#alarune monster

[sinjaangels]

Anthony the Alarune in a glamoured human disguise. Anthony is a florist.

[dotchi18]

just saw your latest post‼️strap in bc i have questions ‼️‼️

1) please tell me more about the Rosen family!!! I'm especially curious about their ties to magic (bc the protective charm, rose changing color)

2) tell me more about the Rosen brothers! you wrote about Adam but what about mysterious brother #2??

3) do the Rosen family have any power over the village? are they powerful? do they assume a "leader" role ? are they well liked? what do the other villagers think of them?

4) what about the Rosen parents? what's their story?

5) what's up with the in-between? why was the mermaid able to break through our protection chart but other monsters weren't?

6) briar... tell me more... he seemed super suspicious (i think i mentioned this before lol) with his timing, how he "disposed" of the corpse

7) leader!!! can't forget about my fav cult!!! what's leaders name? what's his background like? why do him and the followers work for psy?

8) do you have an information about the setting/time period? i know darling is from a village and the Rosens are basically next door neighbors but what does the architecture look like? what's the magic history?

i know this is a lot of words at once lol don't feel obligated to answer everything!!! i love the world you've created and i just would love to get more information on everything 😭😭 please don't feel pressured to answer!!

I am more than willing to answer your questions Cup!

*Claps hands* Strap in Boys, this is a long one!

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Short and sweet answer to that is that they actually have Alarune (Flower Monster) blood within them, which gives their human descendants distinct Rose-Colored hair, and an affinity to nature itself. Those powers include being exceptionally good with plants, being able to make them protective charms if they hope hard enough, and being resistant to a lot of things that would kill a human (Adam has been gored by steers multiple times and refuses to die.)

2. Mysterious Brother #2 is Gabriel Rosen. He is the Black Sheep of the Family considering he hates living in their backwater town and has tried to leave, but it was not successful, stranding him back with his family, and he takes all that frustration on everyone else.

3. The Rosen family has significant influence over the town. Many people have already drawn the conclusion that their Roses protect the Village- especially when it's only less than a day's trip from the Deep Forest- so they rely on the family as their protectors.

They are well-liked for their Southern Charms and friendly demeanors- 'cept Gabe but some people like being bullied-, Adam attends many a Town Meeting and Sonny is quite literally the town Darling who could get anyone to do anything for him with just a bright smile and a hint of a suggestion that he needs or wants something.

4. Mama Rosen has the same Alarune blood her boys carry, and from that she's a bit wild behind the eyes, especially when she had it particularly strong within her.

She fell in love with Papa Rosen, and it was all over for that man.

He tried to pass onto his sons that loving someone was to let them choose what they wanted, but the amount his sons had absorbed from him varies, from Gabe who doesn't give a shit, to Sonny, who thought the world of his Pa and took his words deep into his heart before his passing.

5. The In-Between is the thin margin between the dangers of both The Thicket and The Glen, not marked on the player's map because they had an old one, but it's basically where adventurers go before they branch off into parts of the Deep to find what they want.

And the Mermaid was a slightly more powerful monster than any small fry monsters that were being warded off by the flower.

If you hadn't been wearing it, you would have encountered a few snake monsters or wolf monsters that would have been a bit of pain for you.

6. Briar is indeed pretty suspicious, probably granted to the fact he had been following you since he saw you with Leader and the Followers trying to get to the Mushroom Merchant, and then kind of just... followed you from there.

He's a Ranger that's lived in the Deep for a long time, but Psy's hard to pin down if they don't want to be found.

But he was being genuine about how he finds that disposing of corpses by feeding the Forest to be the best route. It has done well for him in the past.

7. Leader does not remember their name.

Leader does not care to remember that, nor where they came from.

All that matters to them is that they are part of the Collective.

They are useful.

They are so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so happy to be where they are.

Especially when they have such a kind merchant who feeds them the divine mushrooms that never ever lets them be sad or afraid, ever again.

8. Honestly it was a kind of generic fantasy setting to see where to put them in, a mishmashing blend of old and new, considering the Rosens have a farmhouse, but you have a cottage.

There are carts on the road, however there are other magical ways to get around.

All magic exists from the earth, but the crust has been opened and dug into.

Honestly I need to put more time and thought into it more than I have, it's a good world and it needs refinement.

[monsterbabez]

Monster Babes Lore #1

Most are just here to see the Babes but you’re interested in the world’s lore eh? Let’s open up the history book then!

In this high fantasy realm named Sensual Springs men and women are completely separate species. Men are civilized races like Elves, Hobbits, and Nekos and Women are mostly uncivilized monsters. There are some exceptions, some monsters have higher IQs and even communities but most monsters either stay with their own kind or alone.

Due to crossbreeding there are now extremely rare examples of exceptions to this rule like female Elves and male Oni, however 90% of the time a monster girl will give birth to a male of the fathers race or a monster girl. Only a handful of monster girls can’t reproduce, usually those of a ghost specter nature or other exceptions

Although the Sensual Springs realm is one of magic and swords, recently magic has grown enough that dimensions to other planes have opened up. Monster Girls have now been encountered in more realistic or futuristic realms too!

Although Monsters come in many varieties, most are primal beings either unable or unwilling to act civilized or simply untaught how to. They seek mates due to both lust and a desire for companionship but often don’t understand the more normal ways of romance, resulting in… you can guess, but it varies widely per monster.

Both Monster Girls and Civilized races tend to possess magic and often special abilities. Magic requires much practice to both build and control, there are many schools of magic like the common school of conjuration, the forbidden blood magic, and the more wild lust magic. These will be explored in a future post.

There are hundreds of monster types and subtypes, and some count as multiple.

A list of some of the major monster families and subtypes is right below:

Demon - Monsters from darker dimensions or dark magic itself that are usually sinful

Subspecies - Succubus, Beelzebub, Cerberus

Aquatic - Sea dwellers that have similarities to regular fish

Subspecies - Apsara, Mershark, Siren, Wortle

Undead - Beings that have passed and yet remain. Not to be confused with Demons, as Demons are not native to this Dimension, yet Undead are

Subspecies - Specter, Lich, Vampire

Majin - It is possible for women and rarely men of certain races to be transformed or infected by monsters or magic. This is the result

Subspecies - Mad Hatter, Glitterwraith, Akaname

Plant - Plants are all living, but some are sentient and lustful enough to be classified as Monster Girls

Subspecies - Mantrap, Dryad, Alarune

Beastwomen - Monsters with traits similar to other animals. Different from Nekos, which are a civilized male species, in that they’re often far less in control of their nature

Subspecies - Werewolf, Tiger, Frog

Animate - These ones were once inanimate objects or are extremely related to one

Subspecies - Gargoyle, Golem, Cursed Sword

Fey - A rarer sight, Fey are mystical creatures who live in harmony with nature and usually have magical properties

Subspecies - Fairy, Pixie, Changeling

Slime - Simple-minded beings made of gelatinous liquid. Slime can take male or female forms but tend towards female so they can get nutrients from men

Subspecies - Bubble, Queen, Metal

Demihuman - While most have physical resemblance to civilized races, the main thing is their intelligence is similar to civilized races and as such many have societies

Subspecies - Amazoness, Goblin, Ork

Shapeshifter - Their traits are changeable and inconsistent

Subspecies - Mimic, Creeping Coin, Bloodgolem

There are many more races and subraces out there but this post has already gone on long enough so we’ll check out a small list of half of the major regions in Sensual Springs:

Nohr, the Dreaded Dominion

A Dark and scary land with a tyrannical centralized kingdom and strong military. Dark magic, undead, fiends, and such are common.

Misty Vale, the Hidden Mist

Filled with Spirit Monsters (Nicknamed Yokai by locals) the monsters here live in harmony with the civilized races. Some particularly powerful ones are even worshipped as deities. It is nicknamed the hidden mist for being misty and hard to find.

The Sandsea

A huge amount of monsters and less civilized races than most regions, this sprawling desert is home to many Djinn and unique monsters.

Wonder Lands

A whimsical and zany land, the magic here is unlike anywhere else and the exact path to here is unknown even by the denizens as most people stumbled upon it. Crazy things like living lampposts that sing are common here.

Shadowgrave

A dark land overrun with monsters, there’s no major civilization here and Monster Girls roam free. It’s extremely dangerous but some say the Necropolis is hidden here and filled with evil people practicing forbidden magic.

Veiled Wilds

A vast, uncharted jungle filled with tribes (Manotaur, Ork, etc) and monsters, especially plant ones. It has a famous city made of pure gold and gems with a famed coliseum inside it, people come from all over to compete in the arena!

The Sweet Lands

A region made entirely of food, with sugar roads, lollipop trees, pancake lily pads, Cheese Pyramids, and many denizens made of food.

There will be more lore post that are more focused in the future, like ones on the history of the universe, the magic systems, the religions and factions, regions, and the civilized races too. For the next few posts though we’ll finally be showing off the Monster Girls of the realm! Stay tuned!

In the meantime drool over some more beautiful Monster Babe images! Oh and have a link to the Bogeys encounter and the tag at the bottom!

[dross-the-fish]

Hi, I was wondering how do you think the rest of the gang would react to Cassanda? Don't worry, she wouldn't go out of her way to hurt them. Here's a link if helps you, get a better idea of her character. https://www.tumblr.com/belleeverygreen/726308501179269121?source=share Also, I think she'd toy around with Dorain Gray and pray on him. That's the type of people that Cassandra prays on.

The motley crew is pretty used to unusual people given that they have Edward Hyde, The Frankenstein Monster, The Wolfman, and a vampire in their fold. A mandrake/alarune wouldn't be too foreign to them at this point. Given that mandrakes have some folkloric ties to alchemy and witchcraft Adam might find her sort of relatable depending on what elements of traditional mandrake mythology apply to her Watson and Quincey would be the most surprised, I think, but as long as she didn't prey on any of the group members they'd be alright with her.

Selma might be the most wary just because this is a type of monster/creature she's unfamiliar with.

[erotic-writhings]

Do you have a favorite monster?

Oh hmm, alarunes are cool in terms of sexyness, but giant scorpions are badass imo

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Alarune x Reader

^Deviant Art by SourShockX

⚠️[Warning NSFW, violence, death, yandere behavior]⚠️

It was a gift from your narcissistic sister, something to be wary about from the beginning

Delivered with a team of sketchy movers the monster boy was advertised as a giant flower that would ‘spice up’ your living room

Immediately you told them to put it on the edge of the backyard borderline in the forest

It isn’t until you hear what sounds like a male crying that you suspect something off

You refuse to go anywhere near it on the first week

Why else would this crying keep happening

It was just so creepy

You hated it and you tried to call your sister to tell her that but she wouldn’t answer

Having a sinking feeling in your stomach you decided to visit her

Spending nearly thirty minutes trying to get her to answer she doesn’t

You call the police to do a welfare check come to find that there was evidence of a kidnapping but no sister

You hoped this had nothing to do with the plant she sent

But the evidence told you otherwise

Recently there were a lot of sightings of mythical humanoids about, perhaps this was one

While getting ready for bed you heard your name being called by your sister?

Following it to the edge of the forest you see her but she looks weird

Her hair looks green and so does her skin

“Come here baby (Y/n), come give me a hug. I missed you so much”

You immediately were on edge she would have never been so sweet

“What exactly are you ? And what did you do to my sister?”

Whatever it was laughed transferring from this honeysoaked impression to a sultry mischievous man

He was handsome you’d give him that

“Do you know what I am, honey-dear?”

“I plant monster”

“Ouch so crass. No, I’m an alarune. Do you know what I do?”

“N-no.” You had an inkling.

“I lure humans in with my deliciously addictive nectar and then I eat them.”

You fight the scream of pain you wanted to let out

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because now you have to tell someone.”

He was right. You couldn’t sit here and do nothing when something as dangerous as him was sitting in your yard/forest. So you called the only person that could deal with him properly.

“Look (Y/n) if you wanted to go on a date with me at night you could’ve just said so.”

“No Rocker this is serious.”

Tugging at his wrist you brought him to the unbloomed plume at the edge of your yard, keeping a fair distance away. For a moment you were worried the monster would play hide and seek the moment you brought someone else but he didn’t. He unfurled his petals coyly smiling at the lumberjack-full fighter with you.

There was a reason you told and brought Rocker, this hunk was like the Gaston of your town just not as snobby. You flirted, he did too, but his bloodlust for action scared you sometimes; it was the only trait you were holding off on dating for. But right now you need it more than ever.

“Whoa you really are a monster, huh?”

The alarune frowned but returned to his demeanor as he thought of something else.

“Have you told him about my nectar?”

“Ew dude I’m not gonna-”

“I’m a plant! It's natural, do you want to try?” He seemed a little peeved as if this was often a discussion being had. He held out his hand which contained a leaf-bowl full of a golden looking liquid.

Rocker tried to step closer but you stepped in front of him.

“No way! Remember what I told you?! That’s how he lures you in to eat you!”

“Babe, I’ve got an axe.” He says if that were a game-changing fact. He only stopped when the floral fiend held his hand out.

“(Y/n) has to be the one to grab it.”

“What!?” “Fine, go on over. I’ve got you.”

Pushing your feet into the ground did nothing against Rocker’s giant hand pushing you. Stumbling to recover in front of the plant cringing in fear as he trailed his hands on your palms before putting the bowl in your hands. You crept back still cautious but gave the bowl to the lumberjack, who greedily gulped it down.

“LIQUIDGOLD!” You jumped back, you’d never heard or seen Rocker make such an excited squeal.

“What are you talking about-?”

“(Y/n)! Oh my gosh we need to tell everyone!We could sell this to them! This is so good-”

“Wait wait are you trying to say we should invite people to come drink this–thing’s nectar to bait everyone to be its dinner?!”

“If you don’t want everyone coming over then why don’t you sell it! (Y/n), you have a gold mine.”

He had come to excitedly squeeze your shoulders which were starting to hurt. You step on his foot to back up from him.

“No! I’m putting my foot down. I'm not doing anything with it except destroying it!”

“No you're not.” The look in Rocker’s eyes was menacing and you were worried if you made a wrong move and he’d pounce.

“You’re going to go back over there and get enough for everyone in town and you're going to step back and leave the town, right?”

“O-okay.”

It was your fault for believing he’d help you, you trudged over to the plant boy who was smugly preparing a lot more nectar.

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“Oh this heavenly treat, it cured my tumor!”

“Please I need more!”

“Oh God of the Forest, what do you need!

“A sacrifice!” “But who?”

“The unfaithful, that's who.”

“Like (Y/n)?”

“Yeah, them.”

“Where are they?” “Up there in their house.”

“Anyone but (Y/n) for the sacrifice will do. Should anything happen to them there will be no more nectar."

“O-of course, oh great one.”

You watched as your town ‘Salem Witch Trialed’ a woman and a teenager who were often looked down upon. All within a week. You were never alone, Rocker or some other dedicated muscle were supposed to watch you, making sure you are always there to get more. In a way you were happy the Alarune had put specific rules in place to keep a system. 1) You had to be the one delivering the nectar. He spouted some nonsense about being your fated one and the nectar only being this good because you were here. You didn’t believe that for a second. You figured it was just some sadistic desire to cart you through his reign of terror. 2) There must be frequent human sacrifices. When you asked him in hopes of horrifying his guards to the reality of this, he said it was because he needed energy to make the nectar. 3)To protect the forest. This one was quite curious as far as you were concerned it was just his fear of whatever happening to the forest to happen to him.

“How are those rolls coming?”

The old biddy that looked over your shoulder as you rolled nectar infused dough. Someone in their newly formed cult had the bright idea to sell these things and ‘spread the joy’ in order to have more people join in(subsequently more sacrifices). They ran a lot of their meeting without you now saying you needed training as the Great one’s Fated one. Not to mention your room and house just seem to be missing a lot right now. Your favorite books and stuffed animals were nowhere to be found. And even your favorite china has also disappeared. You try to ask things but anything outside of Alarune and being his partner was out of the question.

“It's time.” Rocker dipped in from the outside. The older woman excitedly scrambled to get you upstairs when you asked why she only said that the next steps in your traing were coming. She bathed you, washed your hair, and proceeded to rub the nectar all over your face saying its ‘the best skincare routine.’ When she finished you were led from your backyard into the forest passing by the closed flower where the Alarune slept and was guarded heavily.

You had ended up walking for miles being lifted up when you staggered behind. Everyone only seemed to slow down when we reached an odd looking cabin. It looked big, huge even, slightly bigger to your house with trees and roots growing on and you're pretty sure in it. Your entourage pushes you within the cabin, locking it behind you; they proceed to chant, sing, and dance around the cabin outside before dispersing and from there you search for a way out. Looking on the first floor, along the locked tight windows, and the filled in trap door. Resigned and tired you head up to the second floor and suddenly you can no longer ignore the healthy roots spread all throughout the house. With familiar trinkets that you recognized, you run to the third door on the left expecting to see your room but instead it's a room filled with vines and a giant mattress.

“What the–?”

“Do you like it, honey-darling? I wanted to make this room a place that gave us space.”

“For what?

“For this."

You were pulled in by one of the many vines on the wall into the flower of the Alarune. Your arms pinned to your side, you coudn’t do anything as that same sinister looking torso and legs accept you in a tight embrace.

“I’ve been meaning to do this since I learned of you.”

“Wait what are you talking about–Ah!”

Your legs were lifted near your hips as you could feel your thighs being gripped. The vines that previously were restraining you were now caressing your breast. You tried to cover your mouth with your hands but more vines snapped to hold you in place.

“I’m talking about those thoughts. Your sister’s thoughts. That’s where I learned about you first.” The kisses started on your cheek trailing down to the key between your legs.

“You were so busy trying to fight against me you never got to taste me. But now I want to taste you.”

His hot breath tickled you and then you felt the prodding of something slimy and wet. You tried squirming again only to receive the twist of your nipple. When it entered you squealed and realized how badly you wanted to continue.

“It was simple, you know, when I decided to do this.” He talked as though he wasn’t expertly using fingers to pry you open. “She just meant to send some flowers but how can I not meet you after eating her and her memories.”

You tried to maintain some sense of dignity as he spoke of your sister but that was nearly impossible when it felt like three fingers were actually pumping nectar into you.

“These fools, they’ve allowed me to multiply all over the forest this way you can never really escape me (Y/n).”

You were too busy drooling over the pleasure of his fingers as that was replaced by a vine. In the short break you could barely speak but you asked.

“W-why m-me-e?”

“Oh darling, the people aren’t the only ones who are addicted to nectar.”

[sinjaangels]

First concept of Anthony the Alarune. First appearance, Chapter 56 of She Came from Outer Space (AO3).

Based on the talking flowers from Disney's Alice in Wonderland. In the movie, they are shown as kind, motherly, and beautiful.

Further inspiration is from Ryo Sumiyoshi's MAD K, the character Datenshou. Dantenshou is a demon that runs a brothel. He is a plant-type demon that uses his scent to keep guests and workers at ease.

SPOILER ALERT!!! SPOILER ALERT!! SPOILER ALERT!!

(I highly recommend reading MAD K! It's three volumes. The art is beautiful, the beastly designs are gorgeous... the themes are dark, there is some gore, and there is sexual content! The story and lore is good!)

Dantenshou doesn't have typical sex organs. As we now the flower petals and buds are the "sex organs", hence the anatomy of a rose on the top right.

SPOILER ENDS!!

Anthony head and "hair"/petals are sensitive sex organs. Don't touch Anthony's face or hair. Deep within the petals is the highly senstive filament and stigma. This produce pollen that bees collect and pollinate. Alarune reproduce asexually.

[undead-merman]

oh my god i am in heaven thank you so much for putting out so much monster boy content. i saw you mentioning you'd think asmo would be an alarune and i was wondering if you could write nsfw with him? can you put vine sex somewhere?

I feel like Asmodeus would be a lonely flower, wanting a place to call home but due to his nature of attacking humans he can't. Also I feel like I wrote Alarune Asmodeus before but I got new ideas.

Alarune Asmodeus with GN-Reader SFW and NSFW

Appearance

Lovely roses adorn his body, sprouting at random along his light sap green skin. They move, bloom, and even sift color based on his emotions. They normally take on a more pinkish salmon color. The more open he is with his emotions, the wider the flowers are. If he’s trying to hide his emotions or even ignore them, the flowers close up and can even dull in color.  

His hair is silky and colored a mossy green and filled with rose leaves. He spends a lot of time running his fingers through his hair to keep it smooth.  

He sits on top of a humongous rose. The petals can stretch much farther than his body, and even the outer petals can be longer than an average human. Much like the other roses on his body, this one can shift colors and move as well. If he feels like he’s in danger, he can close himself up completely. 

He has several vines which he can use to move or even move things. He has a few vines that have sharp thorns decorating the outside of them. His body, mostly his arms and sides, can quickly shoot out thorns. 

Other vines are smooth and, unlike the thorny ones, he uses these not for moving or defense but to move and manipulate things that his arms can’t reach.        

Floral Drifting

Asmodeus is a drifter. As much as he could stay in one place and just have humans flock to him like bees to honey, some humans might get the wrong idea and try to slay him. They can be such jealous creatures. So he drifts around, following the warmer winds.  

He uses his nectary and floral scent, which he uses his petals to waft around, to lure in his prey. He doesn’t ‘eat’ his prey like carnivores; he pulls their fluids out to feed himself. And even then, sometimes it’s not enough. He likes quality fluids. 

At night, he tucks his vines into the soil and sleeps, closing up his petals. 

Sometimes, during the rainy days, as the forest settles and the animals tucker away in their homes, he finds himself a bit lonely. It’s so quiet and only has the rain to keep the silence away.     

Spending time with you

He was charmed by your little gardener's getup, stained overalls, straw hat, and clunky boots. How adorable, but when he tried to draw you in it didn’t work? He tried again and still nothing. 

But even then, without being charmed, you called out how dry his roots looked. He was about to stick you full of thorns when you started watering him. It was gentle, and somehow he found himself enjoying the feeling. Well, he’ll let it go this time, maybe. 

You come and visit him to take care of him, helping to pluck his dead leaves and even sift and soften the soil for him to rest in at night. You even fertilize it for him, even though he prefers to fertilize through absorbing essence. This isn’t too bad. He finds it cute! Soon, after just these few small acts, every time he sees you his flowers burst out and turn yellow or peach.

But the more time you care for him and even just spend time with him, the more his flowers curl up and turn purple. 

Even after learning about what he does to humans and you still care for him, he clings to you. You are such an innocent and kind little human! What a treasure compared to some of those other humans. 

There might come a day when some people from town find out about the monster in the woods. He knew it would happen, though he doesn’t want to leave you. You’ve found a special place in his green heart. But just as he finds the willpower to go you sneak him to your house and offer your greenhouse to hide it. It’s so warm and filled with so many well-taken care-of plants. He can hear them singing nothing but good things about you. 

Well, if you went through all the trouble to set him up a space he’ll happily take it. Make sure to take care of him darling!       

Foreplay

He loves kissing. Tasting your human saliva and feeling your tongue inside his mouth. His mouth tastes like rose tea and despite how his scent doesn’t affect you, his kisses and spit cause an aphrodisiac effect. 

Once he’s seen you all worked up he’ll use his vines to pick you up and slowly peels off your clothes, smiling and giddy like he’s unwrapping a piece of candy. He makes a show of it and compliments you up and down, talking about each part of your body that he enjoys.  

He’ll pull you back to his body so he can feel his skin against yours as he grinds his vines against your sex and your entrance, kissing you and hugging you as close as possible as his flower petals flutter in excitement. He all but tries to fuck your mouth with his tongue and leaves you breathless as drool leaks from both your mouths. 

While he’s grinding on you, he feels like you have his hands grabbing the meat of your ass, kneading it and feeling the warmth through his fingers.     

Sex

When he finally pushes inside you, his flowers flutter and morph into a deep red and he lets out a breathy moan. The air is thick with a heavenly honey-like smell. His vines fill you perfectly. 

He likes having you as close as possible, but he doesn’t mind using his vines to hold you up and swirl his vines around you and stuff you. Even your mouth will be filled with his vines. 

The vines let out a nectar smelling like slime that trails down your legs and mouth, making them easier and easier to thrust as deep as possible. He wants to feel as much as he can. h  

He’ll go as gently as you want. He knows that humans are soft and gentle creatures, but if you want him to be rougher, he can be. The vines thrust into you, he masturbates watching you as well as feeling your velvety heat in all his vines. He might try to fit more of his vines inside you if he can. 

When he cums, he makes sure to pull you close so he can see you covered in his essence. And when you cum he drinks down as much of your bodily fluids as he can.    

Aftercare

 He once again pulls you close and his vines drink up your fluids, leaving you surprisingly clean and refreshed. All the while, he nuzzles you and praises you, telling you over and over how wonderful you felt and tasted. You are so perfect for a human. A perfect match for him.

He’ll close his petals around both of you. Humans can get cold after sex, don’t they? Worry not, darling, he can prevent that! 

His petals are fully bloomed and are a true red as he smiles down at you. He doesn’t seem to care that you can see how he feels.    

[monsterfucker-research-wizard]

A variety of tentacle monsters, a couple of alarunes, and a minotaur.

*you lab is illuminated by a neon Glow*

Ow. My eyes.

[blankd]

Daily doodles batch from Jan 13th - Jan 19th

Jan 13th - Misc. ladies and some vegetables

Jan 14th - Mini Jinnies

Jan 15th - at some point this was supposed to be a sleepy sheep /shrug

Jan 16th - Some soft/cutesy interpretations of a Dullahan, Faerie, and Alarune

Jan 17th - Seffar (left) and Xanjin (right). Super rough of a scene that doesn't really happen. *omitted shitpost caption "lmao it's gonna be 60 chapters of slowburn fantasy enemies to lovers"

Jan 18th - Finally got around to dev'ing Moro for Fatebreaker. She's Xanjin's twin sister and an excellent hawkfiend handler. *cw for alcohol mention

Jan 19th - owo awe you weady to weceive a pwophecy?! got stumped on designing an angel, I'm including the inversion since I thought it looked neat

[bubbled-tea-dreams]

Some monster girls for my oc loreli’s Harem of monster ladies she rescues from bad situations and pampers in her castle.

[dungeonmaster36]

Alarune, the blighted fey!

Alarune

Medium fey, neutral evil

Armor Class 14 (natural armor)

Hit Points 135 (18d8+54)

Speed 30 ft, 20 ft burrow

STR 16 (+3) DEX 10 (+0) CON 16 (+3) INT 12 (+1) WIS 13 (+1) CHA 18 (+4)

Saving Throws Con +7, Cha +8

Skills Deception +8, Persuasion +8

Damage Vulnerabilities fire

Damage Resistances acid, bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage from nonmagical attacks

Condition Immunities charmed, prone

Senses darkvison 60ft., passive Perception 11

Languages Common, Sylvan

Challenge 9

False Appearance. While the alarune remains motionless, it is indistinguishable from a large flower.

Innate Spellcasting. The alarune’s innate spellcasting ability is Charisma (spell save DC 16, +8 to hit with spell attacks). It can innately cast the following spells, requiring no material components: 

1/day each: charm person

Magic Resistance. The alarune has advantage on saving throws against spells and other magical effects.

Actions

Multiattack. The alarune makes two attacks with its vines.

Vine. Melee Weapon Attack: +7 to hit, reach 10 ft., one target. Hit: 10 (3d4+3) slashing damage and 9 (2d8) acid damage. Instead of dealing damage, the alarune can grapple the target (escape DC 16). 

Acid Spill (Recharge 5-6). The alarune spills forth a 30-foot wide cone of acid from within its flower. Each creature in that area must make a DC 16 Constitution saving throw, taking 27 (6d8) acid damage on a failed save, or half as much on a successful one.

Swallow. The alarune targets one creature that it has grappled and swallows it within its petals. The swallowed creature is blinded, restrained, unable to breathe, and it takes 5 (1d10) bludgeoning damage and 13 (3d8) acid damage at the start of each of the alarune’s turns. Additionally, the creature has total cover from all attacks while swallowed. If the alarune moves, the swallowed target moves with it. The alarune can only have one creature engulfed at a time. If the alarune takes 20 or more points of damage in one turn, the alarune must succeed on a DC 16 Constitution saving throw or regurgitate any swallowed creature, which falls prone within 5 feet of the alarune. If the alarune dies, a swallowed creature is no longer restrained and can escape by using 10 feet of movement, exiting prone.

Ancient Alarune

Large fey, neutral evil

Armor Class 17 (natural armor)

Hit Points 262 (25d10+125)

Speed 30 ft, 30 ft burrow

STR 18 (+4) DEX 10 (+0) CON 20 (+5) INT 13 (+1) WIS 16 (+3) CHA 20 (+5)

Saving Throws Con +11, Cha +11

Skills Deception +11, Persuasion +11

Damage Vulnerabilities fire

Damage Resistances bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage from nonmagical attacks

Damage Immunities acid, necrotic

Condition Immunities blinded, charmed, prone

Senses darkvision 120ft., passive Perception 13

Languages Common, Sylvan

Challenge 18

Blessing of Exputredina. When the alarune deals necrotic damage to a swallowed target, it recovers a number of hit points equal to the damage inflicted.

False Appearance. While the alarune remains motionless, it is indistinguishable from a large flower.

Innate Spellcasting. The alarune’s innate spellcasting ability is Charisma (spell save DC 19, +10 to hit with spell attacks). It can innately cast the following spells, requiring no material components: 

3/day each: charm person

1/day each: blight, sickening radiance

Magic Resistance. The alarune has advantage on saving throws against spells and other magical effects.

Actions

Multiattack. The alarune makes three attacks with its vines.

Vine. Melee Weapon Attack: +10 to hit, reach 15 ft., one target. Hit: 14 (4d4+4) slashing damage and 13 (3d8) acid damage. Instead of dealing damage, the alarune can grapple the target (escape DC 19). 

Root. Melee Weapon Attack: +10 to hit, reach of 10 ft., one target. Hit: 14 (2d10+4) piercing damage.

Rotting Scourge (Recharge 5-6). The alarune spills forth a 60-foot wide cone of acid from within its flower. Each creature in that area must make a DC 19 Constitution saving throw, taking 27 (6d8) acid damage and 27 (6d8) necrotic damage on a failed save, or half as much on a successful one.

Swallow. The alarune targets one creature that it has grappled and swallows it within its petals. The swallowed creature is blinded, restrained, unable to breathe, and it takes 5 (1d10) bludgeoning damage and 18 (4d8) necrotic damage at the start of  each of the alarune’s turns. Additionally, the creature has total cover from attacks while swallowed. If the alarune moves, the swallowed target moves with it. The alarune can only have one creature engulfed at a time. A creature reduced to 0 hit points while swallowed by the alarune dies. If the alarune takes 40 or more points of damage in one turn, the alarune must succeed on a DC 19 Constitution saving throw or regurgitate any swallowed creature, which falls prone within 5 feet of the alarune. If the alarune dies, a swallowed creature is no longer restrained and can escape by using 10 feet of movement, exiting prone.

Legendary Actions

The alarune can take 3 legendary actions, choosing from the options below. Only one legendary action option can be used at a time and only at the end of another creature’s turn. The alarune regains spent legendary actions at the start of its turn.

Detect. The alarune makes a Wisdom (Perception) check.

Root Attack. The alarune makes a root attack.

Wrath of Nature (Costs 3 Actions). The alarune uses its powerful roots to throw rotting debris. The alarune throws debris at a point in a 60-foot range. Each creature in a 10-foot radius sphere centered on that point must make a DC 19 Dexterity saving throw, taking 22 (4d10) bludgeoning damage on a failure, and half as much on a success.

Lore: The autumn court is rife with unique archfey that lay claim to the fall quarter of the Feywild, and The Blighted Baroness known as Exputredina is no different. She and her alarunes are the force which will bring the material plane into their long awaited state of decay. Alarune take the form of women whose lower half has been wrapped up in the center of a large flower, their petals curled up and covering their lower halves. Younger alarune have flowers that take on more vibrant shades, and when hiding within their petals can hardly be distinguished as little more than an abnormally large flower. As an alarune ages, their putrid nature becomes more apparent, transforming into a series of vines that mimic a withering body perched atop a wilting flower. These ancient alarune bask in the blessings of their Blighted Baroness, and their mere presence in a place can cause the land around them to have the life choked from it. Alarune often take root in verdant forests on the material plane, using their natural magics to turn ancient trees into rotted logs and lush fields into stewing heaps of compost. Those travelling through these putrefying lands must be wary of the alarune’s thirst for flesh. Using charms to bring prey close, the alarune will speak promises of lush gardens and untold natural treasures, only to ensnare those charmed within her vines and devouring them within the acidic insides of her flower.

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The Broken Pieces

Pairing: Male Human x Ace Male Incubus Warning:SFW (Angst, Depression, Mention of Death and Past Abuse) Word Count: 4328 Note: OkCryptid Collab Prompt from @thetravelerwrites. Here’s my humble contribution. I had an idea in my ‘idea book’ for a while and was happy to knock this out as a combo piece. I really wanted to create something like this and I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out. I hope y’all enjoy! Ao3 Version | My Website Version 

“Alright, bud. Your profile is all set up.”

Mason poked his head out from the kitchen to give Jeremy, longtime friend and class of 2011 survivor, a quizzical frown, “What profile?”

Jeremy shook his head at Mason “I’ll give you three guesses. It’s been two years since you broke up with Maria. What kind of profile do you think it is?”

Mason went back to putting popcorn in the microwave, frowning slightly at the rotating bag of kernels. While it popped, he leaned against the doorway and watched Jeremy. The man with his furrowed brow was finger deep in some dating app as he swiped his finger across the screen. Mason knew his friend meant well, but he wasn’t sure he was ready for this kind of thing.

“I’m not sure the dating scene is my thing. It’s been the same song and dance. I meet some gal or guy and I end up dating them and then they hurt me and leave a pile of ash behind—I’m just not interested.”

“I totally respect that you don’t want to date, but you should at least get out there. Maybe meet new people.”

Mason sighed, “Is this because you’re leaving next month and you’re worried about me?”

Glancing up from the phone Jeremy met Mason’s gaze, “Can you blame me? You don’t really have anyone else, Mason. Maria kind of made sure of that.”

Mason was the first to break eye contact as pain flared up in his chest. Maria. Everything about her still caused bitterness and regret to burn in his veins and bile to well up in his throat. What had been so fun in the beginning had become toxic and abusive. A dull throb started in his head as he began thinking about it.

“That she did.”

There was a silence between the two friends. An understanding of the damage combined with a quiet desperation to fix it.

“I’m not going to pressure you, Mason—but I can’t help but worry that you’re going to disappear into yourself.”

Mason was worried too. He was worried that he was never going to be able to connect with a person ever again and that Jeremy really was his last and only friend. It was enough to make Mason outstretch his hand for his phone.

“Alright, explain this thing to me.”

A hopeful grin spread across Jeremy’s face as he shot up from the couch and practically danced into the kitchen beside Mason. Glancing away from the popcorn, Mason raised an eyebrow as he looked down at the dating app.

“OkCryptid? Seriously, dude?”

“What? You never thought about going on a date with a different creature? Are you speciesist?” Jeremy teased, playfully cocking his hand onto his hip.

“That’s not it, I guess I just never really thought about dating someone that wasn’t a human.”

“Well, time to get your feet wet my friend, maybe literally.”

Mason inwardly winced at his friends over-exuberance as he began showing Mason how to use the app. It seemed easy enough to navigate, but Mason didn’t want to look at it any longer once the microwave alerted him that the popcorn was ready. The monster dating app was definitely a far second to horrible movie night and snacks.

After the movie, Jeremy went home and Mason began flipping through profiles on the app and cringed repeatedly. Mason himself wouldn’t be bragging about his profile. Jeremy had chosen a picture he had snapped while Mason was driving. But the worst part about it was what Jeremy had written on his behalf. While the self-summary was spot on, Mason was a florist that liked to garden in his spare time, or play video games and movie nights, it was how Jeremy had made him sound like a quirky weirdo.

I love plants so much that I can tell you what each individual flower means and how to arrange them in a perfect bouquet for when I meet your parents.

“Jeremy, you asshole,” Mason muttered as he edited his description, removing that line completely.

He tweaked it seven times and reread it only to find he’d gone from random freak to completely uninteresting. If he were trying to find someone to date and they had this profile description it would be a pass for Mason. With that thought, Mason got ready for bed, fighting the feeling of oncoming depression and the stinging sensation of tears. As his head hit the pillow he hoped sleep would give him a moment of peace.

For three weeks, the app stayed on Mason’s phone, forgotten until a notification beeped while Mason was at work. He almost ignored it as he began trimming up some calla lilies for a wedding bouquet that needed to be finished by the end of the week.

“You got pinged, Mason.” Came a small voice from a pot of soil on Mason’s workbench.

Mason glanced at the alraune, Delpha. She was a small floral creature, that could easily be mistaken for a sunflower with a small face. She had come into his store, nearly getting stepped on in the process, to ask for a job. It had been a couple of years since then, but Mason had accommodated her in many ways so that she could walk from table to table, helping the plants grow and stay healthy with her magic.

Now she was helping him grow a new kind of flower hybrid that would be special to only his store. She was carefully placing seeds into the soil with her as sparkling green magic spread from her leafy hands, “I guess there’s no harm in checking it.”

Swiping the phone on, Mason stared down at the app’s notification with surprise. Someone had messaged him. Not just any someone, an incubus someone.

“What is it, Mason?”

A sudden onset of dry mouth caused Mason to struggle as he opened the app to look at the message and the incubus in question, “It’s a message from someone on the dating app my friend installed.”

“Oh? Which app? I’m partial to Monstr myself. I once went on a date with a mandrake root and you would not believe the night we had together.”  Delpha jumped out of the pot, scattering dirt across the table as she moved to look at Mason’s phone. “Ohh! OkCryptid! Mason, I didn’t know you swung our way, towards us otherworldly creatures.”

“I-uh, I’ve always thought about it but then I met Maria and—”

Mason cut himself off, he didn’t want to discuss personal stuff with Delpha. Not about Maria at least. This incubus, however, was a different story.

His name was Vylixar but went by Vyl. He looked like a Vyl, Mason decided looking at the imposing creature. Mason had met several incubi and succubi over the years and their appearances weren’t exactly what most humans would consider the epitome of beauty. They often had scale-like skin with little horns protruding from their shoulders and elbows, but they came in a variety of colors. Vyl was a deep mauve with large spikes. His horns on his head looked sharp and pointed, curling from his head down to his pointed ears. In his profile picture was him revealing sharp fangs with what Mason assumed was a friendly smile on his short snout.

Mason turned the phone so Delpha could see, “What do you think?”

“Oh, he looks big and strong, although you might want to be careful, incubi often like to feast on energy.”

“I’ve heard of it, but never really educated myself on it.”  Mason pulled his phone back to look at what Vyl had messaged. “Is it sexual energy? I don’t really have any of that right now.”

“It can be. I’ve heard that it feels good for humans when they feast on you. It can get addictive.”

It had been a while since Mason had felt good in any respects. Every day felt like he was just struggling to hold on to what little he had left. Maybe this is a risk he should take.

Quickly glancing over the text, Mason wrote back his response, double and triple checking his words trying to not sound like an idiot. He hesitated to hit the send button but finally pressed send after rereading his message one more time. After he did so he put his phone down, anxiously waiting to hear back as he went back to preparing the wedding bouquet.

Another notification made Mason’s phone beep as he was about to wrap and pin the ribbon onto the bouquet.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?”

Mason could feel his palms start to sweat, but his reply was instant ‘Yes’. ‘Vyl is typing’ quickly turned into another message back asking if tonight would work for him. Mason was astonished at how much Vyl wanted to meet him. Despite himself, Mason was getting excited, the sooner he met Vyl, the better.

He messaged back that he was available and no sooner had he sent the message did Vyl respond with a date and time. Confusion at the location made Mason raise his eyebrow. It was a bakery just down the street from where Mason worked, he had even been there to help with a cake order that required several rose heads that a bride had specifically wanted. Had Mason already met Vyl before? He didn’t recognize him at all.

After work was finished, Mason headed home to clean himself up a bit and put on a button up shirt that he always liked. Maria hated it. It was blue plaid that made Mason look like a lanky roadie is what she had said, usually wrinkling her nose in disgust. She would then suggest a plain and professional button-up shirt.

“Fuck her,” Mason growled, buttoning the shirt up a little more fiercely. “I look good.”

Mason had finished inspecting himself before he was out the door and arrived at the bakery. Vyl had said 7:30 but as Mason stood outside the bakery he frowned up at the closed sign. The bakery had already closed and had been for nearly an hour. Mason was ready to believe that he got tricked when he saw a hulking incubus with large clawed feet walk towards the door.

He unlocked it and smiled, his yellow glowing eyes looked Mason up and down as he opened the door, “Mason?”

“Uh—yeah. That’s me.”

“Hi, please come in.” Vyl moved to the side, keeping the door wide as Mason shuffled into the bakery. “Sorry, I was running a little bit late with the cleanup in the bakery and preparing dinner. I hope you don’t mind.”

Mason glanced back to see Vyl locking up before he walked past him into the back, “Come on back, I’m just starting to finish up cooking.”

Uncertain and a little concerned, Mason gave pause at the situation. Vyl owned the bakery? And was cooking dinner for Mason?

“Uh, Vyl?” Mason asked wandering into the back to see an expansive setup. Several tables were placed throughout the expansive space, where little fairies were sprinkling sugar on cookies while others were turning cakes as they were being decorated with colorful icing and decadent chocolate.

“Don’t mind the sugar plum fairies, they do a lot of the work at night. We won’t be eating down here though, my little flat is just above the shop.”

Mason continued to follow behind, taking one last peek at the fairies and the massive kitchen. It had several silver machines that Mason assumed were for mixing and preparing the pastries and cakes. He also had never seen sugar plum fairies before and was fascinated at how they seemed to really enjoy rolling out fondant together.

Up a set of spiral stairs, Mason finally followed Vyl up to a different floor that had a large red door propped open. The enticing scent of food made Mason’s stomach growl loudly enough that Vyl glanced back and chuckle.

“Feeling hungry?”

“I am, actually.”

“Good, I’m glad you brought your appetite. I should have asked beforehand, but are you allergic to anything?”

“Uh, no. I’ll pretty much eat everything. My friend says my stomach is made out of lead.”

Vyl smirked, “Well, my cooking isn’t atrocious, so hopefully you won’t have to put that theory to the test.”

Vyl opened the door again, ushering Mason forward into the flat. It was spacious and well decorated much to Mason’s surprise. He didn’t know what to expect but he certainly didn’t think Vyl’s place would be so homey. Vinyl records decorated the walls, mixed in was some jazz posters in thick black frames. A flat-screen was bolted into the wall above a small white painted fireplace and sitting across from it was a couch with two other chairs surrounding a glass coffee table.

“Can I get you a glass of wine or maybe a beer?”

“I won’t say no to a beer.” Mason nodded as he took off his shoes before he followed Vyl into the kitchen.

The kitchen was similar to the one in the bakery, stainless steel appliances that were polished and cleaned to a pristine shine like no one had been using them. He watched as Vyl opened the fridge and pulled out a beer and popped the cap off easily before handing it to Mason. With his nerves starting to make him want to bail, Mason gratefully took the beer and took a sip, surprised at how smooth the dark liquor went down.

“Wow, what is this?”

“Ah, that is a St. Bernardus Abt 12. It’s good right?”

“It really is, I don’t think I’ve tasted anything like this before.”

“Well, don’t drink that one down too fast, it’s got a high alcohol content and on an empty stomach that beer will go straight to your head.”

Vyl smiled at his comment as he washed his hands. His hands quickly found their way to a blade as he began to chop some vegetables and throwing them into a large bowl with some leafy greens.

“Can I help with anything?”

“No thank you, I should be fine. But if you don’t mind, I could use the company.”

Mason nodded, “Sure thing.”

Silence had filled the air with only Vyl’s chopping to compensate for it before Mason took one more swig of beer before trying to talk, “So, do you own the bakery? I’ve actually worked with you guys before for that rose cake for a wedding about a year ago.”

“Oh! Are you the gentleman from the flower store down the street?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Well, fancy that. I had no idea. I’m usually in the back downstairs making the cakes.” Vyl stopped as the smile that had appeared, faded quickly. “My late partner used to deal with the customers so you probably saw him.”

Mason’s eyes went wide as he watched the large incubus pause as he threw the remaining vegetables into the bowl before turning to wash the cutting board in the sink.

“Your late partner.” Mason murmured as he tried to remember the person he met. A picture of a young man with long hair tied into a long braid came to mind. He had glasses and a soft kind smile as he had greeted Mason and discussed business with. Lucas. That was his name. “Lucas.”

“Yes. Lucas. My wonderful partner.”

“When did he pass?” Mason asked, carefully watching Vyl as he walked to the oven to check on a large roast.

“It was a year ago—on this day actually. A heart attack of all things. The man was fit as a fiddle, yet his heart had a blockage.” Vyl stared intently at the roast, sticking it with a thermometer, “I hope you don’t mind—it’s just that I really needed someone tonight. I needed to feel like this place was a home again with a cooked meal and with someone to share it with.”

Vyl paused, “I’m sorry if you’re disappointed or you were hoping for something more than just a meal.”

“No. No. Vyl, don’t apologize.” Mason’s brow furrowed, his heart ached for the incubus in front of him. He understood the pain and he understood the need for companionship even if it meant this wasn’t actually a date. Whatever preconceived ideas Mason had about Vyl feeding on him just so he could feel good was gone. “I get it. I really do.”

“You do?”

Those glowing eyes turned to Mason with shock and lingering sadness as tears had been forming in the corner of his eyes.

“I do. Honestly, I’m not ready to date anyways. I got out of a bad relationship two years ago and I haven’t really been the same since. My friend Jeremy put the app on my phone because he’s worried that I don’t have any friends and he’s concerned that I’ll be lonely since he’s leaving in a week.”

Vyl let out a small breath of relief, “Lucas would have done the same which is the only reason I installed the app myself. I can hear him in the back of my mind, pushing me to move on, but it’s hard. Even harder is to find someone who would want to date me anyway.”

“Why do you think that?”

“I’m-uh, not like other incubi. I don’t really do the sex thing. Ever. I just don’t have an interest in it, I’d much rather have a companion who doesn’t mind snuggling on the couch to watch some movies or maybe will go on walks with me while we indulge in ice cream. I still need to feed occasionally, but it’s very rare for me since I’ve gone what most of my kind consider ‘vegan’. I eat human food for sustenance.”

Vyl stood up, closing the oven door, reaching for his own glass of wine as he took a sip.

“That—honestly sounds what I want right now.” Mason shuffled from side to side, inwardly admiring Vyl’s bravery for being honest with him, all while feeling a little guilty that he had come here without thinking that perhaps Vyl was a person and not an object to magically make Mason happy. He didn’t want sex, but he wanted to feel good. He wanted to feel happy again. “I don’t have much interest in anyone sexually either. Not after my ex. Honestly, I just feel—”

Mason stopped himself. There he was, bringing up that woman again.

“Did you want to talk about it? I mean, I’m a stranger or a potential friend, should we enjoy each other’s company—but sometimes talking to a stranger about your problems is easier than talking to your friends. I’m less involved in what happened.”

Taking a deep swig from the bottle, Mason struggled until it spilled out, “I’ve always been a bit more reclusive than most people, so I figured dating someone who was the opposite of me would help me to come out of my shell a bit more. Maria was my opposite. In every way. She wasn’t very good for me and really enjoyed hurting me by putting me down. Near the end of our relationship, I questioned whether it was just in my head or maybe I was emotionally fragile and just sensitive. Maybe I was just not good enough for her. But what broke everything was when I found out that she had been cheating—as if the verbal abuse wasn’t enough. I really wasn’t enough for her. She even blamed me when I confronted her about it. It was—bad. ”

Another profound silence settled between them as Mason did his best to keep his eyes on the floor. He was struggling to reign it all in.

“Oh—Mason.” Vyl said softly. “Can I give you a hug?”

Mason nodded immediately as he felt the welling of emotions inside of him. She had cut him up into tiny pieces and he just didn’t know how to put himself back together again. For a moment as Vyl wrapped his arms around Mason, he felt as if he might just be able to do it. He might become whole again, one day.

Unexpected tears and sniffles began to plague Vyl as he held Mason tightly. It only made Mason respond in kind, burying his face into Vyl’s chest to hide his own tears. They both stood in that kitchen, clinging for their own reason to continue on as the fresh home cooked meal reminded them of care and warmth. Tonight it was enough to share a meal together. It was enough to share each others company.

They pulled apart, both quickly wiping their own tears away before Vyl laughed, “Look at us. What a horrible meeting this is.”

Mason sniffed, letting out a chuckle, “No, it’s actually pretty great.”

“I’m sorry that she hurt you so deeply.”

“Yeah, me too.” Mason nodded, “Honestly, I’m pretty sure I should go see a therapist. This kind of baggage is heavy and I don’t want to burden anyone with it.”

“That’s understandable and probably the healthiest solution.” Vyl turned to open the oven and check the roast once more, “Ah, I believe that dinner is ready.”

“Great, I think all the crying made me hungrier than I was before.”

Vyl laughed, “Crying can be good for the soul, but I can relate. I think I’m hungry after I blubber—at the very least, I’m thirsty.”

Mason felt a wave of relief as he watched Vyl grab two sets of plates, handing one to Mason before setting the other one down. He picked up a carving knife and fork, cutting large slices of steaming roast and plopping two onto Mason’s plate.

His mouth watered as he stared at the hot beef, his stomach also letting out a resounding grumble of approval, “Wow, this looks delicious. Where did you learn to cook or bake?”

“I went to a culinary school a long time ago. Since we incubi have long lives, I’ve been in and out of school for centuries, picking up new things and recreating the old.”

Vyl handed Mason cutlery as he ushered him into the dining room across from the living room. The table was small with four chairs and four placemats already set on the surface. Mason had wondered if perhaps Vyl was the one who placed the little vase of fake flowers in the middle or if it was Lucas.

Setting down his plate, Vyl walked to the kitchen, coming back with the bowl of salad and several dressings pressed to his chest before he set them all down.

“I didn’t even think about how long you live. So, have you been vegan for long then?”

“Yes, actually. I just never enjoyed it like others of my kind did. So, I just didn’t do it. Occasionally the mood strikes where I wouldn’t mind feeding on a person, but it’s very rare. Because of that, I learned to cook and get nutrition from food. It only made sense to learn to cook or bake to earn money while I eat to survive.”

“Makes sense to me.” Mason smiled, cutting into his roast before taking the first bite.

It was glorious as the savory flavor hit Mason’s taste buds, “Wow. This is really good.”

Vyl’s smile grew large as he watched as Mason began cutting up his food more to get another piece into his mouth, “I’m glad—Lucas definitely appreciated my cooking as well.”

“Was this his favorite meal?”

“It was.” Vyl paused, “I’m sorry, I just feel really guilty about this ‘date’. Like I’m using you.”

“Well, join the club. I feel like an ass because I originally came here thinking that I might feel good if you fed off me. “

Vyl let out a hearty laugh, “A date where both parties were looking to ease their own pain and suffering by using the other. How romantic. This could only lead to good things.”

“From the looks of it, we might become ‘cry buddies’.”

“Cry buddies,” Vyl chuckled again, “I like it. It really brings out a softer side.”

Dinner had turned into a late gabfest with Vyl showing Mason how to make a cupcake with buttercream icing. They talked about everything from their past relationships, to video games, books, and movies. Mason even was pleased to discover that Vyl was interested in incorporating more real flowers into his baking displays. They had a lot in common and when the evening drew to a close they exchanged numbers before Vyl showed Mason out of the bakery with a box of cookies and their cupcake creations.

“I really enjoyed tonight. It’s not what I thought it would be.” Mason spoke first, pausing at the door as Vyl unlocked and opened it.

“I did too. I’m probably as surprised as you are.”

A silent pause descended on Mason as he stared down at the box in hand before meeting Vyl’s gaze, “I know I sound like a broken record, but I’m not ready to date. I’m still not really in a healthy place where I should be dating, but I want to see you again as a friend. Is that okay?”

Vyl nodded, a small smile toying at the corners of his snout, “I would like that very much, Mason. Do you think we could meet up on Sunday? I could show you how to make cookies.”

Vyl ruffled Mason’s hair playfully as Mason felt relief flood through his body.

“I’d like that.”

“Cool. I’ll text you later then. Have a good night and please get home safely.”

Mason nodded as he stepped outside, “I will—oh and Vyl?”

“Yeah?” Vyl paused before closing the door.

“Thank you. Truly.”

“Thank you too, Mason.”

Mason began walking away with goodies in hand as he heard Vyl lock up. He felt lighter than he had in a while and decided to text Jeremy about how his evening went. He ended the message with a quick note that he was going to be just fine. For the first time, Mason knew it to be true.

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