#1685 blightblossom lane

[theliterarywolf]

Well you know when it comes to your dragons and them all being Jewish, you could have some dragons hordes being different from the usual gold, jewels, treasure etc etc so you don't end up worrying getting people upset (although I am curious as to why your dragons follow an Abrahamic religion? I'm not like staring anything no I'm like really invested?)

I have a couple dragon characters and one hordes books of all kinds, another hordes stuffed animals and hillarious enough another one hordes body pillows (yeah def the ones you're thinking) just to name a few

So 1685 Blightblossom Lane was (and I'm only using 'was' because it's been a while since it updated, it isn't dead) was a combination of modern fantasy and recontextualizing the cultural elements that inspired many of our beloved monsters.

When it comes to all dragons being Jewish, in the history of the series' setting, all dragons used to be Catholic.

... And then St. George had to kill that dragon

And it was done in such a blatant display of anti-nonhuman arrogance that all of dragonkind renounced Christianity on the spot; aligning themselves with the faith of another group who were being persecuted by Catholics.

Also being able to justify their hoarding didn't hurt.

[thedamafristadherald]

“So, basically,” Zach held his arm out towards the lane of stores and booths and tents that handled hair and beauty products, “Anything you need for making yourself look presentable can be found here. From getting rid of acne, lipsticks for that perfect pouty porn-star look, or even getting cum out of your hair... you can find it here.”

The Shooting Star Bazaar... Dama Fristad’s biggest, rarest shopping center/event has come to the city once more for the consuming pleasure of the city’s residents; both human and nonhuman.

1685 Blightblossom Lane’s latest update can be found here on AO3 or here on InkSpired!

Or, catch up to the story from the beginning Here (AO3 version) and Here (InkSpired version)!

[dualityandsuch]

Some beautiful boys from @theliterarywolf‘s story 1685 Blightblossom Lane ! Go check it out, all of these boys are precious and there are many more I haven’t been able to draw yet.

[theliterarywolf]

See Lit, at times like these, I'm kinda thankful that I'm a small-scale creative type.

'Cause I've got a character in the works who is literally a Dickensian Debt Collector, but Goblin, and I would get pilloried if I was better known.

(He's a fetish character, so, I dunno if that'd make it better or worse)

I mean...

Because I look back at some of my creations and while sometimes I'm just like 'Fuck it', there are still some aspects that make me go 'Am I... Inviting trouble onto myself?'

Like in 1685 Blightblossom Lane, where all dragons are Jewish...

[theliterarywolf]

Since apparently someone wants to bring up Goblin Slayer for whatever reason, and I'm thirsty for more 1685 content, what them mono gender species like? They take part in interspecies breeding?

So there is definitely interspecies breeding involved for the mono-gender species in the 1685-verse, but you still do end up with instances of offspring that one would think 'okay, there's an opposite gender example' when, in reality, it's a half-breed situation.

There are numerous agencies in Dama Fristad that focus on matching surrogates and donors with hopeful parents-to-be. Of course, many nonhumans are of the persuasion that any sort of conception, conventional, surrogate, otherwise, is best achieved through -- ahem -- natural means.

So part of the surrogacy/donor process is said surrogate moving in with the parent/parents and trying to establish a more comfortable connection.

Then, at the right moment of fertility and virility, the magic happens. Whether it's the case of a donor giving it his all to creampie a dommy-mommy dragon or a wailing wraith or a surrogate getting squeezed tight in the mating-press of an orc or a Mal.0, it's a consensual process that is meant to be as enjoyable for both parties as possible.

In the cases where it's two parents seeking one of these arrangements, the second parent may 'help out' during the process as well.

Soon after, once a healthy conception has been confirmed, both surrogates and donors have the option to live with their clients throughout the pregnancy. Certain nonhumans tend to prefer being near their surrogates/donors during this time, others don't. However, the option is ultimately up to the surrogate/donor themselves. The agencies take care of them either way (fiscally, medically, emotionally, etc.)

[theliterarywolf]

Welp, I'm bored, been seeing some stuff, and just noticed something in 1685... The Golden Bond is just a portal pussy. With that fact out the way, how often do doms use them to give their SO a surprise? What's the range? Does Leviathan ever make things difficult for his officer if you catch mh drift?

Why would you go and do this? I thought we were friends

In all seriousness, though, I would imagine that Siklon respects Officer Oshiro's strive for perfection and professionalism...

Though, if for instance, it had been a case of our favorite police officer tengu working himself ragged with overtime shifts and Siklon would use his Goldenrod Bond to, I don't know, coerce him into taking a forced three-day weekend...

[theliterarywolf]

Because I'm bored and crave 1685 content, I will ask... Who's the equivalent of Amaury Guichon? As in the one that everyone goes "Holy shit! It's the chocolate guy!" Or the guy who made a chocolate dragon and it ate someone on command.

It would be a toss-up between Chef Ernest and Willy Wonka.

Coincidentally, it would be their skills with chocolate and confectionary arts that would draw Cara Mellice to them (though it took longer on Chef Ernest's end because he had to find a way to stop working for Trillium the Fair)

[theliterarywolf]

Character huh? Seeing as we know the least about him, Saraj.

***

Wait.

What happened last night?

Suraj opened his eyes to a bleary view of a pearly blue ceiling. A sniff of the air told him told him he was in Aquacia though, admittedly, the potent scent of saltwater colliding with pristine freshwater was overtaken the slightest bit by the scent of sex in the room he was in.

“Wha – Ah, shit...” He sat up with a hand to his head, right between his horns and careful of his claws. Already with the hangover? “What did I do last night?”

From his left, the curvy body of a white-haired lamia girl slithered up close. “Mm..? What'sss wrong, baby?”

Suraj yawned, trying to reacquaint his addled mind with the fangs in his mouth, “Nothing, I--”

“Is everything alright?” That came from the mink-beastfolk girl on his right: her sleek black fur catching the room's limited light.

Suraj gave a slow nod, “Yeah, I'm --”

From behind the rakshasa, a dullahan held her head over his shoulder. “Did you need a little 'hair of the dog'?”

“No, no,” Suraj shook his head, “I just --”

From underneath the covers, right between Suraj's legs, a twink of an orc peeked out and grinned, “You wanna go one more time? For the road?”

Suraj only groaned again: memories of the previous night meshing with the post-orgy regret and the morning-after hangover.

Suraj, cleaned and showered, stumbled out of the hotel room. As fine as he looked, with everything cleaned, brushed, and swept, he was still being done up the ass sans lube from his hangover.

“Bye~!” The lamia, beastfolk girl, dullahan, and orc coquettishly waved him off as he spread those bat-like wings and started on his way.

Fuck, but the sounds of Aquacia's many waterways didn't do anything for his pounding head or his sour mouth. He huffed and kept flapping. “Wait, wait, wait!” He dragged to a stop in mid-air and fished around his pockets for something. “Come on... Come on!” It was a miracle he had made it this far without an incident. His entire body relaxed upon feeling them. In quick, practice motions he placed one in each ear and immediately felt at ease when all noise was snuffed out. “Okay.” He nodded, waiting for a large amphithere to sweep through the skies so he could catch the jet-stream it produced. Whatever he could do to make his trip to the ShimmerGale/Ignis Fanis boundary-line, the better it would be for him.

There were certain... aspects to life in Dama Fristad that nonhumans knew about and embraced in silence while humans ignored and feigned their nonexistence. These aspects were typically in harder to reach venues of the six districts. If one really wanted to enjoy their wares, then they knew the ordeals they were putting themselves through.

The ShimmerGale/Ignis Fanis boundary-line was such an ordeal. Suraj slowed his flight to a hover when he got close. Vines. Thick, corded, writhing. Some covered in thorns sharper than knives; others dotted in blooms that puffed out clouds of silvery pollen that, upon making contact with a beetle that had wandered too close, began to dissolve the creature's flesh instantly.

If it weren't for this hangover, Suraj would have just said 'fuck it' and headed back to 1685 Blightblossom Lane. As it was, the rakshasa counted under his breath, “Forty-seven. Forty-six.”

The vines wound themselves tighter.

“Twenty-five. Twenty-four.”

With a tilt of the head, one could make out the remains of some poor bastard who had wandered too close.

“Nine. Eight.”

Suraj feinted backwards from the giant blossom that surged out from the walls of vines: pollen and sap dripping from its fanged petals. Suraj took a deep breath. “Two... One.”

The blossom reared back and screeched into the air. Suraj was doubly thankful for the buds in his ears that were blocking all noise, both pleasant and harsh. Once the din subsided, the blossom opened itself up so wide that Suraj was able to see what lay upon the other side. He streaked forward, making it through in one swift go before the blossom could recollect itself and the vines could tighten back up.

Suraj heaved and panted. “I hate that wall.” He shook his head and kept flying. Not much further now. He could see it from where he was: aged walls of brick with layers of uneven paint, orange-tinted windows, and a simple shade covering the door.

Inside of this small restaurant, an old Yaksha was wiping down the counter: the demon's green skin sweaty from a rough morning of chasing inventory. He smoothed down the curls of his golden beard, waggling his claw in a goofy way as he walked past the window. He had almost past it completely when he noticed Suraj outside.

He blinked.

And then doubled-back to the counter where a radio was playing. He promptly cut it off.

Suraj let out a sigh of relief and removed the buds from his ears before walking in: the tile warm against his talons.

“Suraj!” The yaksha's claws clicked over the tiles as he walked around the corner to meet the young rakshasa in a bruising hug.

“Lohith.” Suraj winced from the loud noise and the fact that his hangover hadn't gone anywhere, “Kaise ho?”

“Eh.” Lohith hopped back behind the counter, “Business is slow so early in the mornings. It's usually when I go to the Halls of Judgments and Repence for the auctions, but I'm still full up from last week.”

Suraj sat on a stool, striped tail swishing lazily. “Things'll pick up, I'm sure. Like right now – Ah!” He held his head and grit his interlocking fangs together. Lohith hummed,

“Ah, I know that sound. You young people and your partying... Well, Lohith's Khed Rogan Josh will knock it right out of you!”

That's what Suraj was hoping to hear. He was still wincing from the headache but, when he looked up from his claws, he saw a rosy cup of Lassi in front of him. Suraj picked up the frosty glass and knocked some back: the taste of banana, yogurt, various spices, and blood washing over his forked tongue. He set the glass down in favor of looking at his phone.

Did he hear the horrific screams from the kitchen? The wet thud of a butcher's knife into flesh? Smell the sizzling fat melding with curry and ginger and other melodic spices? Of course.

“They're already calling me into work?” Suraj groaned, “Come on...”

Was he really in the mood for a bunch of old harpies who didn't understand what an area-code was?

“Ah..! Here we are!” Lohith came out of the kitchen carrying a tray laden with steaming rice, fresh naan bread, and a hearty bowl of fiery spice in the form of braised chunks of meat and a thick stew made from kashmiri, garlic, and ginger.

Suraj waited for the tray to be set in front of him. “You are a lifesaver, Lohith.”

“Eh.” Lohith shrugged, “Lifesaver, lifetaker; it all comes round to each other. Go on: eat!”

The rakshasa rolled his eyes but he picked up a spoon to ladle some of the Khed Rogan Josh onto the plate of rice. He got a hearty spoonful and pressed it past his lips. Oh. Oh, there it was. What was it about the flesh of humans that allowed for their final, greatest emotions to sweeten or spice them to that unlatched perfection?

Khed Rogan Josh... Regret Rogan Josh. Suraj tore a piece of naan and nibbled at it in-between bites of his main meal. Thankfully enough, though, with every bite that he took, he felt his pounding head and his sour mouth recede further and further into the abyss.

Suraj glanced into the kitchen. Lohith had stolen away to wash his claws: thin streaks of fading red leeching into the bowl of the sink.

Suraj shrugged and kept eating.

He did have to think, though... What came first in the grand dance? Nonhumans eating humans for pleasure and health? Or nonhumans eating humans in retaliation?

And, yet, for every hunter or anti-nonhumanite who would look at Suraj there, eating the braised flesh of a human, and call for the death of all nonhumans... Surely there was a witch who yearned for humanity's decline after the Witch's Winter? Or a dragon who bore the scars of the Great Dragon Exodus?

Suraj shook his head and returned to his food. He was just one creature in this wide, chaotic world. Why was he thinking on heavy topics like that? Nay, he should be thinking about what made him drink so much last night. Not to mention what made him so ready and willing to jump into bed with a horny quartet.

“Damn it,” He sighed, “I don't even remember who came first.” Suraj took another bite. The assortment of spices in both his food and the lassi reminded him of home, th –

Oh.

Right.

He didn't have a home anymore.

Suraj closed his eyes, chewing around his latest mouthfullllllllllllll of fire! Everything was burning! He saw everything on fire, but he couldn't stop. Even with all of the shouts around him, he just! Couldn't! Stop!

Suraj stole a breath and came back to the present.

He looked around himself. Restaurant. ShimmerGale/Ignis Fanis divide. The Khed Rogan Josh. Suraj pinched the bridge of his nose, slowing his chewing to a crawl.

If it weren't for his shift later, he would go back to whatever bar had managed to dull his memories and senses last night.

[theliterarywolf]

So, anything random you got for 1685? I miss the series.

Mm...

I know you said random, but wanna give me a specific character and I can whip something up?

[theliterarywolf]

Since I'm still on a 1685 kick, here's a simpler question that won't result in a lovely new chapter maybe. We know the dragons have their own district. How does it work? Do you have to be a dragon to reside there? Be simply draconic in nature so kobolds and dragonborn? Can you simply be descendant of or involved with a dragon?

In the universe of 1685, dragonkind is still reeling from the Great Dragon Exodus from Europe. So that, on top of past events against them by humanity, has dragon-esque creatures somewhat wanting to avoid humanity as much as possible.

Hence, to live in El Doradus you have to be at least 85% draconic in appearance. So, yes, kobolds would be okay but dragonborn and drakes are a bit out of luck depending on how much their draconic blood shows through.

And as for dragonkind in relationships with humans, its the reason why, despite all of the temples and libraries, etc., being up in El Doradus that there are quite a few dragons living in Dama Fristad's other districts.

[theliterarywolf]

Might as well ask since I saw another one of those oddly entertaining videos. At keebalah, do they ever assign students to make furniture out of chocolate?

Furniture, more than likely I’d imagine. 

I’d also imagine Chef Ernest berating them about the importance of making sure said pieces are eaten before the sun heats up in reference to the Prince Pondecherry side-story from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. 

... He’d then spend the rest of class grumbling about ‘that miserable piece of shit Willy Wonka’ due to Cara Mellice having a long-standing fling with him a long time ago.

[theliterarywolf]

Hold up, i know that Dragon Ball ask i just sent is a semi-shitpost, but now i'm asking myself: How do humans survive having sex with monsters? i would undestand if certain monster is human sized or smaller, but what about monsters that are bigger (and probably weight has much) has a bus? how don't they end up hurting their human partner or even worse? also considering that some species definition of "gentle" would probably be far from ours.

Ah, as Eclipsa from Star vs. taught us: when there’s a will, a teratophile will find a way.

In all seriousness, I have several notes on the subject from my own fictional settings and projects (I’ll tag this ask as a ‘lemon’ to spare sensitive eyes) For example: 

In regards to severe size-differences, a nonhuman being poisonous upon contact, or a matter of spirits and living creatures, certain toys that can connect the sensations from one to the other should be considered. Like the Goldenrod Bond Onahole/Sensation Cuff set from 1685 Blightblossom Lane:

They sat across from one another, looking at them. “Did you clean the main conduit out?” Risco asked.

Mo Chou nodded. “You come a lot, so it took a good thirty minutes. That being said--” Mo Chou struck her blades against the table, “You are an incredible inventor! Last night was amazing, I never dreamed that sex would be so incredible!”

“Well, I wouldn't really call myself an inventor.” Risco chuckled, “Just a horny goat who wanted to show his baby-girl a good time.” He lifted the main conduit, sticking his fingers inside the dormant folds of gel. “A one-to-one sexual high between two souls, without physical contact. An impossible intimacy the likes of which human toys can't hope to compare.” He sighed, “Wish I had better lube to use this thing with, though. Human-grade lubricants are hot-garbage.”

There’s also the notion of tonics and teas to help promote flexibility, natural lubrication, and stamina (that last point is important if, say, you’re a human guy trying to keep up with your wrestler werewolf wife when she’s in heat). 

Though, even though a lot of what I’ve mentioned so far refers to the action in of itself, it is important to have species-specific sexual education. 

Examples: if you’re from a species that eats their mates after sex, your sex-ed classes should be front and center. Or male werewolves knowing how long their knots last so they don’t end up tied to a regretful one-night stand for an awkward amount of time, vampires, succubi, and incubae have to learn how to keep their feeding on humans to nonlethal levels... 

Sex with a slime requires a ton of hydrating beforehand so they don’t out-and-out dehydrate you, the best venue to sleep with a mermaid/merman or selkie is a shallow pool of water so both parties can be comfortable without risking drowning, zombies/mummies require a gentle approach so you don’t end up with scattered limbs... 

It’s all a matter of communication, education, and determination.  

[theliterarywolf]

Its been... idk how long... can we get some 1685 content? Not like a new chapter or pic but random facts or headcanons or what have you? Been missing the series.

Oh God, I miss updating it too!

Don’t get me wrong, the opportunity that I got is one that I’m grateful for but the project its centered on is taking so much of my focus, time, and energy. And even then, a lot of my efforts are only going as far as the people helping me taking their time with stuff so it’s like ‘come on, guys; I got other shit to do!’

Oi... Anyway: 

Wrestling is definitely the most popular sport in Dama Fristad, but things like lifting competitions and centaur jousting are popular as well. 

And then you get competitions such as Potion Marathons for Witches, Warlocks, and Wiccans, or Seduction Contests for Succubi and Incubi.

[theliterarywolf]

So do Magical Girls exist in 1685's world or are they fictional as in only tv shows and manga?

Mostly fictional, though in some cases Princesses would be the real-life equivalent to what a magical girl would be in the 1685 setting

[theliterarywolf]

So gotta wonder... are Mal.0's like the closest thing go an on call social worker in 1685 seeing as they'd know where you are and be able to just appear within view of you?

That’s actually a nice, concise way of looking at it. Some dysfunctional housewife/househusband is avoiding their court-mandated therapy check-in and then, ding! They get a text-message of a picture of the chair next to them and then a Mal.0 appears to say ‘You know, you’re not making this easy on any of us, right? Go to fucking therapy already; I’ve got shit to do...’

[theliterarywolf]

A couple of 1685 questions if you don't mind: if dragons exist, do kaiju also exist? Are there any species/entities that are fictional (or at least considered fictional) in this world?

Kaiju definitely exist in 1685, they just typically stay around Akatsuki (modern-day Japan) since Siklon reigns over the majority of the world’s oceans and they don’t like accidentally clashing with any wandering giants.

I... can’t imagine any species that are just fictional in the 1685 setting.