dmitrinfinite
dmitrinfinite
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dmitrinfinite · 1 year ago
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Puki will you leave tumblr because everyone’s acting like it’s dead now :(
oh yeah its SO dead.
1000 notes this post. Now
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dmitrinfinite · 1 year ago
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Oh yeah, you like me?
Okay what are my ocs names then, huh?
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dmitrinfinite · 1 year ago
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collected them all like infinity stones cause DO YOU BELIEVE ME NOW WHEN I SAID GAYPOCALYPSE IS REAL
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dmitrinfinite · 2 years ago
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finally got this shit done for the drivethru blog <3
can i get a human whumpee stumbling into an abandoned house when they’re seeking shelter from a thunderstorm. except it turns out this place is home to a vampire who doesn’t like intruders. please make it very hurt/comfort and maybe the vampire feels bad for the human in the end. thanks!
Hey, sorry for the wait! I've been real sick so working the drive-thru's been tough. Hope this tastes good!
-Laz, formerly known as Dmitri
Startled awake by a resounding thud from the floor below, the monster rose from their coffin. It was not the first time someone had come to slay them, and they knew it would not be the last. They would come in packs sometimes, with crossbows and crude wooden stakes, and cross pendants hung about their necks. Men and women, strong or scrawny, all ready to take a shot at the horrid vampire in the old house on the hill.
Rain slammed down against the roof above, the low growl of thunder reminding the vampire of their own growing hunger. Yawning, they brushed their fingers through their hair and took a deep sigh as they prepared for the confrontation. Fangs sheathed behind drawn lips, claws curled at their sides, they began the careful descent down the rotting stairs. The stench of old wood and dust did not bother them anymore, as it had done when they first moved in. One does get used to dwelling in squalor when there is nowhere else to go.
The vampire stepped into the foyer, silent and cautious, to see a young man slumped against the dresser by the door. He was breathing heavily, clothes and hair soaked from the rain, shivering. The vampire kept to the shadows, observing, and noticed something rather curious. This human carried no weapons, no cloves of garlic, no silver crosses, or holy texts. He was not here to hunt. He sat still for some time, the vampire watching as his chest heaved and his shoulder shook as his body was wracked with shivers.
The poor thing’s going to freeze to death, the vampire mused, aware of their terribly insulated home, before catching themselves; poor thing? Since when do I pity humans? They pushed those thoughts aside and considered for a moment what to do with this human – the vampire usually only drank from those who came to harm them, though, to be fair, this was the first time that hadn’t been the case. Regardless, the human had to go. His reaction to the vampire’s next move would determine how.
As swift and dark as a swooping raven, the vampire emerged from the shadows and knelt before the human, cold hands grabbing his throat and sharp claws pointing up under his chin. He froze instantly – as much as one could when shivering madly – and stared straight into the creature’s eyes, his own eyes widened in shock.
“This is my home,” the vampire said quietly, voice steady and low. “You are trespassing.” There was a moment of tense silence, broken only by the human’s tense breaths and the rhythmic thrumming of the rain outside.
“C-Clearly,” the human answered, swallowing thickly. “You, uh- you have a l-lovely home.” At this, the vampire raised their eyebrows.
“Flattery is more effective when you mean it,” they said dryly, pressing their claws in a little deeper. A drop of blood oozed out of the small wound and ran tantalisingly down the vampire’s finger. Strangely, the human’s features shifted; he set his jaw and looked straight into the vampire’s eyes, looking oddly determined.
“I’m w-worthless to my family now,” he said, “Might as well be useful to someone. Go on, suck me dry. Make my death mean s-something.” At that, the vampire seemed to choke on air and go very still, before slowly drawing their hands away. The two stared at each other for a moment, in which the human looked simultaneously offended and confused.
“Why would you-” he started, falling silent as the vampire’s hands curled around his wrists, slowly drawing them up so he was applying pressure to his wounds. They held them there for a moment before pulling away, standing up with a heavy sigh.
“I ate yesterday,” they lied. Truthfully, they weren’t entirely sure what to do with this clearly troubled human that’d stumbled into their abode. Killing him would probably be smart, but they weren’t all that fond of striking unprovoked.
“So what- what do I do? Just s-sit here and freez-” the human was interrupted by another fit of harsh coughing, doubling over and pressing a hand to his chest. The vampire looked at him, curled up and lost and bitter, and was jarringly reminded of something they’d been trying to forget.
“Please, just let me out! I-I promise, I won’t hurt anyone! I’m so cold, please…”
“That creature in there is not our child, dear. Don’t listen. It’s just trying to get in your head.”
The vampire bit their lip, hissing as their fangs pierced the skin. They still had moments like that, getting lost in memories or concentration and resorting to old human habits. Taking a deep breath, they steadied themselves and faced the human again.
“Don’t be dramatic,” they said sternly, “You aren’t going to die here, and I’m not going to kill you. Come.” He stood and cautiously followed them into the room at the end of the hall, still holding his hands over the small wounds under his chin. The vampire ushered him to a plush chair and aimed to push him down gently, wincing as they remembered their own strength. The human sat heavily with a little ‘oof’, watching as the vampire crossed the room and returned with an old cotton blanket. They shook it out before draping it over his shoulders, then stepping away as if they were afraid of any further contact.
“Thank you?” The human said, though it came out like a question. He wasn’t sure why this being clearly capable of killing him had decided to spare him, but he wasn’t going to protest. He had meant what he’d said before, about being willing to die, but it was at least a small relief to be breathing still.
“I’m sure you’re… not quite as worthless as you think,” the vampire responded with a light sigh. “Family has a habit of turning on you the moment you become different. Do not take it so personally.”
“You’ve been hurt too, huh?” The human asked, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. When he looked up, the vampire was gone. He sat for a moment, wondering if he’d offended them, when they strolled casually back into the room with small pieces of gauze in their hands. They knelt before the human, but this time as a healer instead of an assailant, carefully pressing the gauze between the human’s hands and the wounds.
“You could say that,” they finally answered, raising their piercing ruby eyes to the human’s for just a moment. Then they were gone again, stepping back deftly. They regarded him with apprehension before speaking quietly. “There’s a little wood left in the fireplace. Stay until the storm passes.” They vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving the human alone in the musty sitting room. Still, he was warm and oddly comforted, and decided perhaps he’d visit next time he was out hunting – he imagined the vampire would enjoy some rare meat in return for their odd hospitality.
As it turns out, they did.
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dmitrinfinite · 2 years ago
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hello to my 5 followers, come say hi
Whump Drive-Thru Masterpost
Hi! Welcome to the Whump Drive-Thru! We’re excited to take your order, but first- introductions!
We’re exactly what we sound like- a whump drive-thru. Send in your whump requests as a drive-thru order and we’ll write them!
A few Drive-Thru rules before you order:
We don’t serve NSFW whump
Be kind to your server and leave them a tip (aka heart and reblog)!
Remember to start your ask with “Can I get a___”
Drive safely!
Now to meet your servers! You can find more information on each drive-thru employee here:
Huffle
Everly
Dmitri
Quill
Max
Natalia
On to the whump! See what other customers have ordered below:
Thank you for choosing the Whump Drive-thru and have a wonderful day!
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dmitrinfinite · 2 years ago
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love u (no homo but full homie)
sorry if certain phrases sound off i originally wrote this in present but then it changed to past and i didn't notice until i was done 😭
@dmitrinfinite @hufflepuffwritingstuff2
"you're mine," the villain says. "aren't you? are you not mine?"
the drugs turn the hero's mind into a mess of thoughts—terribly slippery, foggy, unfocused thoughts. still they bite it out. "no," they hiss, or at least try to. "not yours. my own person."
"your own person," the villain agrees. "your own person, who i own. yes? mine to ruin? mine to take care of? mine to hurt and heal?"
the hero spits in their face. the villain shrieks furiously and the sound sends chills down the hero's spine, fear flickering through their spine as quickly as the brush of a butterfly's wings against one's cheek.
"insubordinate," the villain hisses. they backhand the hero and their head knocks easily to the side. a headache bursts through their skull, pounding, their sense of direction briefly lost. "recalcitrant and flat out rude. don't you understand how much i'm doing for you?"
"ruining my life?"
"protecting you!"
"clipping my wings."
at that the villain gives a subtle pause. "yes," they say, and the hero's throat lodges. "yes, actually. well, no. pinning you to my soft plush little board."
"you're terrible."
"you'll learn to understand." the villain draws back. "you're terrible at keeping yourself safe. you flirt with those who do not have intentions as pure as yours." their fingers dig under the hero's clothes and their skin prickles in revulsion. the villain brushes a scar. the hero hates it when people touched their scars. "you constantly put yourself in harm's way and get these hideous marks. you should be flawless! you were born flawless. and yet...how blind you are to your beauty. how foolish of you not to preserve it."
the hero shakes and quivers. they want that hand to get off. why under their clothes? there were plenty of scars elsewhere on their body. the way the villain touches is disgusting, was always disgusting, really. "if you really loved me," the hero says, despite the acrid sensation climbing up their throat. "you would love me as i am."
"i really love you." finally the villain's hand leaves, but then they gently cradle the hero's stinging cheek. the drugs make them feel feverish, and it's terrible how they find the cold temperature of the villain's hand soothing. they lean into it and don't even notice, not until the villain's eyes melt completely. "i really do. i adore you. that's why i want to make you the best you can be."
the hero shakes their head in growing fear. they want to spit again, but the villain has sharp nails. they imagine those nails digging in mercilessly, not afraid to ruin their face further as punishment—with the way they're talking, the hero's sure the villain has developed some sort of technology to really heal their scars. "i will never be what you want me to be."
i'll make you see, the villain whispers. their eyes are dark with complete devotion, with utter, unadulterated, hideous love. the hero doesn't even know how it got to that point. they would've done everything to stop it, had they noticed the signs. "i'll make you see how kind i can be. kind and loving and the perfect partner for you."
"for your pet?"
the villain's eyes light up, and they grin brightly. the hero's heart stops. "yes, if you want us to be like that."
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dmitrinfinite · 2 years ago
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love this! the art is so expressive and the message is perfect <3
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An informational comic I illustrated for my comics 2 class about drag!
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dmitrinfinite · 2 years ago
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i cannot express how much my transmasc ass adores this fr
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Trans Eddie au pt 14! I cut it shorter now that there's sooo many characters to draw :' ) I love them tho
First / Prev / Next
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dmitrinfinite · 2 years ago
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Absolutely love Fish in a birdcage. Their music is top tier
FR!!!! i joined the fan discord a few days ago and i may get a chance to meet and talk to the mr. FIAB himself 🙏
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dmitrinfinite · 2 years ago
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dmitrinfinite · 2 years ago
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ok most of my mutuals have already been tagged so i won’t be able to do 10, but here we go
Rule #4 - Fish in a Birdcage (Fish in a Birdcage)
Rule #27 - Drunk on Pride (Fish in a Birdcage)
La Gloire à mes genoux (Le Rouge et le Noir)
Les Maudits Mots d'amour (Le Rouge et le Noir)
Буцефул [Bucefal] (PALC)
@masterofbrioches @fj-is-a-dumbass​ @snowshowerwriting​
🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨
EEEEEE love this okay HERE WE GO!!
In no particular order and randomly chosen (loooove music it's hard to choose xD):
Gloom Boys - Waterparks
Mr Brightside - The Killers
Desperate Measures - Marianas Trench
Hullabaloo - Rare Americans
Heavy Metal - Bring Me The Horizon
I'm tagging!! @thelazywitchphotographer if you haven't done it already :> as well as! @hufflepuffwritingstuff2, @deckofaces, @dmitrinfinite, @whumpasaurus101, @justalittlecorrupted, @creweemmaeec11, @gingerly-writing, @snowshower, and @amethystpath-writes!
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dmitrinfinite · 2 years ago
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Prompt #1135
Princes are not usually the ones locked in towers.
But when they’re imprisoned countless floors above the ground, they’re not supposed to be saved.
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dmitrinfinite · 2 years ago
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Hi
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dmitrinfinite · 2 years ago
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Teneritas - Vox Domini Oneshot
Vox Domini Masterlist
This work was written for my lovely friend @thelocalnemesis!
In Hades’ line of work, scrapes and bruises were expected. He’d dealt with plenty of injuries, but that didn’t make them hurt any less when they happened. Today he’d managed to piss off a powerful sorcerer in a trade, and ended up with thankfully light - but still painful - burns across his back. His protective scales only covered his upper back and shoulders, so the soft human flesh below had taken the brunt of the damage. Now he laid on his stomach in bed, cursing out that volatile sorcerer and their admittedly frightening magic while waiting for his physician to return with something to soothe his burns. When he heard the door open, he sighed.
“Let’s get this over and done with, I want to stew in my anger in peace,” he grumbled. Soft footsteps neared the bed.
“Alright,” Felix replied, catching Hades off guard. His voice was low and gentle, as it often was, with an added tinge of subdued concern. “I’ll leave you be as soon as I’m done. I hope it’s alright that I’m doing this… you know, instead of your doctor.” It took a moment to find the right words.
“Not at all,” Hades replied, tensing briefly as cool, tender hands touched his back. Whatever substance was being used to treat his burns was delightfully numbing, and as dextrous fingers massaged it into the spots beneath his shoulderblades he had to clench his fists to hold back a sigh of unrestrained pleasure.
“I’m done,” Felix finally said, somewhere close to his ear, and once again Hades was tempted to call off their ‘business only’ deal on the spot. Instead, he chose to test the waters a little.
“Could you keep going?” He asked. Truthfully, the soft touches and tender care he’d been receiving left him unashamedly wanting more. There was a brief pause, in which he shifted to look up at his companion. Felix appeared slightly flustered, but met his eyes and nodded lightly.
“I hope this isn’t too presumptuous,” he said, resuming gently massaging Hades’ back from his waist to where his skin met his scales, “But… if you need comfort, you don’t need an excuse to ask for it.”
“Your presumptions are often correct. Yes, I… I’d like it if you could do this again sometime.” The air in the room was still and warm, a haven away from the prying eyes and chill winds of the outside world.
“Whenever you ask, my Lord, I will be there to help you.”
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dmitrinfinite · 2 years ago
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thank you for the otter homie, have this big doggo
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hello sir i found this blog through a random screenshot on pinterest and i came to say you are very based, rock on dude 🤘
AAAAAAA!!! THANK YOU!!
i can’t believe i have made it to pinterest 😭😭
slay!! have an otter
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dmitrinfinite · 2 years ago
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HAPPY HOLIDAYS, HAPPY HANUKKAH, MERRY CHRISTMAS AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN
yes i know that tree is garbage leave me alone
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dmitrinfinite · 2 years ago
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somebody pls give him hug
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Iconic
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