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“Yeah me too.”

“It’s just so good!! It’s not fairrrr! I’d’ve rather let the brain eating amoeba get me.”

“Ha! I hear you there! When I agreed to let my boyfriend try biting in bed I didn’t realize I was agreeing to a life without it… or as a vampire… but that’s beside the point!”

“…holy shit dude that’s fucked”

“I know right! I would’ve gotten garlic bread at dinner that night had I known!”

“Vampire help hotline, what can I do for you?” “I just… I miss garlic bread…”

I have so many near-comple wips, but writers block and task paralysis are wiping the floor with me, so please bear with me lovies 🫶

I long to kill the writers block fairy

As we reach the edge of camp, the awkward hush fell back over our party’s usual loud, tittering banter. Huffing, I finally come to terms with the rest of the party has finally come to the same conclusion that I’ve kept to myself for nearly nine months now, Kyle was replaced, by what is likely a changeling, but the thing is, whatever whomever has replaced him is so much more enjoyable to be around, and a much better team player. Not to mention they’re ten times more efficient than Kyle ever was. But, it’s time to have the conversation I’ve been avoiding all this time. Grabbing “Kyle” gently by the shoulder, I stop us on the outskirts of our camp.

“Hang on a minute, Kyle. There’s, uh, something I’ve been avoiding talking to you about, but I… uh… I think it’s time to rip the bandages off, you know?”

“I really don’t… Ayelleshya, is everything okay?”

“Well, it’s just,” I sigh, bracing myself for the conversation. “I’m just going to be blunt, but you gotta let me get through everything, and I mean my whole spiel, before you jump to conclusions, or get mad, or anything. Do we have a deal?”

“I.. well, it really sounds like I don’t have a choice, but… we have a deal.”

“Good. So, uh, I guess I’ll just dive in. So, I realized a while ago that you’ve been acting kind of uh… out of character.” I hesitate, trying to gauge the reaction on Kyle’s face. “But I think the rest of the party has finally caught on and I just… well, Ithinkthatyoumightnotactuallybekyleanymoreandijustwantedtosaythatthatstottallyokayandweactuallypreferyoutokyleandifyouwantedtojustbeyouinsteadofhavingtopretendtobehimthatdbeokaywithusandillevenhelpyouwiththetranditionifyouneed!”

“What was that last part?” Kyle’s face twists with confusion, while his voice lets out the kindest version of confusion I’ve ever seen from him.

I take a deep breath, steadying myself, “So I think that you might not actually be Kyle, but that’s okay because we totally prefer you to him, and if you just wanted to present as yourself or as not-Kyle, we’d be okay with that, and I’d be more than happy to help you with that transition however I can…” I trail off, not sure what else to say.

“Oh…”

My throat seems to seal itself shut as I choke on my anxiety, nervous that I’ve hurt not-Kyle’s feelings. Mentally scrambling for something to say as damage control, I stare at them dumbly, opening my mouth only to shut it as they speak again.

“Thank God!!! I was dying pretending to be such a worthless asshole all the time! I mean, it’s just so not me!” Not-Kyle babbles, shifting into their own skin with a flash, and offering their hand for a shake, “the name’s Chatelle, I’m a changeling from New Port Harbor.”

“It’s nice to finally formally meet you, Chatelle!” I greet with an excited grin, delighted at the way that Chatelle lights up in their own skin, “might I ask what pronouns you use? I want to make sure I reintroduce our newest addition to the party correctly!”

“Oh! I use any pronouns, but if it’s easier to just pick one, they/them works perfectly fine! I’m so excited!! I’ve been so stressed with how this has been so obviously messing with the group vibe!!”

Through a series of events you find out that your party members have all been replaced by a mimic, a skinwalker, a changeling, and a shapeshifter. You don’t bring up that you know this however as they’re a lot nicer and more efficient then the ones they replaced.

“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

i did this instead of writing

And so, to protect man, and to save yourself the grief, you set up a shop selling blood treats. But you don’t use your own blood. No, that’s far too dangerous, and you’re far too afraid of having your blood drawn. So you turn to the cultures of the world that offer blood based treats and cuisines. Gathering many professionals, you create a unique, peculiar tea house, Bloody Immortali-tea, a tea house that serves almost exclusively blood based foods and the occasional blood infused tea. That way, those hoping to make good on a long-storied folly can safely feast on all the blood they could desire, and see that their foundation of hope were built on the sands of deceit, all while allowing you to keep your blood in your veins, and only in your veins.

You are an immortal, having to deal with the rather troublesome rumour that your blood grants immortal life. However, what those after your blood don’t know is that since you can’t die, you are an excellent host to several deadly bacteria and viruses-all existing peacefully in your blood.

I love how emo he was when he was first introduced...

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