.
âDude!â she began. âWhatâs up with you? Youâre like⌠Doing the thing. Whyâre you doing the thing?!â
Ryan tried to laugh at his friendâs stupidity. After all, she did try her best to lighten the mood for him.
He saw the confusion on her face, followed by the realization that he was, indeed, doing âthe thingâ that he usually didnât do.
âGo ahead and call me out on it,â he replied, his voiced trembling under sadness. He pulled his knees up to his chest and hid his face in his lap. Shydo knew he was crying in the first place, so there wasnât much to hide.
Ryan came up with a fib to tell her. Hopefully, itâll slide with her, considering her intoxicated state. Sheâd probably shrug and walk away anyway.
âIâm just⌠hormones, ya know?â he explained, stifling a small chuckle through the lump in his throat, which was clearly audible through his tone. âI-Iâll be fine⌠just go watch TVâŚâ
Shydo did not abide by his command or expectations. She knew this all too well to be hormones. She approached him.
âBullshit, dudeâŚâ she began. âYouâre in here crying for another reason. Iâve seen hormones and you are not hormones.â
She spoke in a dumb sort of way, but she meant everything she said.
âIâve known you my whole life, dude. I know your ups and downs, and youâre fuckinâ down.â She plopped next to him, bouncing momentarily. âYouâre like a ticking time bomb.â
He laughed weakly at her bomb joke, but it still wasnât enough to make him feel at ease.
âI know, youâve been there forever, but I donât want to be the burden on your shoulders. It should be the other way around.â
He dabbed his eyes with the edge of one of his quilts. Nothing was able to keep him down like this before, except this. Werenât there bigger things to be upset about?
âThe thing isâŚâ he began, letting his emotions speak. âI donât think I can do this without my mom being here. I know itâs been years since sheâs died, but I never planned on this. If she was here, sheâd give me advice, be here for me, go clothes shopping for my kid⌠thisâll just be so hard. Life without here is already hard as it is. She was my only best friend, Shydo.â
He held his knees close to his chest, hiding his face in his lap. He wept silently, disregarding the fact that Shydo was sitting right next to him, seeing him at his most vulnerable. He had a strong feeling sheâd laugh at him.
Shydo listened to his story, nodding as he spoke. She knew he was speaking with more emotion than usual, since he was talking about his mother.
She stared off into space, her ears open. She heard his voice cut off and looked back at him for further explanation. She furrowed her eyebrows when she saw him crying again.
âDude, donât cry,â she started, panicking slightly. She knew every time Ryan broke into tears, something was extremely wrong. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight, stroking his hair.
âShh, shhâŚâ Shydo shut her eyes tight, holding back her own tears. She knew about his pregnancy and how hard it was to have to have someoneâs kid - someone that doesnât love him. It hurt her just as bad, knowing her best friend was in pain, and whatâs worse was when one of her own family members was part of that pain.
Ryan felt Shydoâs arms embrace him. He knew that his sadness was rubbing off on her. He tried to push her away, not wanting her to become upset.
âNo, Shydo, pleaseâŚâ he begged. âIâm fine. Just let go of me.â
He said this through tears and false desire. He didnât want to be alone, but his ego restricted him from wanting to receive affection. Every time he wanted a hug or someone to listen to him, he mentally called himself weak for it.
As Ryan tried to pull her away, he wound up pulling her into a tighter hug, trembling furiously. In that single moment, he felt a stronger connection with her than ever before.
âI love you so much,â he wept. âYouâre more than just a dealer⌠Youâre my fuckinâ sister! Iâm sorry for ever makinâ you feel less than thatâŚâ He hid his face in her Metallica shirt, tears staining the black fabric.
Shydo opened her eyes, her eyebrows shooting up to her hairline. She slowly let him go, caressing his shoulders, looking into his eyes.
"Are you serious?" Shydo asked, looking into the eyes of a man who normally didn't joke around. If there's one thing she knew for sure, it was that there was one thing that a person who was lying would never say, and it was 'I love you'.
"I'm not sure if it's just the heat of the moment or if you're just desperate or... Are you sure you don't have a brain tumor?" She grinned, her eyes glistening. Hearing Ryan confess his love to her through tears was like witnessing a shooting star on a clear night while the Northern Lights were in pain view.
"Dude... You said I was just your fuckin' dealer..." she added. "Why're you... Why...? Why this sudden affection?"
âThat dumb kid laughs at everything.â he thought, wiping his eyes. He looked into the mirror, noticing how red his cornea were. Good thing he brought along his trusty shades.
He put them on and turned off his radio and cut off the ignition. He stepped out, the car disappearing behind him. He wiped his nose on his sleeve before entering his trailer, closing the door behind him and heading straight towards his room, ignoring Shydoâs annoying request for him to buy more Fruit Loops.
âSheâll catch on soon. Itâs like every time somethinâs wrong with me, sheâll knowâŚâ
Julius took the sack and the reward. He headed off into the forest acting as if he knew where he was going. The church worker tensed a bit and muttered something about the church being deceived by the hunter. It was indeed sad how some people saw the world in black and white. The missionary quickly returned to meet the priest of the church and informed him of what he had saw.
After an hour or two, Julius arrived by a river. He opened the bag and the little demon creature popped out from the sack. It stared at the hunter with confusion and Julius raised an eyebrow before speaking, âSurprised arenât you? I was never planning on killing you. Instead I was hoping youâd be sent back to your dimension. So how about it? Leave this world and live peacefully in your home.â
Naturally the demon wouldâve spat at his face and laughed maniacally before dashing away. However, the furry demon gave a toothy grin and trotted off as it puffed into thin air.
Ryan laid in his bed, staring at the Slayer and Metallica posters on his wall. He laid in a fetal position, his arms protectively wrapped around his growing abdomen. He was at least glad that the vomiting had stopped like weeks ago. Of course, the roller-coaster of maternity would never end; just one kind of torture after the other. Throwing up, eating, crying, raging⌠why was this even remotely necessary?
Hot tears burned his eyes, rolling past his eyelids and drizzling onto his pillow. It wasnât Julius who upset him, and he tried so hard to forget about seeing him trying to hunt the small demon, but it upset him more. His mind went back to when he first became a demon; scared, alone, confused and surrounded by people who wanted to kill him.
âI thought Iâd have a kid with someone I loved at this point. Not just a one-night stand accident⌠No, I shouldnât call my kid an accidentâŚ!â
Ryan expected when he was to have a kid, heâd be married, live somewhere decent, be in love. To have a husband come home at night while heâd be nearly asleep, his husband climbing into bed and wrap his arms protectively around his abdomen, cherishing their small mass of life together. It sounded like bliss, only something to be dreamt of. In his case, it was too good to be true. Julius probably didnât love him like that, and getting intimate with him - SOBERLY - would cause him to have to pull teeth.
The Belmont sighed as he watched the puff of smoke disperse. Admittedly the man had a mixture of emotions. He wondered if he could be a supportive father and supportive to Ryan. Probably the demon boyâs emotions were due to hormones and such. However, his pain seemed too realistic to be believed to be work of hormones. Julius felt guilty. He felt couldâve been responsible that night and didnât think he could be so drunk. Now what made him feel so guilty was having a child with someone who most likely knew Julius had no special feelings for. The hunter never pursued love and relationships ever since he lost his memories. Even when he regained his memories, love was nothing important to him. Now, he is unsure of how to be emotionally supportive.
Unfortunately, bigger problems were brewing up at the church. The missionary had reported what he had heard to the priest. Indeed, the priest was disgusted and felt somewhat ashamed of hiring Julius. They could forbid him from ever coming again. However, they needed his expertise. It was hard to find hunters as good as Julius and as a matter of fact, the Belmont hunter was widely considered to be the strongest of the century. Losing Julius would be like losing a free way ticket to Heaven for these people. They came up with a far better solutionâŚ
Ryan closed his eyes, his heart heavy. A large puddle sat by his eyes on a crease of the pillow contour to his head.
He kept his arms around his abdomen, gingerly stroking his tender bump. He never saw himself as a kid person, and he hoped to get himself together before it came. He wanted a good life for his kid, unlike the one he had, to be sure it lived a normal life like any other kid. Just to be loved and not hunted down or to see its father hunting down its kind, the child thinking its father would turn on it one day.
He heard a knock at the door and sat up, wiping his eyes. Either way, heâd look like shit no matter what he tried to do. The evidence couldnât be covered up; he was a hot mess.
Shydo opened Ryanâs door, her cornea as red as his, but for a much different reason. She grinned dumbly before entering his room.
âHeyâŚâ she started. âIt smells like cry in here.â
She looked at her friend, noticing he was upset and trying to hide it. She held her arms out in a confused manner.
âDude!â she began. âWhatâs up with you? Youâre like⌠Doing the thing. Whyâre you doing the thing?!â
Ryan tried to laugh at his friendâs stupidity. After all, she did try her best to lighten the mood for him.
He saw the confusion on her face, followed by the realization that he was, indeed, doing âthe thingâ that he usually didnât do.
âGo ahead and call me out on it,â he replied, his voiced trembling under sadness. He pulled his knees up to his chest and hid his face in his lap. Shydo knew he was crying in the first place, so there wasnât much to hide.
Ryan came up with a fib to tell her. Hopefully, itâll slide with her, considering her intoxicated state. Sheâd probably shrug and walk away anyway.
âIâm just⌠hormones, ya know?â he explained, stifling a small chuckle through the lump in his throat, which was clearly audible through his tone. âI-Iâll be fine⌠just go watch TVâŚâ
Shydo did not abide by his command or expectations. She knew this all too well to be hormones. She approached him.
âBullshit, dudeâŚâ she began. âYouâre in here crying for another reason. Iâve seen hormones and you are not hormones.â
She spoke in a dumb sort of way, but she meant everything she said.
âIâve known you my whole life, dude. I know your ups and downs, and youâre fuckinâ down.â She plopped next to him, bouncing momentarily. âYouâre like a ticking time bomb.â
He laughed weakly at her bomb joke, but it still wasnât enough to make him feel at ease.
âI know, youâve been there forever, but I donât want to be the burden on your shoulders. It should be the other way around.â
He dabbed his eyes with the edge of one of his quilts. Nothing was able to keep him down like this before, except this. Werenât there bigger things to be upset about?
âThe thing isâŚâ he began, letting his emotions speak. âI donât think I can do this without my mom being here. I know itâs been years since sheâs died, but I never planned on this. If she was here, sheâd give me advice, be here for me, go clothes shopping for my kid⌠thisâll just be so hard. Life without here is already hard as it is. She was my only best friend, Shydo.â
He held his knees close to his chest, hiding his face in his lap. He wept silently, disregarding the fact that Shydo was sitting right next to him, seeing him at his most vulnerable. He had a strong feeling sheâd laugh at him.
Shydo listened to his story, nodding as he spoke. She knew he was speaking with more emotion than usual, since he was talking about his mother.
She stared off into space, her ears open. She heard his voice cut off and looked back at him for further explanation. She furrowed her eyebrows when she saw him crying again.
"Dude, don't cry," she started, panicking slightly. She knew every time Ryan broke into tears, something was extremely wrong. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight, stroking his hair.
"Shh, shh..." Shydo shut her eyes tight, holding back her own tears. She knew about his pregnancy and how hard it was to have to have someone's kid - someone that doesn't love him. It hurt her just as bad, knowing her best friend was in pain, and what's worse was when one of her own family members was part of that pain.
âThat dumb kid laughs at everything.â he thought, wiping his eyes. He looked into the mirror, noticing how red his cornea were. Good thing he brought along his trusty shades.
He put them on and turned off his radio and cut off the ignition. He stepped out, the car disappearing behind him. He wiped his nose on his sleeve before entering his trailer, closing the door behind him and heading straight towards his room, ignoring Shydoâs annoying request for him to buy more Fruit Loops.
âSheâll catch on soon. Itâs like every time somethinâs wrong with me, sheâll knowâŚâ
Julius took the sack and the reward. He headed off into the forest acting as if he knew where he was going. The church worker tensed a bit and muttered something about the church being deceived by the hunter. It was indeed sad how some people saw the world in black and white. The missionary quickly returned to meet the priest of the church and informed him of what he had saw.Â
After an hour or two, Julius arrived by a river. He opened the bag and the little demon creature popped out from the sack. It stared at the hunter with confusion and Julius raised an eyebrow before speaking, âSurprised arenât you? I was never planning on killing you. Instead I was hoping youâd be sent back to your dimension. So how about it? Leave this world and live peacefully in your home.â
Naturally the demon wouldâve spat at his face and laughed maniacally before dashing away. However, the furry demon gave a toothy grin and trotted off as it puffed into thin air.
Ryan laid in his bed, staring at the Slayer and Metallica posters on his wall. He laid in a fetal position, his arms protectively wrapped around his growing abdomen. He was at least glad that the vomiting had stopped like weeks ago. Of course, the roller-coaster of maternity would never end; just one kind of torture after the other. Throwing up, eating, crying, raging⌠why was this even remotely necessary?
Hot tears burned his eyes, rolling past his eyelids and drizzling onto his pillow. It wasnât Julius who upset him, and he tried so hard to forget about seeing him trying to hunt the small demon, but it upset him more. His mind went back to when he first became a demon; scared, alone, confused and surrounded by people who wanted to kill him.
âI thought Iâd have a kid with someone I loved at this point. Not just a one-night stand accident⌠No, I shouldnât call my kid an accidentâŚ!â
Ryan expected when he was to have a kid, heâd be married, live somewhere decent, be in love. To have a husband come home at night while heâd be nearly asleep, his husband climbing into bed and wrap his arms protectively around his abdomen, cherishing their small mass of life together. It sounded like bliss, only something to be dreamt of. In his case, it was too good to be true. Julius probably didnât love him like that, and getting intimate with him - SOBERLY - would cause him to have to pull teeth.
The Belmont sighed as he watched the puff of smoke disperse. Admittedly the man had a mixture of emotions. He wondered if he could be a supportive father and supportive to Ryan. Probably the demon boyâs emotions were due to hormones and such. However, his pain seemed too realistic to be believed to be work of hormones. Julius felt guilty. He felt couldâve been responsible that night and didnât think he could be so drunk. Now what made him feel so guilty was having a child with someone who most likely knew Julius had no special feelings for. The hunter never pursued love and relationships ever since he lost his memories. Even when he regained his memories, love was nothing important to him. Now, he is unsure of how to be emotionally supportive.
Unfortunately, bigger problems were brewing up at the church. The missionary had reported what he had heard to the priest. Indeed, the priest was disgusted and felt somewhat ashamed of hiring Julius. They could forbid him from ever coming again. However, they needed his expertise. It was hard to find hunters as good as Julius and as a matter of fact, the Belmont hunter was widely considered to be the strongest of the century. Losing Julius would be like losing a free way ticket to Heaven for these people. They came up with a far better solutionâŚ
Ryan closed his eyes, his heart heavy. A large puddle sat by his eyes on a crease of the pillow contour to his head.
He kept his arms around his abdomen, gingerly stroking his tender bump. He never saw himself as a kid person, and he hoped to get himself together before it came. He wanted a good life for his kid, unlike the one he had, to be sure it lived a normal life like any other kid. Just to be loved and not hunted down or to see its father hunting down its kind, the child thinking its father would turn on it one day.
He heard a knock at the door and sat up, wiping his eyes. Either way, heâd look like shit no matter what he tried to do. The evidence couldnât be covered up; he was a hot mess.
Shydo opened Ryanâs door, her cornea as red as his, but for a much different reason. She grinned dumbly before entering his room.
âHeyâŚâ she started. âIt smells like cry in here.â
She looked at her friend, noticing he was upset and trying to hide it. She held her arms out in a confused manner.
âDude!â she began. âWhatâs up with you? Youâre like⌠Doing the thing. Whyâre you doing the thing?!â
Ryan tried to laugh at his friendâs stupidity. After all, she did try her best to lighten the mood for him.
He saw the confusion on her face, followed by the realization that he was, indeed, doing âthe thingâ that he usually didnât do.
âGo ahead and call me out on it,â he replied, his voiced trembling under sadness. He pulled his knees up to his chest and hid his face in his lap. Shydo knew he was crying in the first place, so there wasnât much to hide.
Ryan came up with a fib to tell her. Hopefully, itâll slide with her, considering her intoxicated state. Sheâd probably shrug and walk away anyway.
âIâm just⌠hormones, ya know?â he explained, stifling a small chuckle through the lump in his throat, which was clearly audible through his tone. âI-Iâll be fine⌠just go watch TVâŚâ
Shydo did not abide by his command or expectations. She knew this all too well to be hormones. She approached him.
"Bullshit, dude..." she began. "You're in here crying for another reason. I've seen hormones and you are not hormones."
She spoke in a dumb sort of way, but she meant everything she said.
"I've known you my whole life, dude. I know your ups and downs, and you're fuckin' down." She plopped next to him, bouncing momentarily. "You're like a ticking time bomb."

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âThat dumb kid laughs at everything.â he thought, wiping his eyes. He looked into the mirror, noticing how red his cornea were. Good thing he brought along his trusty shades.
He put them on and turned off his radio and cut off the ignition. He stepped out, the car disappearing behind him. He wiped his nose on his sleeve before entering his trailer, closing the door behind him and heading straight towards his room, ignoring Shydoâs annoying request for him to buy more Fruit Loops.
âSheâll catch on soon. Itâs like every time somethinâs wrong with me, sheâll knowâŚâ
Julius took the sack and the reward. He headed off into the forest acting as if he knew where he was going. The church worker tensed a bit and muttered something about the church being deceived by the hunter. It was indeed sad how some people saw the world in black and white. The missionary quickly returned to meet the priest of the church and informed him of what he had saw.Â
After an hour or two, Julius arrived by a river. He opened the bag and the little demon creature popped out from the sack. It stared at the hunter with confusion and Julius raised an eyebrow before speaking, âSurprised arenât you? I was never planning on killing you. Instead I was hoping youâd be sent back to your dimension. So how about it? Leave this world and live peacefully in your home.â
Naturally the demon wouldâve spat at his face and laughed maniacally before dashing away. However, the furry demon gave a toothy grin and trotted off as it puffed into thin air.
Ryan laid in his bed, staring at the Slayer and Metallica posters on his wall. He laid in a fetal position, his arms protectively wrapped around his growing abdomen. He was at least glad that the vomiting had stopped like weeks ago. Of course, the roller-coaster of maternity would never end; just one kind of torture after the other. Throwing up, eating, crying, raging⌠why was this even remotely necessary?
Hot tears burned his eyes, rolling past his eyelids and drizzling onto his pillow. It wasnât Julius who upset him, and he tried so hard to forget about seeing him trying to hunt the small demon, but it upset him more. His mind went back to when he first became a demon; scared, alone, confused and surrounded by people who wanted to kill him.
âI thought Iâd have a kid with someone I loved at this point. Not just a one-night stand accident⌠No, I shouldnât call my kid an accidentâŚ!â
Ryan expected when he was to have a kid, heâd be married, live somewhere decent, be in love. To have a husband come home at night while heâd be nearly asleep, his husband climbing into bed and wrap his arms protectively around his abdomen, cherishing their small mass of life together. It sounded like bliss, only something to be dreamt of. In his case, it was too good to be true. Julius probably didnât love him like that, and getting intimate with him - SOBERLY - would cause him to have to pull teeth.
The Belmont sighed as he watched the puff of smoke disperse. Admittedly the man had a mixture of emotions. He wondered if he could be a supportive father and supportive to Ryan. Probably the demon boyâs emotions were due to hormones and such. However, his pain seemed too realistic to be believed to be work of hormones. Julius felt guilty. He felt couldâve been responsible that night and didnât think he could be so drunk. Now what made him feel so guilty was having a child with someone who most likely knew Julius had no special feelings for. The hunter never pursued love and relationships ever since he lost his memories. Even when he regained his memories, love was nothing important to him. Now, he is unsure of how to be emotionally supportive.
Unfortunately, bigger problems were brewing up at the church. The missionary had reported what he had heard to the priest. Indeed, the priest was disgusted and felt somewhat ashamed of hiring Julius. They could forbid him from ever coming again. However, they needed his expertise. It was hard to find hunters as good as Julius and as a matter of fact, the Belmont hunter was widely considered to be the strongest of the century. Losing Julius would be like losing a free way ticket to Heaven for these people. They came up with a far better solutionâŚ
Ryan closed his eyes, his heart heavy. A large puddle sat by his eyes on a crease of the pillow contour to his head.
He kept his arms around his abdomen, gingerly stroking his tender bump. He never saw himself as a kid person, and he hoped to get himself together before it came. He wanted a good life for his kid, unlike the one he had, to be sure it lived a normal life like any other kid. Just to be loved and not hunted down or to see its father hunting down its kind, the child thinking its father would turn on it one day.
He heard a knock at the door and sat up, wiping his eyes. Either way, heâd look like shit no matter what he tried to do. The evidence couldnât be covered up; he was a hot mess.
Shydo opened Ryan's door, her cornea as red as his, but for a much different reason. She grinned dumbly before entering his room.
"Hey..." she started. "It smells like cry in here."
She looked at her friend, noticing he was upset and trying to hide it. She held her arms out in a confused manner.
"Dude!" she began. "What's up with you? You're like... Doing the thing. Why're you doing the thing?!"
One Winged Angel by ~Krad-Eelav