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Well someone is in a mad scientist mood

Correct LMAO

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“Goddamn, it’s colder’n a witch’s titty out here,” you grumble.

Colder than a…? Mika’s brain screeches to a halt… then takes off at a mile a minute. Do I… is this flirting? Should I ask for help warming them up…? No, I can’t, that would be so weird… what does that even mean? I mean… I don’t wear bras but I am wearing a sweater so they’re not that cold but I could pretend they are—

“Mika? Mikaaaaa?” Your gloved hand waves in front of their face. “Earth to Mika…? ………..Gaia to Mika….?”

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Minotaur; Embrace

labyrinth, banished, following

Day 15 of @yandere-sins’ Monstober and @ozzgin’s Yantober! Glad that you’re feeling better lately Ivy!

Taglist: @hana-no-seiiki

The sound of hooves echoes through the cold stone corridors of your prison— your tomb.

You know your fate.

The whole damn realm knows.

Your punishment had been public, humiliating. Your charges? All false pretenses, but— who would dare call the King a liar to his face?

You wrapped your threadbare rags around yourself for warmth as much as you could, trying to ignore the encroaching cold from the stone walls closing in on you.

At least it would be over soon.

The hoofbeats became closer. And closer.

You feel the beast’s breath, it’s draping fur. You curl up tighter, though you know it’s only prolonging the inevitable. This monster will tear you apart and suck the marrow from your bones. It will not kill you quickly, only mindlessly consume—

Its arms wrap around you, and you brace for the pain, but when it lifts you with a bullish grunt— nothing happens. No teeth, no claws, no rending of limbs. Just warm fur and the Minotaur’s thrumming heartbeat against your cheek.

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"N-no!.... Don't go in, p-please? No... please?..."

Hot mist sprays across your exposed flesh, coupling with the sweat accumulated from a particularly warm winter's eve. Baking in your nightly attire, your skin breathes for the first time in what feels like ages as you unzip your clothing - bathroom door flung open as the zipper's teeth part past your collar. Through the vapor, you could already see the ears building in their eyes as they leapt at your patted legs.

"Carnis, sweetheart, I like wearing the cow onesie as much as you like seeing me in it, but this thing is burning me up!"

Like quicksand, attempting to squirm free of his iron clad grip on your waist strengthens their hold.

"B-but...but..." Whimpers replace the words the hybrid cannot find on their own. "Cute.... You always look nice... c-cute, but this...it's different."

Their large, sad eyes dart between the faux tail dangling from your backside to the nubby horns stitched into the spotted hood adorned atop your head.

"Cow Y/n.... I-I'll miss cow Y/n... already do..."

"Carnis, just because I'm taking off now doesn't mean I'll never wear it again." Resting your palm on Carnis' head, you search through his fluffy nest of hair for the base of his right horn - scratching gently. "Tell you what, I'll put it in the wash so then I can wear it again when it gets cold can. Is that okay with you."

Sniffling, the cow dips their head in agreement. "Kay..."

"Would joining me in the shower cheer you up more?"

"Shower?... With you?"

The millisecond those magic words leave your mouth, Carnis's arms detach from your waist - hooking to the side of the bathtub as they kick their leg over, gearing up to climb in.

"Wait, wait- Take your clothes off before you get in! Carnis!"

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Da-hyun, on the other hand, takes her nun roleplay a little too seriously. She’s a little too strict, a little too enthused to bring out a disciplinary paddle. You may hear her soft, faint laugh on an exhale… if you’re able to concentrate beyond your own breathing, pain, and pleasure.

Trying to do some roleplay with Dae-hyun, who’s wearing this, but he can’t quit smiling and giggling the whole time and ruining the “serious priest” act he’s supposed to be putting on

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Fighting the urge to give Da-hyun the “Miguel O’Hara treatment” in which her universe’s version of you died or escaped, and now she sees this you with Dae-hyun…

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Dae-hyun and Da-hyun

五百式全身メーカー｜Picrew

Artist is iwose <3

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I feel like Marcus is way too self-aware to like,,, openly try to “therapize” you after kidnapping you. I mean he’s still gonna try to convince you that you need him and you’ll be happier if you give in or that you’re not abjectly miserable already

But I think Dae-Hyun would find it funny to sit across from you and ask you questions like “and how does that make you feel? :)” while you’re gagged and visibly furious

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What if I'm a cannibal and I want to eat his liver everyday huh🤨?? He has clones he'll be fine

The Dae-hyuns would grow livers and rotate transplanting them into themselves just for this. The burning ache of your fingers ripping open their never-quite-healed stitches to sink your teeth into the bloody flesh of their new liver is a feeling they can’t get enough of. Their own stitches ache and burning desire constricts their lungs as they watch you eat the liver of the lucky Dae-hyun of the day…

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my feedback is that we need to kiss him MORE, absolutely flusters that guy

You scallywag! That is a request dressed up as feedback, not feedback!

But it is cute so I will allow it.

The first time the two of you kiss, Dae-hyun trembles with excitement the whole time. His lips are dry but soft, and he shivers harder at the gentle brush of your lips against his. He holds onto you a little too tightly the whole time. When you pull back, his face is already flushed and glasses are little askew as if you’ve had a much more intense make out session than you did, and he lets out a cute, shy little laugh. He whimpers a lot if you kiss him deeply, letting your tongue explore his mouth. If he’s in a more dominant position and shoving his tongue in your mouth, he’s a lot rougher and probably still giggles during it.

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technically in another universe, could dae-hyun make a frainkenstein darling?

ANON. ANON YOU’RE A GENIUS SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO POST THIS I THOUGHT ABOUT IT SO MUCH BUT GOT WORN OUT SND ALMOSR FORGOT TO ANSWER. I love you /platonic /no parasocial

Dae-hyun has always hated the character Victor Frankenstein.

Victor Frankenstein was a fool and a coward.

When thinking back using the novel, Dae-hyun had often scoffed at Victor’s need to reverse death, to use pieces of dead bodies to build a living one. Dae-hyun cared little about death. A necessary part of the ecosystem, the cycle of the world.

But he couldn’t deny the lure of accomplishing the impossible. Life from death, accomplished not by fungi and decomposers creating fertile material for new plants and animals to be born, but accomplished by one man… having that knowledge, that power over nature.

Dae-hyun generally isn’t one to second-guess himself, but looking at your lifeless form on the table beginning to be filled with blood and medicine, lungs and heart and brain stimulated by machines, he must admit he’s not confident in his work. You are a patchwork collection of dead parts, held together with surgical implants and his own thick, clumsy stitches. The finer details of the surgical process had never been his strong suit as a physician.

Your vitals remain lifelike but not alive. Perhaps this really was a fool’s errand, a mistake. He should’ve used fresher parts, killed people and taken their limbs and organs still warm— and then he hears your lungs stutter, a skip in the beat of your heart. A sign of life, a drive for autonomy no matter how unconscious, and his own breath catches in his throat. Your eyes flutter open, wide and empty, and they’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

It breaks his heart if you ever ask why you must exist. Why you are alone— the only one of your kind.

“But you aren’t alone, yeobo.” Dae-hyun gently grabs your wrist, dragging your hand up under his sweater. Your fingers, stiff and cold, catch on the raised scars of a y-incision. Pieces of his body grafted into yours, and yours into his, forever together. “We’re the same, you and I. My heart, my life, my love.”

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Trying to do some roleplay with Dae-hyun, who’s wearing this, but he can’t quit smiling and giggling the whole time and ruining the “serious priest” act he’s supposed to be putting on

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Dae-huyn trying desperately to revive a dead darling 👀

CW: angst, gore, death, reader death, suicidal ideation, is it suicide or manslaughter and murder if he kills his own clones in the process?, murder, discussions of death and decomposition both scientific and philosophical

Ears ringing, head pounding, Dae-hyun forces open his eyes and looks around the lab. Smoke, char, limbs and viscera of his clones strewn about. A laugh rattles from his chest. What an adrenaline rush! An experiment gone so wonderfully wrong!

And then he remembers you were in the room too, and he feels the fear like ice down every last nerve. He looks— and there you are, body intact, but—

No, no. This isn’t right.

Dae-hyun’s eyes fill with tears, but he can’t stop the laughter. He crawls over and tries to push you awake, but your only head lolls at a strange angle, eyes still open and staring at nothing.

Wake up. Wake up. Why won’t you wake up?

You make a shuddering noise, an exhale washes over his cheek, and Dae-hyun allows himself to hope. But you don’t breathe back in. He searches for your pulse, cradles your head and lowers his to your chest to listen, hoping against hope. His laughing fit finally subsides with a sob.

Dae-hyun takes a shuddering breath of his own, locking the rising panic behind the steel vault in his mind. There’s no time to sit in denial. You’ll grow cold, and stiff, and the bacteria inside of you will eat its way out and then there won’t be enough of you to salvage.

For the first time, his stomach turns at the memories of the cadavers he’s studied, the ones he’s created. Dae-hyun takes a deeper breath. Another wasted moment, one more moment closer to you dissolving away into disparate amino acids and proteins and everything that makes you you torn asunder—Dae-hyun shakes his head, forces himself to focus.

He has to preserve you. He can’t let you rot away into entropy.

Dae-hyun drags you deeper, deeper down into his compound. A half-formed clone is dragged from its incubator, the technology quickly repurposed for you as the clone shivers and wilts in agony as it dies in your stead. Your heart starts beating, your blood begins to flow. But even for a genius like Dae-hyun, it’ll take days, weeks to restore your brain’s functions. He slumps forward against the incubation tube, letting his forehead rest against the glass. His shuddering breaths fog the surface.

How can he wait so long for you? Dae-hyun knows it’d be quicker to try and join you in death, but— the shadowy realm after death is one Dae-hyun knows nothing of. Ephemeral, distant— what if he couldn’t find you on the next page? What if there was no epilogue, no satisfactory ending after all this?

Too risky.

Dae-hyun steels his nerves once more, and begins preparations for the next stage.

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Dae-hyun, laying on his back and looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling like the two of you are having a sleepover: “Sooo, got any embarrassing, dirty secrets you can tell me~?”

Darling, tied up and there against their will, annoyed with his shenanigans, rolling their eyes: “Sometimes I pick my nose.”

CW: medical equipment, needles, sexual conversation, dub-con on account of being kidnapped/at his capricious mercy

Dae-hyun pouts, rolling over to look at Darling and kick his feet behind him. “You know I meant sexual secrets~! Kinks, fetishes, things like that…” Dae-hyun pauses, and giggles. “I already know what they are, but I want to hear you say them~! If I have to, I’ll use a truth serum on you~!”

Dae-hyun pulls out a syringe with a sickly glowing liquid, tapping the side with unabashed glee.

You get the feeling that no matter how honest you are, he’s going to use it on you anyway just to get every last detail…

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How would Dae-Hyun in theory meet his darling?

I feel like Dae-Hyun would probably meet his Darling on a dating app. Maybe he was horny and bored, or his parents were pressuring him to find somebody to settle down with, but he wasn’t expecting much… until your picture flickered onto the screen. His finger hovered over the screen, and then clicked your profile. Language and the interpretation of it wasn’t his strong suit— he was a scientist, versed more in numbers than anything else— but he found himself poring over every word you’d typed, pondering over the options you’d left blank or put a generic answer to. He wanted to dissect you, but— but not in the way he usually wanted to dissect people—! He put the phone face down on the table, wiping his sweaty palms against his slacks. He had to come up with something clever, witty, something that usually came pretty easily to him, so he picked the phone back up—

Hi! :)

Dae-hyun slumped forward, tipping his forehead against his phone. Was that really the best I could’ve come up with?

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A fellow villain, or maybe a lab assistant: “A love serum? Really? That’s kind of desperate… don’t you think?”

“Haha, not at all! They’d fall in love with me anyway. I’m only speeding up the process~!” Dae-hyun winks, carelessly flicking the cap off a reagent bottle.