#[Duels of Destiny: RP]

[interludered]

Beginning of The End

Alpha!Vampire Satoru x Alpha!Vampire Suguru

t/w minor character death, gore, descriptions of violence, arranged marriage, murder

word count: 1.9k

a/n an rp reply from an arranged marriage au of stsg. please excuse any mistakes, this is sorta of a heavy read.

The scent that permeates through the air would often make someone sick to their stomach, threatening violent fits of nausea and often begging for forgiveness in the form of vomit making its way past teeth, tongue, and lips. The aroma of burning flesh and hair. The human body has an undeniable scent, one so specific that anyone could pick it from that of another mammal. 

The lack of remorse in Suguru’s face as he wraps the silver chain around his father's neck and tugs is nothing short of alarming. The way the silver burns deeply into his palms poses no deference from the act, only determination to finish the job. 

The Totalitarian Prince was despotic in nature. Raised to be apposite, eliminating those who disturbed the desire. Family was nothing when it came to power, and besides, this is what his Father would have wanted. He’s sure that his seat in Hell is warm and inviting when he sits on it.

He isn’t sure exactly where it started, the power-crazed methodology he began to pursue, perhaps it was born into the bloodline. A destiny for those before him, each one failing. Maybe it was the private tutor lessons that taught him about royalty and kingdoms, or perhaps the declarations of war that landed on his Father’s throne throughout the years, all left for an impressionable Suguru to find. Maybe it was the dueling and consistent burns left by teachers, silver scorching his skin with each slice. The threats of vampire hunters are consistent in their assassination attempts. Maybe it was the night of meaningless sex just for him to have a blade go through his stomach in the middle of the night. Maybe, the burden of the Kingdom; of untrustworthy suitors and courting; of strict rules implemented by his Father; of harsh conditioning to claiming to prepare him; of sitting on the throne next to his Father his whole life; perhaps watching his mother die, forced to live out her human life and leaving him behind. It would also be feasible to assume the bittersweet taste of freedom that power guaranteed him. 

Conceivably, he finds himself walking quietly from one side of the castle to the other. The silver chain he holds, wrapped in thick wefts of silk, lays heavily in his hand as he begins. He knows his Father is sleeping, and hears his snores that echo loudly down the hall despite the double doors that lock him away. He makes no attempt to be quiet, the squeal the doors release echoes loudly down the hall into his own corridors to haunt him. A scar is required for untouchability. He remains deadpanned as he wraps the silver around his bare hands, the immediate sear of his skin creating a scent he had grown accustomed to. He kicks the door behind him shut.

It was barely a few seconds before he eagerly wrapped the chain around his neck, crossed neatly at the nape. His foot bore its weight between the shoulder blades of the struggling form beneath him. The screams deafen the walls, only for them to come to a halt as he jerks upwards, chain slipping to knot around the pieces of the spine that protrude from the decapitated figure below him. Cerise, a viscous liquid paints his skin as arteries protest their inevitable exposure. He watches it seep and glue itself to the carpet, hardwood, and cement surrounding him. Suguru wonders how long it will take for the maids to wash out stains, or if burning them would be a better solution. 

The Getou Prince takes his foot off the back of the man, wrapping the dripping chain back inside its silken case—his own hands holding the evidence and branded wounds, laid deep into his palms where he wrapped the weapon around. 

He flexed his hands to regain mobility before pursuing the door, opening it to find a terrified maid threatening to knock on hollow doors. She freezes with her hand in mid-air, chest level with the towering vampire. Getou stares blankly at her for a moment before bringing her hand to his lips to press a kiss against her knuckles, charing her skin with blood that isn’t his. Her scent was sickly sweet, the vulnerability of an Omega human, it nulled all senses he had as he leaned into her ear to whisper an eulogy of “Thank you,” before pressing fevered kisses onto her jaw and onto her jugular and sinking large canines into it. Her screams turned into wet gargling, falling silent as he drained her of all she had to offer. Her body hit the ground with a THUMP, what little was left emanated from her throat. He steps over the body of the young girl, letting the trickle of blood run along his sharp jaw to slip down his own throat. A mocking form of sinister ministry. His own ichor leaks where her nails broke the skin, but they heal within minutes. 

By the time he made it to his own courter, locking himself behind heavy wooden doors, weeping and screams became his lullaby as he drifted to sleep.

✧

Suguru Getou held the record for most kills within the Kingdom during his first 3 days of ruling. He also held the title of “Most Wanted” by more than one clan of vampire killers. In his opinion, he should get a trophy. It was an honor to hold the title, often viewing them as pesky gnats he shooed away with his hand. Though in his first few days of ruling, he found letters his Father kept from him, between him and a neighboring rule. Gojo read proudly at the top of the page, larger than any of the other words. His eyes widen as he looks over the page. From what he remembered, their families were rivals at best. So imagine his surprise when he receives an invitation, as well as a marriage proposal. The Gojo clan was one—if not the strongest around, their territory abundant. Getou decided he had a few weeks of homework which he promptly started on.

Within the next few weeks, he informed the King of the Gojo Clan that his father had tragically been assassinated by one of the vampire killer groups. He also informed them the rising number of deaths in his Kingdom were groups associated with the killers and he was doing so to seek revenge in the name of the late King. He expressed his own mourning and great appreciation that he sees Suguru as a fit for his son. Quickly dismissing that Alpha, although looked down upon, can be mated together and he could ensure that his son was in great hands and the opportunity was something he was forever in debt to. It also helped that Suguru was willing to end the line of Getou’s in order to take the Gojo name. For now, at least. 

Which brings him to now, carefully seated in a dark oak chair, opposing the Gojo King, swooning him easily with words he spoke so delicately into the air. His rich indigo hair was tied half-up with pieces falling to frame his face. The blood-red of his clothes complimented his fair complexion and radiated amber eyes. He had been there for around an hour before hushed whispers of the prince began to circulate. Until then, he continued his chatter. 

“Why, my Lord, you have such a beautiful Kingdom. I hope in my own ruling I become as benevolent as you. Though, you as my guide I am sure to get there in no time.”

“Yes, your Majesty, I had an exquisite ride over. They truly are well-behaved, your imprint must’ve left them in good condition. You must pick your men with such a well-crafted hand.”

“Indeed, Sire, my father's death was tragic. The silver that wretched Killer used burned deep into my palms, cauterized them, and left me with scars. I am sure they will go away with time. Unfortunately, I was just too late. My own servants and maids were terrified. I simply cannot blame them.”

His last reply was accompanied by a furrowed brow and a shake of his head, faux concern etched into his features as he sighed, finally looking back up. As he does, his eyes catch on the bright-haired male who enters the room, his own gaze fixed upon him with deadly aim. Even as the King continues his jabber, Suguru can’t help the small smirk that appears on his face. He is hiding it with the glass he brings to his lips. When the King does recognize that his son appeared, he boasts proudly. The act of defiance he has to his father ignites something within Suguru. 

‘Oh,’ he thinks, setting his glass back on the table, relaxing further into his seat and crossing his legs. ‘This one has some bite.’

When Satoru first approaches him, Suguru makes no effort to indulge him. His descent was aggressive in nature, but Suguru has always enjoyed the rush of a challenge. After Satoru’s first words to him, he continues to ignore the presence he attempts to hold. Getou found it tedious and childish if anything, and the last thing he wanted was to make a scene in front of the one that actually mattered in this deal. 

After a few beats of silence, and twirling his ankle from the leg that rests on the other, he finally looks at him. Though far away, his looks were enthralling, he can’t deny that Satoru is considerably more handsome as he stalks closer. He holds some type of gravity that captivates even the strongest of minds with crystal-clear oceanic eyes and a piercing gaze. His own warmth is a direct contrast to the Alpha that looms over him. Satoru is alluring in the sense of beauty and mystery, a perfectly kept secret that not even the best could be tortured out of telling. 

The only problem is his mouth.

“Well, I would agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.” His voice is deepened slightly at the presence of the other Alpha, to be expected. Though his words come out lazily, if not amused by the other’s actions. If anything, Suguru sinks further into the chair, filling it out in his own defiance. “There are 24 other chairs at this table, surely you would be able to sit in one of those just as properly as this one. If you want to sit positioned at the head of the table…well, that can be arranged with a proper show of manners.” 

His own words are picked out with his own careful deciphering, followed by the raise of an eyebrow. To rub salt in the wound he hopes to filet Satoru with, Suguru adds: “Besides, I’m rather comfortable.” He displays with a spread of his legs, and a release of his scent. 

An initial smokey caramel fragrance makes its way through the air, seeping out of his skin. Part of it was to mark the chair, but the biggest part was to gauge Satoru’s reaction. Although humanoid in form, alpha’s animalistic nature could not be denied. It was buried underneath layers of concrete for some, only to rip apart and explode suppressed anger, and for others, they had learned to embrace it, understand it, and value both its pros and cons. As his scent fades, it leaves behind the smell of burning wood and something faintly herbal. Out of the corner of his eyes, he can see a few Omega’s wipe their heads around to look at the source.

[tulpalecki]

so i’m not the most active on here -- but i recently started writing again, and instead of rp it’s fanfic and it’s been purely wolfstar and god do i love these gay wizards

here’s a snippet from an unpublished wip that i should have finished by the end of the month ; ; 

you can follow / check me on ao3 for another wip that has four chapters out 

Of course Remus knew where his own name originated. The twin brothers, sired by a god, banished as infants to die because of fear, adopted by a wolf, and raised by a shepherd. They were young kings destined for greatness. Until their greatness became too much, and in the founding of a city, the only destiny left could be fratricide. Romulus killed Remus over something as simple as which hill to build a city. 

It was ancient, really. Brothers killed brothers as far back as human memory went.

And this certainly did feel like a threat; a promise of war in the face of an already mounting calamity outside of the school's walls.

“No… just. Just leave him alone. I don’t— I don’t want to know anything about it.” He gave Sirius a hard look, raising his head from the table, casting it to James and Peter, too. “You two, either. Don’t talk to him.”

They should have no reason to even interact with a first year of a different house. 

Except life was never that easy, was it? Why should Remus ever expect easy?

He would be bombarded with questions over the next few days, least of all being the simple, ‘you have a brother?’ of which Remus wouldn’t reply a third of the time, only giving a blank stare until they left him be. The next portion being a flat ‘no,’ accompanied by a look of downright fury, the final option was him turning around and immediately vacating the room, no matter what had been going on before.

He would still slowly find out more and more about the other Lupin, none of it by choice. 

He was pureblood. A witch mother, a wizard father, and that father was indeed Lyall Lupin. He was eager to join the chess club (Peter had unfortunately let that little tidbit slip over lunch, alleging that he was rather good for how young he was). And the dueling club, to have his own trophy next to Lyall’s in the Ravenclaw’s section of the trophy room. 

Every little factoid that Remus overheard made his stomach churn. He had felt more sick in that first week of term than he ever did in the week that preceded the full moon.

Remus was Prometheus and Romulus, his eagle. Unknowing of the pain he wrought every day, tearing his liver from his abdomen again and again like clockwork. This was his divine punishment, bestowed to him by a malevolent father playing the role of Zeus. 

Or perhaps, more apt would be Lyall playing the role of Mars, raising his own mythology. A god of war, siring two soldiers in two vastly different environments, all to fight in his holy war. Perhaps therein lay the answer to why Remus boiled with so much rage, barely concealed in his human shape — half prayers of bloody knuckles and broken skin, black eyes and split lips — all to be fully realized when the moon was at its fullest, worship finally found in howled prayers to Diana.

His father put it there, this anger, this blood red fury, buried the seed inside his ribcage while he was young, to be nurtured by his feelings of abandonment and loneliness. Mars, ever the planner, the farmer.

[tsukikoayanosuke]

Happy Valentine Day! Best wishes to all and your beloved ones, whether platonic or romantic!

(Featuring my main OCs from oldest to newest creation. More about them under the cut.)

Up Row, Left to Right:

Florence Haibara - Cardfight!! Vanguard OC, made during middle school. Technically isekai to the Vanguard universe between the Original Season 1 and Asia Circuit. In her alternate universe (our world), she was bullied and has no friends. After getting isekai via car accident, she was adopted by a card shop owner named Shin Nitta and his niece Misaki Tokura, making Florence Misaki's little sister. She got the Royal Paladin clan from Takuto Tatsunagi, the embodiment of the Planet Cray, making her the guardian of the clan and the sole user of the clan. She later became Aichi Sendou's student to teach her how to card fight. Originally a loner and a bit depressed from life, after getting isekai, she became more cheerful and open as this was a new life for her.

Canon Flow - Cardfight!! Vanguard OC, made during middle school. A student of the School of Cardfight Vanguard (basically Duel Academy). She uses Bermuda Triangle clan. She doesn't like people and can come off as rude, acting too cool for school, but is a top-rank card fighter.

Tsuru Hoshimine - Kingdom Hearts Union Cross OC, made during high school. An unofficial member of the Dandelions in exchange for her older brother, Tenma, who died during the Keyblade War. Before the war, her heart was shattered from a heartless attack, leaving her as an emotional husk. Tenma's heart flew inside her so she could survive in the data Daybreak Town. At first, Tsuru is an emotionless kid, but slowly opens up and expresses more emotions.

Tsuruyoshi Sakurada - Cardfight!! Vanguard OC, made during high school. Supposed to be a revamp of Canon Flow, but as a male. One of the top-tier card fighters during the entrance exam despite only using the Gold Paladin trial deck. He's whiny, acts like he's allergic to people, and doesn't want to get involved in trouble. He enrolled in the duel academy secretly to escape his overbearing older brother. He really doesn't like being called 'Aichi Sendou' despite looking like him for lore reasons.

Zephyr Harlow - Kingdom Hearts OC, made during late high school/early college. The son of A‎eleus/‎Lexaeus, he dreamt to be a knight since he was little. He saw his father killed by Xehanort and was whisked away to Traverse Town when his world fell to darkness. He later joined the Hollow Bastion Restoration Committee and joined Sora and pals in The World That Never Was battle, except for the battle with Zebra Xemnas. Quiet the tsundere, Zephyr was loud and brash, but slowly grow mature and learn to take care of others.

Bottom Row, Left to Right:

Naia Coralcove - Kingdom Hearts OC, made during late high school/early college. A resident of Destiny Island before being whisked away to Traverse Town after her world fell, she was found by Zephyr and stuck with him ever since. She once was kidnapped along with Kairi by Axel, but reunited again with the rest of the gang. Her parents have disappeared, assumedly swallowed by darkness, so Zephyr took her as his little sister. Autistic coded, Naia is an expert in drawing preferring that as her method of communication. Sweet and kind because her mind is still a child.

Miku Hisabe - DanganRonpa OC, made during college. SHSL Light Novel Illustrator. She sucks at social interactions, not because she was shy, but because she doesn't think it was worth it. She, for lack of better words, hates herself. She believes that she's useless because she never accomplishes anything great. Throughout the Killing Game RP, Miku grows into a more confident person and actually survives the game.

Jonah Argentum - Twisted-Wonderland OC, made during college. He's the Yuu of his story. Captain of the Ramshackle Dorm, an amnesiac who found himself in Night Raven College. Kind and compassionate, but often rushing into trouble without thinking of his own safety, Jonah's goal is to find the reason for his existence.

Gabriel Nevel - Genshin Impact OC, made during college. He's the adoptive son of Sara and the delivery kid of Good Hunter. Gabriel is kind and doesn't have any hate bone in himself, wielding the geo vision after making a promise to stay strong and continue his sister's wishes despite being paralyzed since birth.

I still have the data starting from Zephyr if you guys are interested, but I don't really remember Florence, Canon, Tsuru dan Tsuruyoshi that much.