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Ipomoea - Intro

"Milkweeds... At least you're actually good at stalking..."

He/him - Mixed Native American - 5'5

Looks: Fairly thin, though he's a bit pear shaped with very powerful legs. His eyes change depending on the au, at base they are purple and almond shaped. Lighter tan skin, he has a birthmark on the right side of his hips that is a sort of blobby floral shape. He has a small, upturned nose and fairly thin, dry lips. His hair is the longest, black and going down to his mid-thighs when it's down, he usually keeps it in a loose or messy bun. At base, he's always shaking when you touch him and usually very warm from having been running from you. His skin is not the healthiest as he's constantly stressed, once he gets used to it his skin will become softer and brighter.

His base is terrified of you and actively dislikes you, always running to escape you. He resents morning glories for their meanings and what that can reflect on him. Ipomea Alba is a stark contrast from his base form, Alba is deeply in love with darling and views his relationship to darling the same way Belphie views her relationship Alba's eyes are extremely pale, almost white.  Ipomea Batatas is similar to his base form, but much more passive, he gives in to his darling's wishes very quickly. Ipomea Coccinea is a woman, she is also a complete bitch, she kinda slays cuz she's a major girlboss but she's such a mean girl it kinda negates her cool factor, her eyes are scarlet. Ipomea Cordatotriloba is here for angst, either having an extremely aggressive darling who traps him and abuses him or having a dead darling, he's much more lightskinned and his eyes are a dusty pink. Ipomea Jalapa is a top so not real, this blog is not for that, dw, he doesn't exist, he can't hurt you. Ipomea Lobata is for crackfics, his eyes are a reddish orange. Ipomea Quamoclit is like Coccinea if she wasn't mean, Quamoclit is a girlboss and a sugar mommy, emphasis on the mommy, she's a sweetheart with light red eyes. Technically Ipomea's base last name is Purpurea.

Ipomea is the only one of my characters who knows about flower meanings, that's why he favors milkweeds and despises morning glories. He will cry if you give him morning glories, doesn't matter what version, he'll be so sad. Sweet potatoes are his favorite food, though.

Flavor profile: The different versions have slightly different flavors, but it doesn't change too much about how you should prepare him. He should be cooked like a suckling pig to draw out the sweet flavors within, be careful not to under or over cook him or he will be bitter and impossible to truly enjoy. Serve him on a bed of fruits with a simple glass of water or something with a very neutral flavor as to not overwhelm your tastebuds. Ipomea Lobata is the only one with a different ideal preparation, grind his meat to make burgers with, they'll be the sweetest burgers you ever have.

Hornt time:

Ipomea is actually majorly into the whole predator/prey thing you usually have going on. He's way too stubborn and scared of you to ever admit it, but he often has wet dreams centered around it. He's the least sexual of my ocs as he is genuinely scared of his darling and genuine fear is pretty unsexy to me. However, if you get him to actually accept living with you and not trying to run away, he will gain the highest libido ever. Like you come home and he's immediately pulling your pants down levels. Once he's accepted you, he's really so desperate for the attention.

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Belphie - Intro

"A little sabi star tree? You know me so well~"

She/her - Chinese - 5'0

Looks: She's quite thin overall, any curves hidden under her sweater vest. She has pink eyes due to her albinism, also giving her poor vision and extremely light skin. Her lips look more pink than is typical, especially once she puts on lipgloss. Her hair is blonde and usually kept in pigtails. She is, similarly to Ishna, quite soft as her sunscreen lotions really moisturize her. Both her eyes and hands have a very slight tremor.

She absolutely loathes her adoptive parents, rightfully so, but she doesn't typically wish she wasn't adopted. She prefers to assume her bio parents gave her up because they didn't have the resources to care for her. Plus, her darling is from where her adoptive parents live, so she prefers to imagine having been adopted by better people and closer to her darling's childhood home(s). She likes to dress very very cutesy and especially enjoys if her darling prefers any darker alternative fashions. She's the actual definition of those aesthetic mood boards that are all bright pink and blood splatters. She's sometimes a bit of a pick-me for her darling but she was basically trained to behave that way, it's a miracle she is ever calm around you. She is a master manipulator and would prefer to keep you with her via manipulation, however, if you don't fall hard enough for her she will lock you away until you become too paranoid to survive without her.

She also views you as her protector for having killed one of her parent's friends, even if you tell her it was a coincidence. She's a major sucker for romance and likes to imagine your meeting as similar to a fairytale. If it wasn't for her penchant for murder and strange relationship with death and gore, she'd be a fairly typical rich girl. She's just so cringefail but she was trained to be girlboss.

Flavor profile: Her meat is fairly dry due to her low body fat, the flavor is very rich, however. Marinate her in a cooking wine of your preference and drizzle with a citrusy sauce to keep her from being too gamey, also be sure to slow roast her to elevate her lighter, more fruity notes. Serve with a light salad and an especially sweet Moscato or a shirley temple for maximum enjoyment. She'll make a meal that should certainly be reserved for special occasions.

Hornt time: 

Belphie's biggest turn-on is you being monstrous. Aus where you are specifically inhuman, she is obsessed with your non human characteristics. She also loves you marking her, hickies make her feel more beautiful than any compliment could. She especially likes the idea of you sexually eating her, in fact she imagines you digging your teeth into her anytime you eat her out. She's the most likely of all my ocs to enjoy sweet vanilla sex. She'll definitely prefer you being a freak, but it's incredibly endearing to her if you are only ever gentle when you touch her. Regardless, she's embroidered your name on all of her bows, hair and tie.

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Ipomoea - Debut

cw; stalking kidnapping, murder mentioned, desecrated corpse described, nightmares, Ipomoea actually doesn't like you, or at least it really seems like it for this one.

Ipomoea could sense the eyes on him, eyes he saw in his dreams, eyes that had followed him for months. The eyes of the only person he really saw anymore. It had been a miracle he'd gotten this job, having suddenly moved into the town and coming into the interview looking half dead, he'd planned to really just scrounge for food where he could until he had to leave again. But they had hired him for a simple security position, at night, as he'd requested. Unfortunately it seemed the eyes were becoming faster or, more accurately, you had become better at tracking him down.

A note fluttered onto his desk as he began to shake in fear. ‘Come home❤️ Rest up -(Y/n)’. He covered his head, curling up in the small chair and shaking his head violently. Not again, so soon. He thought he'd ran far enough to have at least a week. He'd expected to have some freedom, at least for a little while. He pulled out his baton, clutching it like it was his very lifeline. He didn't use it when the time came. When the eyes floated towards him, disconnected and quick. He didn't even swing when hands wrapped around his throat and began to squeeze.

Ipomoea shot up, falling out of the office chair he was in. He muttered a curse to himself, angry at his mind and body betraying him. He'd been paranoid before you became a strange part of his life, but since your appearance, he'd become much more so and his nightmares had become so much worse. By now it was as if he couldn't blink without imagining you capturing him. He dreaded the idea of what you would do when you finally did catch him. He hoped he'd have enough chances to evad you that you'd eventually give up but he knew within himself it was only a matter of time before he misstepped or simply gave in. 

All of your strange notes to him professed love and claimed you would care for him and be sweet, but how was he supposed to believe that when half of them were written in blood or included pictures of him in compromising situations? The worst had been at the beginning, one of his old co workers had a bad habit of pestering him, sometimes by demeaning him, sometimes by propositioning him. They had been missing for almost a month before the display was found. It was beautiful, in a very twisted way, they were tied up with morning glories, one soaked in their blood and settled in their open mouth. The vine had gone all the way down their throat into their lungs. And a dead stick of milkweed was stabbed through their core, fresh flowers attached to the end to make it look like it was blooming from them.

Ipomoea often dreamt of them since that sight, they would just stare at him, fresh blood dripping from the flower in their mouth. But they were not the worst of the spirits in his dreams. You had seemed to become more gentle once you realized how much he hated the more extravagant and brutal displays, that gentleness unfortunately gave opportunity for more corpses be able to speak to him in his dreams. For the most part, his nightmares revolved around your eyes, often disconnected from a body. When he did imagine a body for you he usually pictured your body as an entangled mass of flowers, held together mainly with morning glories. Your chest bloomed with dying milkweeds, the plants being choked out by the purple flowers which bloomed when those eyes landed on him. Your hair was made of dragon's wort with black arium as a decorative flower crown.

He knew you loved him, he only refused to believe it was an actual love. He hadn’t actually seen your face yet, you wanted it to be a surprise for after you caught him, but he felt confident you looked terrifying. He couldn’t imagine you as anything but a monster. Though he did have a very clear vision of that monster, which haunted his dreams. His dreams of you had been becoming worse, too, more realistic. Plus they were blending into reality. He could almost feel when you wrapped an arm around his neck and pressed a hand over his mouth. He could almost taste the pill that you’d shoved into his mouth and even could feel as he finally swallowed it.

When he woke up, he was in a dark room, slightly cold and humid, but not uncomfortable, especially with the blanket tucked warmly around him. He was still sure it was a dream, that he’d likely be reprimanded or even fired for falling asleep on the job. Only when you finally turned the lights on did he realize it was real. And worse, he realized you weren’t a hideous monster, you were… exactly his type.

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Belphie - Debut

cw; Child abuse, adopted child abuse, implied pedo(Gets murdered and ate), Cannibalism, she's a little bit of a pick me but I love her so

Belphagor could not stand the filth in her home. Forced to call the people who basically bought her "Mother and Father" and smile wide and look all elegant. She hated it, she hated them. Both her adoptive parents and every single one of their friends who often came over to gawk at her, sometimes for her unnatural eyes, sometimes for her skills, sometimes to just stare at her in ways that made her want to brutally destroy them. Regardless, she had the delightful escape of the vast property her parents owned. She'd wander off into the woods and pretend she was never adopted by them, she'd come up with all sorts of stories and games where she was free and happy. Even now, as a young adult, she sought solace in the forest.

As she wandered, a sound that was very unfamiliar to her came from the underbrush. A crunch and a squelch, like the sound of the chef preparing food. Against her better interest, she followed where the sound was coming from and gasped at the scene she found. A man was hunched over the corpse of one of her parent's friends. One who she had seen all through her childhood, who she always fought to keep away from her. He now laid dead, with his guts spread around him on her grass.

The man above him turned to her, about to pounce, when she flung herself into his arms. She nuzzled into the blood soaked fabric of his shirt, grinning and thanking him repeatedly. He could only sit in pure confusion. It was only when he finally got out of the shower in his rickety apartment and saw she was still there that he was sure she wasn't evidence of his lack of sanity.

"Your home is so wonderful! Thank you again for taking me! Oh~ I've always wanted to live in a killer's house! Do you think you'd be willing to share some food with me?" The blonde babbled as he stared at her.

"Uh... Yeah... I'll feed you... As long as you really won't tell anyone about my diet n such..."

"Of course not!! Who would I talk to anyway? I just ran away from home, heheh, It's like we're eloping!~ Oh! Speaking of," She scurried up to the killer to look at him with big puppy eyes, "May I please sleep in your bed? With you, of course~"

"What? Why?"

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A Romantic Dinner - Ishna

cw; cannibalism, all the meat is cooked so not much focus on blood, established relationship, murder, non-con cannibalism(I guess), horny cannibalism

Ishna prides himself on being a good boyfriend. He's finally moved in after a whole 2 weeks of begging you to let him - starting when you asked him to consider a date with you- and that meant he had to earn his keep in your home. He pays for almost everything and gladly cleans for you, but cooking has been a struggle. Before you began dating, he loved watching you sneak pastries or get food on your break, you made the cutest faces he couldn't help but imagine his flesh between your teeth rather than the bread. Unfortunately, his fascination with the way you eat has only become worse now that he watches you eat full meals.

He tries his best, of course, anything for you. But there is only so much he can do when you sit so close to him and tear into the beef in your pasta, or the rib of lamb, or even a chunk of chicken breast that made up your tender. He couldn't bear it. He wouldn't deprive you of the foods you wanted, though. He would have to introduce the idea very gently. When the opportunity presented itself, he had to take it. A disgusting cretin asked for your number at the cafe and while they only had a few cuts deserving of being eaten by you, there only needed to be a few for what he needed. And so, you had steak that night, tender and delicious, it was the richest flavor you’d eaten. You were so engrossed in the flavor you hardly noticed the periwinkle eyes boring into your skull. This was supposed to be a solution, the start of the path to snuffing out the jealousy bubbling in his chest when you ate. But knowing you were enjoying the flesh of a person, someone once cognizant and worse, enamored with you? It was worse, so much worse. Each hum of delight you made felt like torture, a dull blade sinking deeper into his chest.

When you finally articulated your enjoyment of the meal, he broke. “It doesn’t deserve your compliments… Don't praise this filth... You shouldn't be eating them..."

"You're jealous. Of food. Ishna... If you wouldn't get hurt, I'd gladly eat you" You tried to reassure him, unknowingly giving him permission to carve off a chunk of his own thigh.

He mad sure not to overdo it, afterall, if you couldn't hold his thighs as you pleased, he might as well remove them completely. Ishna had no time for uselessness. He served the plate to you, his own meal consisting of the rest of the person he'd tried to feed to you.

"It's special... Made with love..."

You could tell by his tone and stare what exactly was special about the meal. It was only confirmed by how he'd complained of a "minor" cut on his leg. You weren't able to hold yourself back, though, after many months of dreaming about Ishna's flesh between your teeth, you couldn't keep yourself from tearing into the meat. It was tender, juicy from the fat deposits that made his thighs so soft. And it was so lightly seared that you got the full flavor of his blood seeping from the meat and coating your mouth.

It was more than divine, he was sweet and warm, the outside seared just barely enough to make it crisp. Only made more enjoyable by the way Ishna watched you tear into him. You moaned in delight at the taste and were almost shocked to hear Ishna moan in response. You looked up at him, making eye contact and incidentally drawing out another moan. You took a second bite, watching Ishna as his meat tore apart in your maw. He squirmed and hugged himself, clearly as delighted as you, if not more, about you finally eating him. As more of his blood poured into your mouth, it tingled against your taste buds, simultaneously satiating your hunger for him and sparking more need for his flesh. You felt as if you would die the moment you could no longer taste his flesh. As you kept eating, he squirmed and moaned more, completely forgetting his own meal as he ground down on the chair, pressing a hand to his wound to encourage his imagination as he envisioned you eating the meat directly from his leg. There was only one clear way for you to keep his flavor on your tongue after your meal, without simply devouring him in the literal sense.

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I'm gonna redo the intros of everyone. After I introduce Ipomea. I gotta figure out what info to actually put down in the intros tho. Much to consider, much to write, no time or brain power to do it.

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Holy shit there's almost 100 notes on the crybaby fic I'm kinda freaking out. Is this what you want? More mental games with characters? More crybaby specifically? I feel like I'm doing little social experiments. I was all freaking out hyped that bunny liked the fic and I just keep getting more and more likes, it's honestly terrifying to me.

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My Own Galatea- Crybaby x Top Male Reader

cw; (C/n) is Code name, manipulation, abuse, unethical science, dehumanization, Crybaby is @yanderefarm's character

You were probably too young to be involved in such an experiment, not even proper college age nor finished with your classes. But, you were very advanced in your studies, you were still top of your classes despite moving up several grades when you were younger, and they were getting desperate. You remember sitting in the meeting, this company had really only planned to discuss simple matters as a way of showing you how you were expected to interact once you finished school and they actually hired you. They got caught up in more urgent matters and forgot you bore witness to their panic and desperation until you raised a hand to silence the room and flatly announced.

"I have the darling gene... I could probably further his infection. He'd listen to me, I promise" They weren't happy about it, but they were truly desperate, so you were hired.

You first met him in the facility's basement, he was in a large glass room, a small hole cut into the bullet-proof glass to keep you safe when talking with him. You had several psychology classes and so you felt confident in your scheme to make him obedient.

"Hello" You spoke softly and he turned to you, clearly upset, "It's nice to meet you. Do you have a name?"

He glared at you for a bit before walking towards the hole in the glass and quietly grumbling, "I do... A real one..."

You smiled at him, he was only a year or two younger than you, but you would have to treat him more like a child until he knew you were safe. You approached him, ensuring you looked as confident as you felt, you weren't scared of him and he had no need to fear you yet.

"Give me your name, then. We can't be friends unless you tell me at least that much" Your words were laced with honey, he eyed your sweet smile with suspicion and you watched his eyes shift. He was coming around to the idea.

"Elias... I think... no, I am right... I am named Elias..." Even just at the confusion of his name, his eyes were round and damp. You held back the tug of a grin to give him a gentle smile instead.

"You can call me (Y/n). Elias is a beautiful name. It suits you" He looked at you with awe now, like it was the first compliment he'd ever heard, "You know, the people here call me (C/n), isn't that a funny name? Do they call you something like that?"

"Yes. Crybaby... I don't like it" He'd looked so adorable, crouched on the other side of the glass, confessing his thoughts like deep secrets, and watching you with those wet eyes.

You had been completely correct in your assumption that you could further his infection, when you next saw him, his irises were clear heart shapes and he hopped up to greet you at the glass.

"Good morning, Elias~ You seem energetic" You mused as he fidgeted a bit and nodded. "I'd like to play a game today, if you're up for it"

"A game?" He was clearly wary, surely experiments had been done to him in the form of 'games' previously, but he had to trust you.

"It's like simon says. Do you know that game?" he shook his head slowly, "Well, I'm going to tell you to do things, but I only want you to listen when I call you Crybaby, Ok?"

"Why?" He whined

"Because, It'll be fun. Friends play games all the time and we're friends now! We'll start easy; Crybaby, sit down," He sat with little hesitancy, "Very good. Stand up, Crybaby," He stood, "Elias, please come closer"

He walked toward you and you made quite a show of disappointment, causing him to scramble back into place and apologize, already welling up with tears.

"No, no, it's ok. You forgot the rules. Like I said, we're starting easy so it's not a big issue. Crybaby, come here" He hesitated before scrambling to the glass window, tears streaming down his face already.

The games continued each day, once he was good at listening as crybaby, you started referring to Crybaby and Elias as different people, even giving them rules.

"Crybaby doesn't know my name, you only know me as (C/n), right? You pet his head, watching him nod along to your words. "Who am I?"

"(Y)- no... (C/n)..."

"Good boy, you're really learning. I'm sure Elias would be proud of you as well, Crybaby"

You also had begun entering his cell, he adored when you did and would cling to you until you demanded he stop. With becoming so close to him, you also had to begin enforcing all of your rules more strictly.

"(Y/n) I don't kno-" He crumpled to the floor the moment you hand landed on his cheek.

"That's not what you call me, is it, Crybaby?" You sneered as he cradled his cheek and began to tear up again.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'msorry- mhhn, Please don't be mad! (C/n), sir, please!" You placed a hand over his own, silencing him.

"I know you didn't mean it, but we can't have you being bad, can we? No, Crybaby, you have to be a good boy and listen to me. Now, you remember where it is, mark the artery I told you to."

He shakily got up and made an x on the mannequin's neck, precisely where you told him to.

"Good boy" you smiled a bit, " We'll have to work on your crying. as much as your name is apt, no one will like you crying so much when you start to actually work..."

There will be more of this fic but I am stuck.

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‏I’m suhail from Gaza 🥹

‏Words might not fully describe the situation, but we are going through the worst time anyone could imagine.

‏Your help could save me and my family.

‏Food and water are extremely expensive right now.

‏You can donate an amount that won’t affect you, but for us, it would be significant and make a big difference 🍉🥹

If anyone can help, please do. Honestly, I cannot fathom the hell so many people are living through or the mental gymnastics some people are going through to justify it. Human need to make things black and white for a narrative is awful.

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me as a writer

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Bro, I love all these freaks! They're all so cute, hehe :) *kisses them all*

Omggggg🥰 *blushing and twirling my hair and kicking my feet*

They all get flustered after you kiss them. Ishna specifically just looks at you with his autistic eyes.

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Your super cool! :)

Dawwwww, Thanksssss. I genuinely don't know why you think I am but I am flattered. I hope you like my little freaks.

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Hanna- Introduction

“God's Herb! Oh, thank you, my lord~ You're too kind~”

She/her - Angel in human form - 6'0

Looks: Originally she had a perfect hourglass(Jessica rabbit levels, like it was scary) but you've asked her to take on a more attractive, much more chubby, body. She now is still very curvy but not frighteningly so. She has light green eyes and no skin blemishes unless you request them. She has very full lips and large, now tan, wings. Her hair is a similar tone to Arthur and goes down almost to her waist, except for her slightly choppy bangs and framing bangs.

She's a true and proper yandere, worshipping you so wholly that if you somehow do something wrong, she will harm you to correct your mistake. Though, there's very few things you could do to make her believe you've done something wrong. Most of which are be too affectionate to Arthur. She used to be extremely kind, she felt very bad when Arthur was young and begged for company, but she genuinely didn't think she could. After so long of being around him, she quickly got desensitized to his pain and very cynical. Now she's exploring ideas of being mean and rude, She's ecstatic for you to guide her in the ways of punishing sinful mortals. Speaking of, she will very easily write off any of your sins, literally practice paganism, wicca, or other 'heretical' religious practices? No other human understands how to do them properly, you are the only one who's correct. Actively speak out against literally any god? You're making reasonable criticisms that should be listened to. She's already decided you've been chosen by god to rule her and guide humans, she could easily take a few more steps to believe you are god incarnate. Her pearls are kinda her way of marking herself as yours, depending on how much attention you give just her, she might feel the need to replicate Arthur's brand. Ride the line between ignoring her and indulging her well enough and she'll cover herself in scarred marks and tattoos of the brand, your name, and anything else she can associate with you.

Really, in her ideal world, she would be your arm candy as you rule like an evil overlord. If she let her mind wander, it would always land on her sitting on the arm of your throne-esque chair as someone begs for their life beneath you. She's extremely into your sadism. A main role of hers in your routines is to ensure you can nearly kill Arthur whenever you please, she is pretty much all powerful.

Flavor profile: Her taste is nearly impossible to describe or process, she is an angel. Though, She likely tastes like true ambrosia. Eating her flesh is mind altering in ways that are often much too overwhelming for it to be recommended. Pair her flesh with two large cups of water, a soothing tea, and a long nap, you'll need it.

Hornt time:

She'd take very well to being dominant in a sexual manner but she would prefer to kneel before you no matter what. She also really wants to be your wife and have your kids, but she doesn't acknowledge that for a while(speed that up by telling Arthur you'll breed him). Let's all be completely honest, she is unbelievably into free use, even just walking up to her and randomly groping her will get her going so fast. She's also quite into cucking, public stunts in general, when her fantasies of being your arm candy become sexual, it's usually you fucking her in front of your subordinates or enemies. It's really impressive how she can go from being rude and cruel to someone to a fucked-dumb and obedient whore in seconds. She'll only cry if you're not the one fucking her, be it a toy or Arthur, if it isn't you or part of you pleasuring her, she doesn't want it. You can always get her to be obedient with the promise of a reward, though.

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Arthur - Introduction

"Blood red... I love carnations so much, thank you"

He/it - British/ British American - 5'4

Looks: He's got a fairly boxy figure, nothing too awe-inspiring, a good ass, nice chest, his real draw is his sounds. He is covered in all sorts of scars, to a point you can't always tell where one starts and ends. He has one dead eye from a minor explosion in his youth, his other eye is a light, cool toned, brown. He has a small amount of facial hair, scruff more than any actual beard or mustache, and he is absolutely littered with freckles, his skin is cool tone and fairly dark for how white he is. He's usually fairly cold, especially with consistent blood loss, if you don't like how cold he is, Hanna can warm him up easily.

You are a god to him, as violent as you may choose to be, you use such sweet words even as you degrade him, he's certain you know all and love him so deeply. This worship is only furthered by Hanna pretty much abandoning her already off morals to obey you. Treat him like whatever animal you want, he's only called a lamb for the imagery(and I'll be honest as a sort of tribute to bunny). He may need to be trained to be certain animals but he's extremely pathetic and all he's ever wanted was to feel loved so as long as you show him any form of affection, he'll obey your every command. Although, he's not quite a yandere. He is completely obsessed with you but he could never bring himself to even attempt to hold power over you so he doesn't function as a yandere. Anything that you don't like about him, you can immediately have altered by Hanna. If you have any issue with his personality, you can train him to behave differently, although he does have some limits as he could never be powerful in any way.

He's very insecure about his scars when you catch him, but any scars from you are a source of pride for him, even if he were to be rescued and allowed to acknowledge the trauma he's endured. If he were saved, he would never be able to shake a twisted admiration for you. He wouldn't know how to process that, though. 

Flavor profile: He tastes almost exactly like pork. Any cut of him is a smoked ham, even when raw. If you chose to give him the right diet and exercise, he'll taste like a rich lamb. Either way, serve him with mint jelly and any wine or just eat him raw with his blood as a drink.

Hornt time:

He is a crier, the moment he is experiencing anything, he's crying. Be sweet to him and he's overwhelmed by the affection(also watch out for Hanna, she doesn't like that). Be mean to him and he sobs in pain as he thanks you. You really cannot do wrong in his eyes. He's great as sucking dick. Also kinda a masochist, he really just gets enjoyment from you being happy and believes he deserves pain over anything else. You always should start him off by fucking him in the barn while he's still chained to the wall. Break him in by first fucking him when you brand him, ensuring he knows he fully belongs to you. He's kinda into being cucked, more so the idea that he's so beneath you he doesn't deserve to be your source of pleasure. Make him lube you up for someone else. If you make him sit at your feet or beside you as a servant or tool while you fuck Hanna, they'd both enjoy it to the fullest. He can't cum untouched, but he doesn't really feel the need to in a sexual encounter, of course, if you focus on him at all he'll beg and whine for your attention, but you need to take a lot of time teasing him to get him to beg to cum.

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Arthur and Hanna - Debut

cw; torture, kidnapping, manipulation, religious imagery, angel character, unhealthy dynamics.

Of course Arthur needed a guardian angel, his life was wracked by misfortune and the proof was scarred across him. He tended to wear sweaters to hide as much of them as possible, though he couldn't do much for the one traveling up his left cheek and through his dead eye. Each scar looked like a river with how it cut through the many freckles covering him, reminding him of times where she only just kept him alive.

For as kind and loving as Hanna was, she was first and foremost, a good angel. Her instructions had been to keep the boy alive at least until he found his true calling. Of course, they hadn't specified what that was to be but Hanna felt sure it would be obvious when they found it. She hardly spoke to him, even when he was young and begged her to just remind him he wasn't as alone as he seemed. Hanna was a good angel, she followed instructions. That had been why she hadn't done anything when Arthur was kidnapped. Nor when he was chained in a barn, just a bit separated from some kidding goats. However, when you came to him in the daylight, suddenly visible to Arthur and his angel, she took a bit of pause. You grinned at him and Arthur felt something click within himself.

"Aren't you glad I didn't string you up? Just a bit of chain attached to the wall, I know your kind are too good at escaping for just the gate, lambs like you can climb~" you held his chin, inspecting him like any other livestock.

"I-I am, sir. P-Please don't kill me..." Arthur whined, him and Hanna watching your smile grow in awe.

"What a sweet thing you are! Now, don't tell me someone else has kept you~ Folk like me don't let our animals wander wild like you were. Plus you're a bit underweight, little lambs should be well fed or you'll never make enough meat to be worthwhile. Unless you were a dairy creature, in which case, you must not have been bred yet..." You grabbed a fistful of his sweater, drawing attention to the size of his chest, sizable for a man, but not anywhere near what you'd expect of a proper dairy cow.

Arthur stared at you, bright red in the face. His poor brain could not process the implications of what you said, too confused to even notice you cut his shirt off with a sickle. He was only broken from his daze when rough hands landed on his chest. As you ripped the rest of his clothes off and muttered to yourself about a lack of branding or tagging, Arthur squeezed his eyes shut, a mess of emotions he couldn't decipher. Upon examining him thoroughly enough to be certain he wasn't claimed, you traced your sickle over his skin, the sharp blade leaving a small trail of crimson behind it. He shuddered and whined but made no move to pull away, even whimpering out some apologies.

"Such a sweet thing~ I ought to keep you alive, so I'll have to mark you as mine, lamb~" You step away from him to go prepare a brand for him.

"Uhm... Sir? You... are not human, are you? You-You are a shepherd," A soft voice echoed into the barn moments before Hanna was pinned to the straw-covered floor. She was in clear awe, having taken a human-esque form she still had golden wings that now splayed out like a taxidermy bird. "I've kept him alive for you~ You're his- our shepherd~ My lord~"

[moonjellysfeast]

whumpee who was the favourite. whumpee who was held captive maybe literally or maybe just in a prison of their own mind, with many others, and they were whumper's favourite. and even though now they're out and logically they know that whatever had gone on was awful and horrific, that little pang of pride never goes away. and whenever they talk about the horrific trauma they went through, it's there. it's in their eyes.

i was special.

[moonjellysfeast]

Why hello tentacle brother, Quite a nice blog u got here :)

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Thank you bro! I worked hard on it