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House Rules:
Guest comments are enabled.
Please be respectful, mind the tags, and love each other.
Hate will be removed, regardless of its direction.
Information:
This fic was written in the Obsidian application and was translated from multiple languages.
Some jokes and/or puns may not make sense. See notes when available.
Some chapters are rough. It definitely gets better after the first few.
They're short, anyway.
This story takes place around two years past the general storyline. I mainly write from tokuten drama CD inspired ideas, rather than the game itself.
Although, this is far more inspired by things I think about often.
Such as, but not limited to: The Glass Castle, Blood Meridian, East of Eden, Death of a Salesman, The Last Unicorn, the various works of Kant, Les Mis, Next To Normal, music playlists, and whatever the hell Van Sant and Wes Anderson are drinking.
The characters’ ages function primarily as human disguises.
All central characters are centuries old adults. References to “adolescence” in this work describe a secondary vampiric developmental stage rather than human puberty.
Boundaries:
You can ship brothers. I won't yuck your yum. You can even share headcanons and thoughts on it, but it will not be written into this story. At all.
That being said, feel free to share any ideas and headcanons in the comments.
That's why there are so many comment threads on this fic.
I miss old fanfiction spaces, so I like interacting with you all and listening to your ideas and headcanons and such.
Please, keep in mind I am just one guy. I do a lot of manual labor all day so I am combatting sunburnt eyes and gray hair and back pain all day.
I will not abandon this fic but I get temporarily murdered A LOT and that can slow down writing.
Blue collar man already feels stupid writing about little vampires.
-- Townshend302