#blood hunder

[sweetcatmintea]

Valkoinen token

[Image description: two digital full body illustration - the front and back view - of a dragonborn man standing confidently with his arms crossed. He has pale scales, white horns resembling hair, a yellow eye, and a yellow eye patch on. His clothes consist of leather armour, orange chaps over black pants, and scalemail on his legs.

The front view is on a card that says 'Valkoinen. Blood Hunter - Order of the Lycan'. Description end.

More info under the cut and speedpaint in the reblogs :)

Valk is a blood hunter acting as the party's tank. He's a big guy with a big personality and while he can mess you up, he can also be very kind (and a big stick in the mud when you want to do fun stuff like pat the giant worm in the ceiling). He has been assigned cat person by the government (my tabaxi cleric) although no one's ever actually asked him if he is a fan of felines…

The design sticks pretty closely to the original mini version of him, tweaked a little to suit the high fantasy lineup a bit more cohesively. The biggest changes were adding his dark vision goggles (modeled after his moorbounder Petunia), adding his various rings, and putting a light gladiola motif on his armour.

Valk was raised once from the dead already thanks to a lucky find of a magic life restoring coin but he's not really sure if that makes him a zombie or not. Erring on the side of yes, he's a blood hunting werewolf dragonborn zombie which is freaking cool in my humble (read correct ;3) opinion.

Character details: Name: Valkoinen (no last name given) Race: Dragonborn Age: 30 Class: Blood Hunter - Pact of the Lycan Animal: Dragon Flower(s): Gladiolus (Sword Lily)

[karinasbaby]

yang jungwon — GUTS.

P. fem!reader x vampire!jungwon (17+) | W. unprotected sex, not an accurate deception of vampires, blood drinking, biting, marking, making out, multiple orgasms, subspace, petnames, tying up, just filthy. filthy shit. cursing too. | WC. 5.1k (was supposed to be 3k) | A,N. this one’s for nia my beloved @intromortal i hope u find some sort of comfort in this (⺣◡⺣)♡ love u lots + hope u and all jungwon girlies enjoy !

in which.. you trying to get used to your fangs somehow leads to jungwon getting tied up.

very important ps ! this was not edited or proofread in any way i wrote this at 4 am sorry! + this was inspired by moonstruck if u couldn’t tell (stream romance untold)

this totally wasn’t the ideal situation you were hoping to find yourself with a mere year ago.

a scenario consisting you, your supernatural boyfriend, his fangs and yours.

something single, hopeless, last year you would’ve had a hard time grasping and processing. that is if she was able to believe the fact that you were alive in the first place. as last year— well it wasn’t the best year you’ve experienced, and that statement heavily sugarcoats the tragic ups and downs you tumbled through.

but thankfully, in one of those depressed, cold night where you found yourself walking through the streets of the city all alone, you also found the love of your life.

again, not in the most ideal situation. seeing your future boyfriend ripping apart a random human’s flesh in the dark alleyway wasn’t the best first impression of a potential partner you’ve seen.

but alas, that faithful day did somehow manage to develop and nurture the relationship that evolved between the two of you. deeply connecting your beating heart to his frozen one, which was the sentimental beginning of the flourishing love for you.

now those days— the ones where you spoke to jungwon shyly whereas he tried his best to avoid eye contact with you in order to not get flustered were long gone. the bond that formed for both you allowed all the embarrassing and unnerving moments to quickly disappear.

some might claim you were moving on too quickly with your relationship, others might say that you’re just in the high peak of your love and that your fall was soon. yet none of those words mattered. not when jungwon has confessed his love for you.

not when he worships you every chance he gets. devoting himself to you completely and even begging you for a chance of eternity for your love. “an eternity for you, an evermore for us.” he would whisper against your skin.

and you agreed. of course you did. you would love to spend an eternity with jungwon. a happily forever after with your dear lover who always whispers how if his heart was alive, it would beat continuously for you only.

your lover that made you forget what your other previous relationships were like, the cliche sensation of falling atop a puddle of clouds and travelling through euphoria was long forgotten. replaced with the sinking feeling of drowning. a deep deep ocean of pure ardour that made you sink further below with each and every frosty wave that washed upon you.

and though your limbs became frozen, wrapped between icy fingertips and your breathing became impossible with the cold lips pressed against yours, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

not when this was the love jungwon was providing you.

and maybe you agreeing was when things started to head south a bit too quickly. too unexpectedly.

turning into the same creature as jungwon was an unforgettable experience. a beautiful yet painfully traumatising one. though with your lover’s support and care it became a distant, memorable thought for you in the back of your head.

one that you weren’t able to focus on due to the pounding in your ears. the ache in the back of your skull. and the pulsing pain right on your canines.

two hundered and sixteen hours. it’s been exactly nine days of pure agony since you turned.

the pain was unbearable. noxious. a carnal and vile sensation that raked through every vein in your unfamiliarly cold body. still not used to the dizzying icy feel of your fingertips against warmer surfaces that once felt cool beneath your touch.

you felt unstable. hunger overpowering every rational thought in your head. the absolute need to feed on the metallic taste that your tongue craved so deeply right now was wicked. the desire digging through each inch of your being and setting off every nerve with animalistic crave.

regretting every offer from jungwon to feed from him was futile. going on your first hunt while your lover was resting just to satiate your hunger was discarded out the window and feeding on the newly brought blood bags jungwon stored in your fridge was also forgotten as he did warn you that newly turned vampires should feed from someone else instead of a blood bag.

which didn’t make sense. bullshit excuse. but you were too scared.

that was the thing that stopped you from accepting all of jungwon’s caring offers, fear. the terrifying fear of possibly hurting your lover webbed its way around your head so intricately no matter how many times jungwon tried to get rid of it, it never worked.

but you were struggling.

canines turning sharper by the minute. elongated bones poking against your lips and swollen tongue that grew sensitive from the spiky edge. the thirst in your chest became wanton. your throat turning drier and drier the more time passed. nothing was working.

closing your eyes as your grip on the couch below you turned tighter only infuriated you more. it was way past midnight. jungwon was resting in your shared bedroom. the furthest point away from the living room where you were situated, in complete fear and hunger.

despair clouded your thoughts. nine days with no feeding since you turned was ridiculous. jungwon had warned you multiple times about how dangerous your actions are. harming your body and turning you weaker than you already are. yet you wouldn’t listen. as the defiant fear flourished further, you couldn’t bring yourself to take his worries into consideration.

well up until now.

up until this current moment, when you physically felt your body and surroundings shifting entirely. a forceful push making you stand on your own two shaking feet, coaxing you to move from your spot towards the door you’ve been staring at for the past few hours.

the bedroom door, where jungwon laid peacefully resting after a long and exhausting night of hunting accompanied by fruitless attempts of convincing you to feed on him. muffled footsteps barely reached your eyes through the loud ringing of your ears.

you weren’t aware but jungwon could feel your presence. even see you with his eyes closed due to his severely heightened senses. he could see and feel the way your eyes glowed a dark, dangerous red. lips bitten and split open in tiny cuts due to the sharpening of your fangs. and most importantly, he could very obviously feel your hunger.

the sensation coming as a shocking, staggering wave to him. he felt the way each cell in your body craved and yearned for blood. the iron taste to coat your tastebuds and satisfy your reeling mind. he could practically taste your hunger on his own lips.

yet he didn’t move on the bed, deciding that if this is what it took you to finally feed on him, then he’ll stay resting. asleep even in your mind. allowing you to do whatever your vampiric mind desires and deems as useful in this current moment.

which is why when your crazed eyes caught the sight of the animal chains used by jungwon to capture creatures that wafted through the forests, he felt a wave of excitement wash down on him. especially when you gripped the chains so tightly between your fingers and dragged them along with you towards the bed.

he patiently awaited you. eyes closed to further fake his sleep, unaware that you couldn’t differentiate between reality and your thoughts to let alone remember the fact that vampires don’t usually sleep. bringing up the heavy chains to wrap around jungwon’s wrists, the click and clank of the metal loudly echoed through the room yet you could only hear the continuous ringing in your ears.

with an unnoticeable smirk, jungwon kept his wrists pressed against one another to give you more ease in tying the chains, he could tell you were completely delirious. out of your mind as you tried to somehow make the pieces of metal stay in place. “fuck..” you cursed quietly, an unclear pronunciation reaching jungwon’s ears as you struggled to speak with the sharp fangs and swollen tongue. something jungwon found really endearing.

once you finally tightened the animal chains around your vampire lover’s wrist, your glowing red eyes shifted downwards. his pale skin shimmering with a sheen layer of sweat that appeared like glitter. the bright hue illuminated by the moonlight was so breathtaking, he looked so bewitching.

yet your admiration for his beauty couldn’t last long, as the heavy, dizzying scent of divine blood reached your nose aggressively due to the close proximity. with jungwon being a mere inches away from your mouth, the sound of his beating heart and circulation echoed enticingly in your eyes.

blood, oh how sacred it was. serving as the connection point between so many living creatures. the tilting brink for life and death. and the reason why you’re still alive till this day.

jungwon had always taught you the importance of the feathery light liquid that weighed a whole life, the revered blood that served the purpose for the existence of your lover. the light of your whole life and your eternity. the ichor that has been worshipped for centuries, the same one you were about to taste on the tip of your tongue right now.

and the most precious kind too.

the scent was dizzying, intoxicating. your senses picking up all the pulse points travelling in jungwon’s body, each one pulsating the crimson liquid that made the elongated canines in your mouth ache all the more. it was as if the remaining blood in your body cascaded away from your brain. making you lose all logical thinking as you lowered your head towards jungwon’s inviting, delicate neck that appeared more delicious oddly.

your shallow breaths grew even more irregular. if you had a heartbeat you knew it would’ve been raging by now, pounding nervously against your ribs. you opened your mouth, puffed lips separating and allowing your fangs to glisten against the moonlight. you were so close. so so close to getting exactly what you wanted.

and when your teeth grazed the surface of jungwon’s skin, the decrease of distance making your head spin as you could inhale his scent better now. and god was it so alluring. such a electrifying scent that enlivened all parts of your body and brain. setting off a different fire that blazed up your being entirely, driven completely by hunger. crave. voracity.

before you could flow further in the cloud of euphoria caused by the mere scent of the vampire’s blood beneath you, your instincts took control, sinking your teeth into his vein and allowing the absolute ecstasy of his flavour to wash down on your body.

and god did it reawaken you entirely.

the regret of the previous rejected offers that weighed like rocks on your shoulders disappeared the more blood rushed into your mouth. at jungwon’s unnoticeable hiss, you were reminded of the fact that you need to inject your venom inside of him.

he thrashed beneath you once your ecstasy forged its way into his bloodstream. instantly sending his mind into a state of complete delirium that made his eyes roll to the back of his skull in pleasure. he was on the seventh heaven.

jungwon tasted so unbelievably delicious. an overwhelming sweetness that sent your senses into a frenzy. the hunger that bloomed and grew in your stomach and chest bursted all over your body. nourishing your veins in a different kind of euphoria, a new taste ascending down your throat that closed and gulped the precious essence in fear of wasting a singular droplet of it.

your weakened knuckles tightened around his broad shoulders, nails gradually digging deeper into his skin the more you rode off the high from the bliss provided by jungwon’s blood. you could detect every unique factor about his taste, the first rush of sweetness followed by the warmness that swam in your mouth and the metallic, iron slaty like aftertaste that you slowly grew addicted to.

you pressed your body as close as possible to his, chest on chest as his heavy breaths and groans fell right onto your ears. the air shifted the longer his essence spilled onto your mouth. and you continued to suck, licking up the fervid blood that was as addictive as an aphrodisiac. the high and elation you felt from it only encouraging you to suck more. to swallow more. to feed your desire more and more.

jungwon’s breaths got heavier beneath you, uneven and shaky exhales that brushed against your cold skin. he could feel his body blazing up the further your sickeningly sweet venom spread. he felt so satisfied though he wasn’t the one that was feeding. finding a different kind of joy rushing through his body at the sight of you finally smearing the ruby liquid along your lips.

“finally?” he croaked out, voice quiet as his muscles twitched under your bite, a muffled noise of pleasure reached his ears as a response which made him chuckle. “you gave in.” he continued, shoulders sagging under your touch while the metal clanked around his wrists. he closed his hands to enjoy the close vicinity he had you in, the precious moment that solidified your relationship further.

the connection between two vampires, the exchange of delicious blood for precious venom.

it was a ritual, a connection and a form of bond jungwon had always searched for. unlike most vampires that didn’t pay any mind to getting marked by their lover after marking them, this act however held a heavy weight over jungwon’s unbeating heart.

could it be the influence of his loving parents that marked each other and valued their marking night as more memorable and precious than their own wedding? might be. either way, this bond. this gift that he had been blessed with, was something he had be waiting for patiently as the centuries passed by.

though he had turned some humans into one of his own kind, he had never gotten marked. preserving his neck as something only his lover, partner for life and eternity will have the right of approaching.

“tastes nice?” chuckling as you only continued to satiate your hunger. his smile deepened when you just hummed against his blood, dimple appearing as he allowed you to drink from him as much as you desired.

in the blink of an eye the metal chains fell across the floor besides the bed, “you never needed these, precious.” he spoke gently. lowering his hands to cradle the back of your neck and wrap around your waist, he tilted his head to the side to give you more access to the expanse of his neck, encouraging you to drink more.

humming in delight when you released more venom further into his bloodstream, yours felt so warm and heavy. intoxicating as the pleasure from it raked through his body, he felt so good. so ecstatic. drunk on the sensation of your venom rushing through his body just as much as you were drunk on the flavour of him coating your insides.

the mixing fuse of his venom with your blood was euphoric. yet nothing could compare to the feeling of his blood unifying with your venom. an indescribable febrile sensation that set all his nerves aflame. burning with a fire that only blazed bigger and larger. the need and crave for you increasing by the second.

the longer your poison stirred with his blood, the more he yearned for you. a feverish want and an ardent need, functioning purely on impulse when his hands lowered to press you lower on his lap. the pleasure awakening another arousal that spread throughout your bodies. you could feel his length rock hard, pulsing with need as it was confined in his pants. “you’re in my blood.” jungwon whispered dazedly.

“finally.” his muscles clenched and tightened under your bite the more he spoke, the action pushing out further blood that spilled down your throat, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as all your senses reawakened, rekindling every nerve with your brain that made you become more aware with everything.

every sensation suddenly seemed intense. each movement in your body felt electrifying. like a new consciousness that just stirred awake after your first feeding, everything felt surreal. with every gulp of blood, another shock passed through your limbs. the revival of your senses become overwhelming, resulting in your hands to lower, to grasp onto jungwon’s muscular arms to ground yourself.

“that’s enough, doll.” he cradled your face in his large hand, his touch though icy cold, felt warm against your skin. he gently pulled you away from the open bite, your fangs slipping out as blood trickled down your lips and his neck. he quickly guided your lips back to lick the wound, finally sealing your marks on him. “did so well for me, my love.”

“feel satisfied enough now?” his catlike eyes stared at you in wonder, his own lips having a light pink hue to them due to biting them from the overwhelming pleasure. his stare at you darkened when you shook your head in denial, feeling far from satisfied. anything but satisfied with his rock hard length pressing against your core.

“what do you need then, princess?” he asked, dipping his nose to run the tip of it along your cheeks softly before burying his head against your neck, pressing a tender kiss on your pulse points. “you.” whispering breathlessly for him, his hands tightened their hold around you. lustful gaze challenging your own lidded one, “you sure you can handle me right now, pretty?” he teased.

you whined in need in his embrace, feeling the way his cock throbbed in need for you. each cell in his body craving you, the urge to hold you as close as possible to him wasn’t as fulfilling as it used to feel, he felt the infernal need to bury himself inside of you. mould and shape your souls into one so that he can breathe freely.

you nodded your head to his words, the arousal that awakened in you stirred hotly in your stomach, reaching further down into your abdomen and blazing your whole body on fire. you felt so warm. so fitting into his frame, so alluring to him. that he had no other choice than to claim you as his.

“get on the bed, princess.” he whispered into your ear, in the blink of an eye he moved your bodies around on the mattress. his speed and strength evident in every movement as he pinned you under him between the silk sheets, he stared at you. from his position and perspective you looked so ravishing. so delicious he wanted to devour you whole. let you become a piece of him and him a piece of you.

“you smell delightful, my love.” whispering against your skin as he pushed his nose against your jugular veins, his strong hands brushing against every inch of your body on their way to your core, their pace turning slower the breathier your gasps and moans of his name became, just to rile you up further.

“please, baby.” you begged, voice barely above a whisper as your eyes closed in intense pleasure, each touch of his fingertips leaving a trail of fire behind them as they brushed along your body, “i know, angel.” he kissed your exposed collarbone to soothe you, “i know.” and without a warning he teared off your clothes from your frame.

relishing in the surprised gasp that left your mouth as his eyes raked your body, the one that no matter how many times he kissed and worshipped, he’ll always crave and fantasise about. you were so enchanting to jungwon. if he could spend your eternity with him marking every inch of your skin, he would. the mere thought of dedicating himself to your body only seemed like a dream to him.

and each time he got you under him, he tried to do just that. to devote himself to your body entirely before pleasing you two to the edge of your limits, pushing you so far not even the peeking sunlight through the dark blinds could even make him consider the possibility of quitting for the day.

“smell so good baby.. taste so sweet.” he ran the tip of his tongue along your skin, praises falling like waterfalls from his lips when they were not pressed against you, you could only whimper and writhe under him as he pleased your body. as this was no longer a matter between you and jungwon, it was your body and jungwon.

he knew and had memorised you like the back of his hand. knowing exactly what parts of your body were the most sensitive, what kind of kiss will make your eyes roll to the back of your head, how to angle his hips to hit your sweet sweet spot and make you unravel beneath him in seconds, and this doesn’t even cover even a quarter of it.

though he was a vampire, your body was heaven to him. and he was the most devoted and committed angel.

“won.. i need you. right now, please.” you shakily moaned when his fangs grazed your hip bone, right over the fresh hickey he placed on your skin, his eyes raked over your body and over the new marks. his artwork that glowed underneath him, before they reached your pleasured face. and god did you look stunning.

how could he deny you of pleasure any longer when you stared at him with glossy eyes? the rapid raising and falling of your chest as you tried your best to regulate your breathing, and the scent of metallic blood that made his head spin. that’s when he noticed the tiny crimson droplets decorating your lower lip from your harsh bites.

and fuck did that just push him past his own limit.

“i got you, doll.” he pushed his pants and boxers down before discarding them in the room, sliding his shirt off and throwing it besides the bed as he finally lowered himself onto you. his skin burned against yours. the contact almost electrifying, building up the hilt of his ecstasy gradually, he then connected your lips, allowing your soft moans to stay muffled between his lips. brushing his tongue against yours as he fell deeper and deeper into the spell of pure intoxication of your love.

he guided his length to your core, leaking tip brushing along your soaked folds which made you whimper into his mouth before he pushed himself in. thrusting his hips to fill you up completely and relishing in your pleasured moan. he so good inside of you. so big and perfect, stretching you out so nicely the burn of it alone made you see stars across your vision.

he kept his arms around your head, caging you under his body while your nails dug into his muscles. resorting to sucking on your bottom lip only and reveling in the sugary sweet taste of blood that coated his tongue. the taste only making his hardened length twitch inside of your leaking walls. the more he tasted you the more he craved you in every way.

“feel so good wrapped around me baby.. your pussy is milking me so well.” he praised as he spoke between kisses, his thrusts slow yet so powerful. filling you up to the brim, pressing against your cervix in a way that made your toes curl before pulling back. you were on cloud nine.

you felt the air around you shift the moment you felt the familiar tightening of the coil in your abdomen, your climax approaching as your senses suddenly heightened more. jungwon took notice of your incessant tightening, the way your hands brushed through his soft hair and pulled gently while you whimpered and mewled his name out so desperately. both of you were floating to a different dimension, wrapped up in complete and utter euphoria that the only thing your clouded senses and awareness were able to pick up were the approach of your releases.

jungwon felt an animalistic urge clawing its way through his chest, a primal need to fuck and stuff you full of him when his own abdomen tightened. picking up the pace as his muscular hands wrapped around your thighs while his hips began to piston against yours, he breathing was laboured, panting as his eyes rolled to the back of his head the further you sucked him in.

your fingers began to grip against the sheets. searching for anything to ground yourself with as your body arched against his own, your chest pressing against his. the air feeling electric and steamy as both of your bodies buzzed in overstimulation over complete euphoria.

“i’m so close, baby.” you choked out, throwing your head back against the satin pillowcase and exposing the skin of your neck to jungwon’s eyes. he felt feral.

like a carnal impulse controlling his body as its puppet. jungwon instantly sank his teeth down your veins. relishing in the sob that escaped your throat while crystal tears ran down your cheeks. the pleasure so overwhelming and uncontrollable your body shook in overstimulation as your orgasm washed over you. leaving you to twitch under jungwon’s possessive hold.

“just like that pretty.. cream all over my cock.” he spoke with his words slurred, almost choking on your blood as he sucked more and more. pure ecstasy rushing throughout his body as it burned with passion. he felt like the pleasure was almost too much to keep up with. he whispered sweet nothings to your skin while your ears rang in hot white pleasure that descended down your body in brutal waves.

the combination of his bite and cock so deep inside of you sent you into a frenzy. your body felt scorched. completely ablaze as jungwon fucked you through your pleasured climax, blurring the lines between your release and overstimulation.

your head continued to spin as jungwon’s venom spread throughout your body. his venom so intoxicating and potent. you felt exhilarated in deep pleasure and passion that only your lover provided you.

as he kept fucking you into subspace, you slowly lost touch with reality. the only thing processing in your dizzied mind was the raging sense of ecstasy. unable to pick up jungwon’s reassuring words as he pulled away and sealed his marks on your neck. his cock pressed snug against your cervix while he kissed the two deep bites that portrayed his claim on you.

“feeling good, princess?” his voice sounded muffled for you. barely able to reach your puddle of a brain. yet you could only nod as your eyes remained closed, pretty lips parted allowing soft pants of air out while heavy tears hung from your lashes. he kissed both of your cheeks lovingly, leaving behind a slight smear of your blood on your skin before he began to slowly roll in his hips against yours. chasing his own release by using your body.

jungwon threw his head back as your cunt sucked him in greedily. closing his eyes to revel in the pure, breathtaking pleasure that ran along his veins along with the feeling of your blood rushing through his body. he felt so ridiculously great. living through a high that only your body and blood could supply him. and he was so fucking addicted.

he lowered his head to commit the mistake of looking at your connection point, the sight of his pulsing red cock disappearing into your dripping cunt made his shallow breath hitch. the white ring of your arousal circling his cock made him tighten his hold on your thighs. sharp nails burying themselves onto your skin to leave behind small crescent shapes, serving as reminders of jungwon’s devotion to you.

the louder the filthy wet noises became in the room, the closer jungwon felt his release. the nasty sounds combined with your mixed moans of pleasure driving him absolutely crazy. everything felt so lewd. so erotic. and so stimulating to him. only you were able to make his head spin and pound in delirium as sweat rolled down his burning body.

he continued to thrust so deeply inside of you. keeping his leaking tip pressed against your cervix for longer periods as he felt his body tightening up aggressively. his orgasm a mere seconds away from washing down on him while he wrapped your legs around him and lifted your arms above you.

he pressed his forehead against yours as he thrusted in an animalistic pace. his heavy breathing combining with your own making you breath each other’s air as he chased his release. all the noises, the sensations, everything became so much more intense while he practically molded your cunt into his shape.

fresh tears rolled down your cheeks as jungwon unknowingly fucked you through orgasm after orgasm. coaxing a new one out with every few thrusts as your legs weakly trembled around his waist. your eyes rolling to the back of your head when jungwon began to mindlessly lick against your skin.

“i’m cumming, doll— shit. gonna fill you up, yeah? you gonna like that?” he moaned against your jaw as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. the mere thought of breeding you triggering his release that made his body freeze, still buried so deep inside of you while he filled you up completely. the feeling of his warm cum inside of you pulled out another orgasm from you as you convulsed under him. clawing at his body desperately when you felt yourself a few seconds away from passing out.

“fuck.. princess…” he gasped, opening his eyes and lifting his head to take in the sight of your fucked our body, quickly pulling out, “baby..?” he whispered softly, his hands leaving your wrists to gently cradle your face, a feeling of relief washing down on him when you leaned into his touch even in this state.

“you feeling alright, doll?” he smiled when you slightly nodded, deciding it’s best to clean you up and get you tucked in his embrace as soon as possible. “i’ll get you a cloth and clean you up, then we can go to sleep yeah?” he spoke, his eyes lighting up in adoration when you hummed softly before detaching his sore body from your own and disappearing into the bathroom.

and a few more minutes, whines from you and chuckles from jungwon later, you were safe in his embrace to rest for as long as you wanted while jungwon laid besides you, a hefty amount of blood bags and other vampire-friendly snacks situated on his bedside table for his own feeding as he knew the moment you wake up, you’ll be tremendously hungry, and he was excited to offer his neck to your aching fangs.

and maybe it was his jealousy, but he really didn’t want you to touch any blood bags.

his blood should suffice for now.

a,note. hope u enjoyed ♡ !!

[spooky-fm]

DP x DC fic: Delivery Ghost

This has been consuming my brain for weeks. Based on this post by @gummybearstastelikesadness:

Danny wakes up in the new world and, not feeling responsible for its villains (unlike the ghost attacks where he is the one who turned on the portal) decides to take a break and have a vacation. As a pizza delivery person, he brings orders to the recipients within the specified timeframe, no matter what. Certain citizens of this world are suspicious when the app lets them order to a town 2 hours away from the location ... and the delivery boy is there in under 10 minutes.

If only Danny cared about their feelings.

Part 1.

Waking up sore and confused in the middle of a random field with only vague memories of last night's events wasn't that weird for Danny Fenton. He had been Amity Park's resident hero for several years and had lived through much stranger awakenings. His list started with Vlad Plasmius's spooky basement inside a cloning tube and his parents' lab strapped to the vivisection table, and ended with places like the middle of nowhere in the Ghost Zone after an ecto-storm or a hundered-year-old abandoned maze of secret tunnels under the Masons' house after a particularly exciting date with Sam. Next to those, an ordinary-looking meadow was a welcome change. Despite that, something felt not quite right, but Danny couldn't quite focus on the feeling in his drowsy state.

Careful inspection of his body revealed that he had all of his limbs attached where they should be attached and functioning as normal. Aside from mild discomfort after lying on the cold ground for a significant amount of time he was perfectly healthy, despite splotches of dried ectoplasm and blood indicating recent injuries.

Deciding that he did not care enough to remember what those splotches were from just yet, Danny shrugged and continued his inspection. He looked around the field, trying to find any clues, tracks, or signs of civilization, and, failing to locate any, he transformed into his ghost form.

The transformation was enough of a jolt to wake him up from his morning sleepiness, forcing Danny to remember the fight with an unfamilliar ghost that appeared just as he finished fixing reindeer antlers to the top of the head of his freshly-made one-foot-tall snowman made from the first snow in the season. He had been so concerned with taking the fight away from his new porch guardian that he hadn't taken it seriously enough. Between exchanging blows and trying to find out the name of the intruder into his neighbourhood, he ended up too distracted to notice that they were not alone and got blasted with a dark-purple beam from behind.

As much as he would have liked to know more, the memory tastefully faded to black and refused to provide any further details.

'Never mind the why's and how's then,' - Danny thought, unconcerned. 'Time to consider the where's and the when's.'

Having thought that, he suddenly realised what had been bothering him from the moment he woke up. He was so busy taking stock of his physical state that he forgot to question the gentle warmth of the ground he had slept on and the decidedly non-December greenery around him.

Wide-eyed, Danny quickly flew up, searching for anything that could point him towards Amity or any other nearby town.

The vegetation did not seem too different from what he was used to, so he concluded that he probably wasn't anywhere Southern enough to be this warm in December. That suggested Clockwork shenanigans, which did not fill Danny with too much confidence.

He turned invisible, picked a random direction, and flew at a leisurely speed fully intending to enjoy the idyllic weather.

A couple of hours later, he finally came across a large enough town where he decided he would not be instantly noticed in the morning crowd. He easily found the local library and got permission to use a computer from the librarian that barely glanced at him in the dimly lit lobby. He made his way towards the two ancient computers ready to learn the local date and hopefully figure out how he ended up in this situation.

Danny wasn't truly surprised when the calendar showed a date a couple months in the past according to his personal timeline. He had spent enough time (ha!) with Clockwork to not be put off by a bit of minor time-travel. What surprised him, however, was his inability to find even a single mention of Amity Park on the internet.

Familiar forums, social media account of his friends, Amity news sources, even his personal blog that he posted blurry pictures of blob ghosts to were missing. Maps, both regular and satellite, showed a familiar but slightly different landscape where his home town should have been with a completely different name written over it.

Danny stared at the monitor with unfocused eyes. If he really had travelled in time, he would have been able to find some trace of Amity, or his friends. Searching for their names gave unhelpful results, and trying to look up ghosts and ghost attacks only led him down the rabbit hole of superheroes and something called 'The Justice League' that just gave him a headache. This led to the natural conclusion that instead of a minor instance of short time-travel he got tangled in a major instance of timeline-hopping.

He shuddered a little, remembering Dan. At least it seemed that Danny didn't exist at all in this timeline, in any shape. That turned out to be a slightly disturbing thought and Danny decided to ignore it with the practiced ease of someone who was used to rolling with the punches for the sake of his mental stability.

He wondered briefly when this world and his started to differ, but his limited knowledge of human history was not enough to give him much of a hint. He figured it was at least a couple hundred years in the past, but that was the extent of his detective abilities.

------------------------

It was a relief to finally exit the stuffy library building and let the rays of sunshine fall on his face after several hours of researching the new world he found himself in. Despite failing to get any closer to the mystery of his appearance there, he didn't feel that upset at the change of scenery.

While walking leisurely along the tidy street, Danny contemplated the heroes and villains of this timeline. It seemed that the Justice League was the top dog when it came to the forces of good. He wasn't sure how to approach them without raising suspicion that a person suddenly coming into existence would certainly cause.

Suddenly, he was struck by a thought so alien to him that he stopped in his tracks and stared blankly ahead.

He didn't have to do anything!

There were no ghost attacks in the news, and thus probably no portal to the Ghost Zone. He hadn't opened a doorway between the Infinite Realms and Earth, and there was nobody who needed help that couldn't be given by any of the local heroes.

Danny realised that didn't feel any pressing need to protect this world. That little part of his core that was always anxious about Amity, about Sam and Tucker, and about the rest of the world was now blissfully quiet. Danny smiled at that, shaking his head and continuing his walk towards what seemed to be a small river.

He also began to notice the stares people around were directing at him and tried to get lost in the crowd - with little luck. It almost seemed that having drawn the attention of the locals, he was standing out as an obvious outsider.

He was starting to get annoyed at the constant attention, when he noticed his ragged sleeve and recalled that he was in fact still covered in suspiciously blood-looking greenish blots. He considered the fact that it was actually blood from his already-healed small scratches was irrelevant. 

Cursing quietly, Danny quickly turned into a shady-looking alleyway and made his escape from the public eye by going invisible.

He decided to continue on his course towards the riverside in this way, while mulling over the earlier revelation. The more he thought about it, the more he became convinced that it was a great idea to take a break and get some rest from ghostly affairs. And if he really wanted to go back, he could always find a way to open a portal into the Ghost Zone and find Clockwork. His sort-of mentor, sort-of father figure wouldn't mind helping him with a little nudge towards the right timeline, would he? Besides, the guy probably knew all about Danny's little jaunt across realities. Since there was no sign of him or his cryptic advice, it was entirely reasonable that he approved of the whole thing.

So it was decided: Danny Fenton was going on vacation.

He flipped in the air in excitement and started flying away from the town. Giggling a little at the fact that he still didn't know the name of the first town he visited in this timeline, he froze in place as something occured to him: He had no money, no possessions and didn't know where to go.

Despite not technically needing food or shelter as a ghost, he didn't want to spend his vacation hiding away under his invisibility. And what sort of vacation would it be if he had no money to spend on fun things like videogames and hot dogs?

He figured the solution was simple: He'll just have to find a job.

[foreverrandomwritings]

this soft & sweet prompt with dean winchester 🥹 romantic

“you’re not alone. you never were.”

Burgers, Fries and Pie?

Summary: After waking up from a nightmare Dean does his best to soothe you.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x gn!Reader

Warnings: Death, torture, blood, nightmares, guns, hospitals, little angst and fluff.

Word count: 773 (short and sweet)

Masterlist M's Hundered Celly Masterlist

Dean had jolted out of his sleep as a scream ripped through the air around him. He sat up quickly, grabbing the gun under his pillow and scanned the room. He thought for a moment that maybe he had imagined the scream and laid back down. He put his gun back and reached out across the bed for you. His hand met the skin of your arm and you jerked another scream ripping through the air. 

“Honey, you gotta wake up.” He gently tried to wake you up. He reached out for you again barely laying a hand on your arm before you were shooting up. 

“No. Get off him. No. Please. Please don’t hurt him.” You were sobbing as you struggled to get away from him. 

“Honey it’s me. It’s Dean.” His voice was soothing as he spoke to you. Your chest was heaving violently as you struggled to control your breathing.

“Dean?” Your voice barely above a whisper as the word slipped from your lips. 

“I’ve got you, It’s okay.” He cupped your face in his hands, wiping the tears off your cheeks as your eyes connected with his. 

“You were gone Dean. They killed you right in front of me.” More tears crawled along your cheeks as you spoke. He wiped them away smoothly, understanding seeping through him. One of your biggest fears was losing him, you’d come close last month on a vampire hunt. They had gotten the drop on both of you, their numbers larger than you expected. Had Sam not shown up you doubt either of you would have made it out alive. They had been seconds away from bleeding Dean dry when Sam had shot through the door. 

“They didn’t kill me, I survived. I’m here with you.” You brought your hands up to cup his much larger ones that were on your cheeks. The rough feeling of his skin against the smoother palms of your hands grounded you back to the room. Your breathing slowly steadied as he gave you a smile. 

“I can’t be alone Dean. You can’t leave me alone.” You searched his face, looked at the freckles along his cheeks committing every tiny dot to memory. 

“You’re not alone. You never were.” You had spent years alone, your parents having died shortly after your seventeenth birthday. You had decided to go camping around your twenty third birthday. That’s when the Winchester brothers found you on a hunt. You had been captured by a Wendigo that they were hunting. You were worse for wear and you hadn’t expected to live much longer until they came blasting through the doors. In the glory of flannels and molotov cocktails. 

They had taken you to a hospital and Dean had decided to stay with you while you recovered. He didn’t want you to wake up without any answers to questions he knew you’d have. When you woke up he eased you through everything. You had quickly decided you’d never leave his side again. So you have been with them ever since. Learning the ways of hunting and going from motel to motel with them. But you always feared that this life was a dream and you were still alone in that nasty cave with the even nastier monster. 

“I will never leave you alone honey. I promise.” He meant the promise to, no matter what he would make sure to make it back to you. Even if he died he would find some way out of it. 

“Can we go grab something to eat?” You asked him abruptly, wanting to get out of the room to take your mind off the nightmare you had just been pulled out of. 

“What’re you thinking?” He asked you a spark in his eyes. He scanned your face, taking in the dip of your nose, the shape of your lips and every small imperfection. He would never get sick of being able to look at someone so breathtaking. 

“Burgers, fries and pie?” You asked him cocking your head slightly. You already knew that he was going to go with you, the man would never pass up food. 

“I knew I loved you. Let’s go, I saw a diner up the street.” He was pulling you out of bed as he went. Throwing your jeans and shirt at you. You shrugged off his flannel you had fallen asleep in before slipping into your clothes. As you walked out the door you pulled his flannel back on. Slipping into the passenger seat of the Impala, AC/DC spilling from the speakers, his hand in yours, you knew you would never be alone.

A/N: I really really really loved writing this. Thank you for this request Meg! Definitely thinking about actually finishing my first ever fanfic I posted on this hellsite.

Tags(open): @wkndwlff @sylviebell

[sophiethehorse]

Something I have realised as a newbie mash fan is that every character-and I mean EVERY (adult) character with more than one line of dialogue. Has at least one person on this hellsite who has the absolute mcbonkers screaming yonkers hots for them.

Regardless of religion, race, age, gender or whatever absolute slayage klinger has going on. This ancient TV show for grandpas where everyone is at all times; sweaty, tired, sad, covered in blood and wearing an ungodly amount of khaki, has somehow accumulated enough thirst to rival a hundered old spice commercials.

And I for one think thats very sexy of us.

[sardonic-the-writer]

LALO SALAMANCA HEADCANONS ☆

• Lalo is a big thigh guy

• Girl, boy, thin, chubby, or litteraly anything else. Doesn't matter. He absolutely loves your thighs

• If you'd give him permission he'd one hundered percent constantly be laying his head on them—more often than not with a smug smirk on his face

• Come to think of it though he'd love most everything about you. Lalo might be a cold blooded cartel kingpin, but he's not someone that puts others down for no reason

• So if he says something about you, he means it

• Loves it when you mess with his hair. Probably encourages you to do it, humming lowly as you scratch your fingers against his scalp soothingly

• Caught you twirling his gray streak around your finger once and got the widest grin, finding it adorable

• "Ahh amor me vas a matar con tu encanto algun dia."

• If anyone were to ever ask Lalo the thing he loves in life the most, he'd hold up two fingers and immediately respond with "my car and my partner" without hesitating once

• Preferably both at the same time if he's honest. Ideally while turning his non-bouncing car into a bouncing car—if you know what I mean

• Yeah he's a little sleazy. But he'd do anything for you, only asking for your genuine feelings in return

[six-sanguine-wings]

"Égalité, Équité, Amour"

Arlecchino x Fem!Menstruating!Reader ❗NS//FW! MDNI❗

W/C: 1.8k

Amy Robsart  exhibited 1877  William Frederick Yeames  1835-1918  Presented by the Trustees of the Chantrey Bequest 1877 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/N01609

From a sea of swelling sanguine tears and a bludgeoning ache in your belly, you wonder if your body is cursing you for being a woman.

At the foot of a stair flight, you lay with your arms encircling your belly and your fingers clawing into the guipure and silk of your nightgown as though your nails could bite away the gnawing agony in your uterus. 

Dawn mounts the skies, dying the unreachable tent into a blur of mellow hues but even as young sunlight reaches your eyes, the moon persists, full and beautiful and snide, reeling the tides into its reign. And there you remain, defeated, a sitting duck to this awful gory orbit, groaning amidst the quietude and weeping into your hair—a mess of locks strewn about the cold ground—collapsed as if you’re prostrating yourself at the heels of the moon’s grandeur.

How cruel.

Grueling and sordid.

Blood leaks into the kerchief between your legs. Carnage stains are a trifle amid the ravage in your stomach. 

You hardly hear stilettos clicking nearby, barely sense a towering figure hover above you, and then lean in close, charcoal-red irises probing into your form, sharp hands sweeping your tresses away from your tear-soaked eyes,, then a familiar scent enveloping your senses: traces of sweet vanilla, red clover, incense smoke, ash and iron…

“Oh ma chérie,” she mutters into your ear, voice slow and temperate. “menstrual pains again?”

For a fleeting moment you think an angel is whispering, and then you chuckle wearily at the thought.

“What made it obvious?” You don’t notice how fragile your voice is.

“I notice what you think I don’t.” You want to ask her for an example, and she knows, so Arlecchino presses on. “Such as when you sent yourself tumbling down the stairs.” She motions towards the steep bane of your existence wih a succint swoop of her hand. “Count your blessings that you didn’t wake the others within the house. The children… Don’t take kindly to interrupted mornings. As you know well.” 

Arlecchino weaves derision into her voice with such measured intent that you have to strain your ears to hear it amongst the sore ebb and flow in your low abdomen. Dropping your mirthelss half-smile, you hum, hollowly.

“The Knave is sharp, and impartial so long as her children are concerned; or so she is reputed. If that is so, you would leave me here but…” Arlecchino steps forth just as you say this, cutting your sunlight sparse and scooping you into her clutch with one arm hooked hunder your knees and the other locked around your upper back. She lingers here, with you against her chest, for a moment. “...You won't.”

Arlecchino smiles, ambiguous. "Fille futé.”

Cogency coming in shallow waves, you sparsely remember the trek back upstairs, only the warmth around your limbs and the familiar light notes accompanying it—sweet vanilla, red clover, incense smoke, ash and iron…

Within the quiet comfort where your bedroom once was, Arlecchino draws the drapes closed, provides you a clean cotton cloth to change into, then another, heated wool towel for your stomach. Forever incomplete, it soothes away the ache and leaves behind your woes. 

When she lays you in a bed made surprisingly of fresh sheets and new quilts, Arlecchino strokes her black thumb across your cheek, slow and tentative; unwilling to part but moving gingerly. She always touches you like your skin is glass. Eyes of charcoal and blood rove every part of you but elude your own gaze. You watch her from below—you always find yourself below her—in silence, watch her eyes, their beautifully anomalous quality and the permanent tiredness hanging in light bags beneath them—and pore over her swelling temptation as she studies the loose slip of your nightgown’s strap, the way gauze creases and bends where your curves pull together, how silk falls upon your skin like dew on an untouched leaf…

…And like a soaring bug, she finds you, lands on you, her tinted lips sealing yours. 

Peruere doesn’t kiss you weakly—she is never weak, but composite, like a fine Inazuman blade with soft and hard steel that could cut through a God. You learned that about her, though not easily. Her lips move, taking yours in their delicate, careful hold. She’s so light that you hardly notice when you push her away, only the empy coldness left behind.

“I shouldn’t—we shouldn’t be doing this again.” Your words come in feverish, dubious drawls. 

“And why is that?” 

“Can’t you control yourself, Knave?”

“I can’t control you. ” Can’t control you from provoking me. 

“Oh, Have I defeated the undefeatable fourth?” You laugh wryly. Her hand comes to rest on your clothed, tender, swollen breast. A spark ignites in your sore belly, sending flames high into your cheeks, then the bleeding space between your thighs. You press them together. Peruere squeezes your mound decisively. 

Like anger, lust makes us wreckless. 

In the delirious moments that follow, Peruere discards your layered panties, pushes the laced hem of your skirt to your hips, and finds your sensitive, bloodied slit with her cold, slender, sharp fingers. Two roll your blood-soaked clit ruthlessly and you gasp, digging your incisor into your lip to stifle yourself.

It’s befitting, really: in pleasuring you, keeping you placated and docile, Perrie soils her hands, coats them in carnage.

“Whatever is the matter, ma chérie?” Arlecchino coos, revoking her touch and letting you burn to nothing. “You were so chatty not a moment ago.”

“You change your mind quickly, hm?” Your words slur together. “‘Father’isn’t as stern as she acts. I thought her ‘children’ were all e-equals, and yet— a-ah…"

Arlecchino pushes two fingers into your wet tightness, killing your words aptly.  The way she moves provokes you slowly, digits curving into the places you're sensitive to, igniting your every nerve and setting your skin aflame. 

“I should find a better use for that tongue you love to run,” Arlecchino mulls darkly, when her thumb finds your clit and you whine. She's moving quicker, pushing you harder, your heaving breaths coming in an arrhythmic chorus of gasps, clumsily shaped around her name. Ringing builds in your ears and tears blend your vision into a diaphanous blur; you think you hear an insidious,  scornful remark, the subtle tut-tut of a clicking tongue. Soon, a familiar, sweltering knot twists your stomach. It's bashful, delirious and sensational, convulsing and building and trudging and trudging and—

—The Knave pulls away and you falter into an incompete pile of ash.

“It will come off", Arlecchino tells you, apropos of the red spot soiling your dainty nightgown. It isn't what worries you.

“And if it doesn't?” You ask, somewhat indifferent, as you peel away another layer of her suit. It isn't the first time you've done this, but in a sobering, momentary thought, you find yourself uncertain. Of this intimacy, of this miserable affection which tethers you to the Father of the Hearth. As you work away the buttons on her blouse, she rests her hand on the small of your back as if to quell your nascent thoughts, to do what she would never in the presence of her ‘children’—touch you, kiss you, show you undeserving care, and cause you to pine for these affections, a craving that crashes upon you in waves, not unlike your menstrual pains, until you collapse.

“Then I'll buy you a new one—a better one.” 

You wrestle with the knot that secures her pretty black panties, entranced by the tantalizing wetness beneath. 

“I hope you aren't underestimating your ‘children’,” you say in retrospective consideration.  Arlecchino pushes your back to the mattress, now a tempest of curled sheets. 

“I never do.” 

“I see.”

You writhe and Peruere groans when she slides herself between your parted legs. From the position that she leaves you in, you can study her countenance perfectly, pore over the lust pooling in her bleeding twin charcoal eyes, find that it matches your own. Then she moves her vulva against yours, her clit abusing your own in an incessant rhythm. She holds nothing back, and somehow you feel small like this—held captive beneath her, as though you're incarcerated, if not by her arms then by the desire that seems to adhere you at the meeting between your thighs. Your voice comes in a strangled chain of moans but Arlecchino catches your lips in hers, promptly stifling you.

“What is it…” you pant, voice muffled between smothering kisses, “that keeps bringing you back to me when you say you know better?”

Lust is too superficial a word but love is too demanding, too hopeful. 

“It's… the same reason why you let me come back.” Temptation, fondness? What an elusive answer. “I've seen the way you stare at me, ma belle, even when you fancy I don't.” (“I notice what you think I don't”—her words bounce across the walls of your psyche like a malicious echo.) 

At times you wonder if Arlecchino can hear your thoughts—she pulls your low neckline below your breasts and kneads your flesh in an avaricious hand. You sigh into her open clavicle. 

“I hate secrets, you know.” Which is ironic because what is the Knave besides an assimilation of secrets? 

"Then you should know better than to love me.”

“I don't love you…” 

“No,” Arlecchino piches your nipple as she says this, twisting it to the frail threshold of pleasure and pain. “But you crave me.”

Your lips part to release a retort but Arlecchino promptly silences you in a sweeping kiss. She's far from forbearing this time, stabbing her teeth into your bottom lip so that you shed a sonorous cry and a blood beadlet. You can't blame her—flames are vicious, born to consume, scalding away your pains and your woes and the remnants of your self until all that remains is a heap of ash and bones bearing your extinct legacy. 

Her tongue tangles with yours, burning the taste of her flesh into your palate: sweet vanilla, red clover, incense smoke, ash and iron… 

Arlecchino is the son et lumiére she casts and the shadows that dance at their feet. 

You smile.

She calls your first name. 

"Come with me, ma chèrie,” Peruere moves faster now, more erratically, like she’s desperate to choke you of the life in your lungs. And you don’t resist her because…

I want you to hold me like this.

A fire ignites your soul that the oceans cannot temper, beginning at the junction between your thighs and stretching to your overwrought heart.

In the final intimate moment you share with a woman so forbidden, you both stumble and fall into the fell clutch of ecstasy, wrapped in a lover's embrace.

The next thing you care enough to remember, the horrible ache in your womb is gone, and so is Peruere.

But as the wretched blood moon, you know she will return. 

It brings you a strange comfort. 

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59864137

[monochromepalette]

🌺 Annon is here once again but with an angst idea this time..😁

Reader dying during their lovers overblot and their reactions to it 🥰

Maybe Riddle, Leona and Jamil if u dont mind 🙏

I HOPE U DONT MIND BC THIS IS MY THIRD TIME REQUESTING IM SORRY I JUST LOVE UR WRITING IK URE WORKING ON OTHER ASKS TOO RN IM SORRY 😭

Hey 🌺 Anonnyyyyyyy!!! 🌺

Your requests are always welcomed, don't be afraid or shy to ask 💖💖💖 I DON'T CARE IF THIS IS YOUR FIRST OR THIRD OR ONE-HUNDERED-THOUSAND-FOURTH TIME. I WILL KEEP WRITING FOR YOU, MY DARLING. 💖💖💖

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|| GN!Reader || Overblot Death (Riddle, Leona, Jamil) - [Events slightly differ from in-game events]

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|●|[❗️TRIGGER WARNINGS:

● Death

● Descriptions of Character Death

● Mention of Suicide (Jamil's)

● Mentions of blood & struggling❗️]|●|

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{ * R I D D L E * }

"Riddle!"

You shrieked as Riddle's magic blasted right through the barrier a student made for you. It shattered like glass and the hole left a blaze of fire and smoke. It crawled around the surface like a crowd of ants eager to eat their meal. Riddle passed through, the barrier rendered useless against him.

Something tickled your throat as you breathed in steadily. You tried to regain your focus as you reached out for Riddle, his hands extended to yours—his fingers felt hot.

A sudden flashbang of red light. The world was spinning, and you could only see blobs and blurs of colors.

It hurt. It stung. It burned.

The tickling in your throat turned into choking. You gasped desperately for air while you flailed your arms around to grab a hold of your lover.

Riddle, Riddle, Riddle, you kept saying his name in your head. What if... What if he could hear you? This was his magic, afterall! Of course he could hear you! Maybe if you said it loud enough in your mind, he would save you. Riddle! Riddle! Please, Riddle! Perhaps you just needed to tell him how much you loved him, would he then return to normal? I love you, Riddle... Please, come back to me—I love you so much! Something felt like is was moving closer. It became hotter and hotter. It was Riddle!

...Or at least, that's what you wished it could be. As much as you wanted to believe it, you couldn't keep lying to yourself anymore.

He couldn't hear you.

He wasn't going to save you.

The only thing in front of you had the shape and form of a garbled mess of hues of red and orange.

"[ Name ]!" Trey shouted. He sprinted towards you as he tried to get in to pull you out. Before he could, Riddle's magic shoved Trey backwards, his power riding against his face. Trey stumbled onto the floor, his glasses snapping in half. Even as vice-housewarden, his power still could not match up to Riddle's.

The haziness of darkness clouded your eyesight. You became numb, and suddenly, there was nothing.

■•■•■

"Riddle!" Ace shouted. His hands dug into his hair in complete distress. "[ Name ] is... [ Name ] is...!"

"They're dead!" Deuce's voice was full of anguish.

Trey tossed his broken glasses at Riddle, trying to get his attention. "[ Name ]'s dead! Did you hear that! They're dead!"

Riddle rapidly turned to [ Name ]'s body. His clenched hands slowly loosened. The fire dissipated as he noticed the limp body a few feet away from him. The slow drag of his dress left a large trail of red magic behind like a path of blood as he moved towards you.

His overblot slowly changed—his skin returning to normal, his dress turning back into his dorm uniform... He kneeled down to you, his head rested against your chest as you laid still. No breath. No heartbeat.

Riddle's eyes squeezed shut. His hands clutched so tightly onto your uniform that his knuckles turned into a bony white. "I'm so sorry," he repeated with a shaky breath, "I'm so sorry, [ Name ]."

Your jacket had become soaked in Riddle's tears. Riddle couldn't contain his pain any longer as he strove to steady his heavy gasps. "I love you," Riddle muttered. He gently placed your hand onto his head while he continued to sob into your chest. He knew that whatever he did, you weren't going to respond in any sort of way, so he refused to let go of your warm, enervated hand with his cold, shaky ones.

He didn't want to forget the touch of your fingers running through his hair when you were alone together. He could recall your sweet smile and laugh when he blushed everytime you did so. He just wanted to clasp them between his and hold it tightly, never letting go.

Riddle promised himself... he didn't want to be the same anymore. He would rather become numb than to be tempted by rage ever again. One more event added to his trauma, and this entire situation was all his fault because he couldn't control his emotions.

To become a housewarden, to become a leader, to guide a country—it meant to carry the burden of tragedy and failure—but Riddle wondered outloud, "W-when will... all this... s-suffering end?" Riddle greived as his words strangled his throat like a tight rope.

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{ * L E O N A * }

All communications were lost as soon as Leona created the dust storm. You became seperated from the rest of the group, having been forced to run into a different direction because of flying objects being tossed in the storm as he aimed at you.

Leona stalked you while you ran. The sedated darts were futile when you used it against him and it only seemed to piss him off. Leona's movements were swift but he couldn't dodge your attacks. You tried to disarm him by shooting numbifying potions into his limbs. With every four steps he made, you took one back. The bag of liquids you carried was too heavy for you, even if it was being slowly used up. You needed to get him down somehow, without causing serious bodily harm.

But... you were getting physically exhausted. The dry dirt pulled your body down, the hot heat scorched against your skin, and the dusty sand was getting into your eyes.

You started to wonder if it would be a good idea to circle back and find the rest of the students. How long would it take? It felt like Leona was everywhere whenever you turned and zigzagged through the area. You shut your eyes. Your last resort was probably not the best solution, but one nonetheless, was to just start calling out for your friends.

"Ace! Deuce! Grim!" You started to panic when Leona's eyes narrowed at you. Your grip on the potion tightened and you slowed down. "Jack! Ruggie! Somebody!"

CRACK

You looked down. Blood covered your hands. Glass fell to the floor as you dropped the rest of the bottle. It shattered, and shards scattered across like stars swimming. You felt zero pain. The numbifying potion had instantly taken effect. To think that this would turn against you...

Leona prowled closer and locked eyes with you. He taunted you: shined his claws and bared his sharp fangs. He immediately pinned you on the floor and roughly pressed his forehead against yours. His green orbs were full of madness... distraught... and agony.

At first, you couldn't feel it.

There was no pain.

It only occured to you now that the potion was meant for you—...not Leona. It felt like had become the fragile, glass bottle. You couldn't breath. The grasp on your throat had tightened. It was barely an audible whisper, but you mouthed the words: I love you, Leona.

■•■•■

Leona felt satisfied.

The strained clench of his fury was finally released upon something. He was grateful to have a giant stress ball beneath him. It was large—much bigger than the ones he was used to.

That is... Until he saw you underneath him. He looked around to see if anyone else was there to witness the crime. There was nobody. Leona felt absolutely pathetic—him, a giant, humanoid cat had given in to his animalistic instincts. And... on you.

"[ Name ]..." He muttered. His heart became heavy and felt disgusted with himself. "How could I have been so damn stupid...?"

He placed his face against the crook of your neck and shut his eyes. Leona breathed slowly, he tried to reduce his anger but it didn't really help. He wanted to set fire and hell upon the infertile soil because of his careless actions. He felt something boiling inside. He wanted to shred and destroy—cause havoc and chaos.

But the person he deeply cherished lying in front of him told him otherwise. Unspoken words were always said between the two, and Leona knew that they would say, "Sometimes, destroying things won't solve anything."

He gently caressed your cheek. He knew you couldn't feel it. Though, he hoped that in the afterlife (if there ever was one) that you could forgive him and feel his love once more.

This was the heavy price of magic—to overblot meant to lose your mind, also control of yourself—and Leona believed he had nothing to lose until now. You, the most special person to him, was gone. Lost.

He picked you up and carried you in his arms. He would stay in this grotesque form forever, hiding away from the rest of the students with his deceased lover. He didn't care if he never turned into his normal self, or if he even died from all the negative energy within. All he wanted was to be with you—for eternity.

If this was loss, then he too, would become one with it.

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{ * J A M I L * }

You wondered... Would Jamil come save you, even in overblot form, if you came crashing down into the earth while you rode on the magic carpet? 

From down below, you saw students forming into groups to counterattack Jamil, some getting struck down by him, and others running away to receive medical aid. The sight wasn’t in the least pleasant. In fact, it would have been vomit-worthy if you weren’t so focused on not falling from such great heights. 

The dagger in your hand was starting to get sticky from your clammy hands. You didn’t want to do this... But what other options did you have? It wasn’t like you had magic abilities or an aim like Rook. To do this meant to have courage, and that is definitely what you believed you had. It was a constant lie you told yourself.

You tilted the carpet downwards as you watched Jamil stagger from one of the student's attacks. He seemed to be slightly confused. Who hit him? You see Grim in the distance, his flames darting across the sky. It was a distraction for you.

Your hand raised towards Jamil, the dagger aiming straight to his arm. You weren't going to kill him, you were simply trying to weaken him... But what if you missed? The closer you got to him, the more the guilt rose from the pits of your stomach.

It boiled and burned.

Wait.

No.

....No....

There was something impaled into your stomach. A blazing sensation coursed through your body and your once-shaky hands were gripping onto Jamil's shoulders. He stared into your eyes. He looked detatched. Almost remorseless.

You shut your eyes, released a heavy sigh, and rested your forehead against his. You could hear the gasps of the other students and shouting of unfathomable words.

You don't know how Jamil did it. How he seized your weapon and peirced it into you.

There was a sinister smile that you had never seen. He was another person. That twisted gaze held contempt and cruelty.

"Worthlessss," Jamil spat onto your face. "Just like Kalim."

"H-huh...?" you moved slowly and dug your nails into Jamil's skin as deep as you could. "W-we'll... see a-about that."

Something slammed hard onto Jamil's head, and your ears echoed to your own slow, rhythmic beating heart.

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When Jamil woke up, his head was hammering from intense pain. He felt someone watching him, and as soon as he looked up, hundereds of eyes looked down at him. He heard Kalim's voice: "...Sorry about that, I didn't really have a choice."

Jamil turned to Kalim. He was squatting next to him with a handful of bandage wraps and an icepack. Jamil was trying to remember what led up to this event.. What did Kalim mean by "he didn't really have a choice"?

Jamil could barely muster a word. He felt exhausted from whatever he previously had done. "What... do you... mean?"

Kalim could only give him the biggest, forced smile. "Let's just get you to the infirmary first." Kalim pulled Jamil and wrapped his arm over his shoulder.

"I shall assist you," Jade said as he quickly grabbed ahold onto Jamil's other arm.

"Hmph," Azul was heard from behind. "Such benevolence must be repaid, no?"

"If it's money... you want..." Jamil huffed and winced, "...So be—..."

Kalim and Azul instantly made eye contact with each other. Jamil's weight became... lighter. He didn't need to say anything for anybody to realize what was wrong. He saw the limp body. The blood-soaked, magic carpet. The knife still intact in their stomach. For a while, Kalim didn't know what to say, until Azul spoke up.

"She... commited suicide," Azul hesitantly lied. He wasn't sure how long this fabrication would hold up. The rumors would start to spread eventually, but Jamil couldn't know the truth now. His memory loss of the event might prove to be a good thing but... was this benevolence? And the price... it would be paid when the truth was out. As for now, Jamil was at his most unstable point. Him knowing the truth would only detorate his mental health—kill him, even. His overblot state had already damaged him enough.

Jamil was wide-eyed at your lifeless form. There was no motion. Even Kalim's magic carpet beneath you hadn’t moved. It was like it was frozen, and so was the whole world. Time stopped and he could only hear the tremors of his own heartbeat pounding loudly in his ears. 

[incompetentmedic]

There is nothing makes my blood boil more than the phoenix hawk IIC. In my time I’ve seen catapults, jagermechs, ravens, and hundereds of Frankenstein’d timber wolves, and NOTHING is half as fucking dezgra as the phoenix hawk IIC.

I mean the phoenix hawk is one of the ol’ SLDF’s greatest mechs. The sweetheart of adrenaline junkies across the galaxy, and pretty enough to win a beauty contest against The First Lord’s daughter. But this fuckass hunk of metal???

It has:

No cool ass arm gun

A top speed 11.2 km slower than the original

Not a single fuckin lazer in sight

A loadout that burns through the most expensive unit on the market faster than most trinaries do in a week of sustained combat

And we already have the fuckin horned owl!!! Which is functionally just a clan-tech upgrade of the phoenix hawk!!

Listen. I grew up in the diamond sharks, and I still consider it my home. But if they try to sell us the phoenix hawk IIC one more time I’m going to go ballistic

[nezujoestar]

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 ▞▞▞▞▞ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 ִֶָ 𖥻 ٫ ໋𝘋𝘓

ⵌ 𝗟𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶 // !!!

⌕ ⿻ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 :: ꒷꒦˓ ༿ ⸒˖

⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺⎺

※∴※∴※ :❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️: ※∴※∴※

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.ﾟヽﾉﾟ.: ﾉﾟ𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑨 𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑬𝒁𝑨𝑹｡:.ﾟヽ｡ﾉﾟ.:｡

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◤¿𝑷𝒐𝒓𝒒𝒖𝒆́ 𝒉𝒂𝒈𝒐 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐?◥

Soy fan de Diabolik Lovers, no lo voy a negar, pero yo me considero una fanática normal y no soy de las que normalice los abusos o que tenga ganas de vivir lo que pasa en el anime o en los juegos. Elegí hablar de Laito por su personalidad y forma de comportarse con Yui. No porque sea mi husbando o algo por el estilo, estoy interesada en ser psicóloga y con los pocos conocimientos qué tengo de dicha área, nunca me hizo ver a Laito como mi crush o que me diera gracia su personalidad pervertida. Por lo que voy a hablar un poco a detalle de sus traumas y/o problemas psicológicos

◤𝑪𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒒𝒖𝒊́◥

💌ε′⌒—Los personajes son propiedad de Rejet.

💌ε′⌒—Portada y separadores hechos por mí, pero los recursos utilizados NO son de mi propiedad crédito a sus respectivos autores.

💌ε′⌒—No hate o malos comentarios, hacia mi o algún otro usuario. O abstenerse a las consecuencias.

💌ε′⌒—Las traducciones NO son propiedad de mi propiedad, crédito a sus respectivos traductores.

💌ε′⌒—Altos Spoilers de los tres primeros juegos Hunder Dark Bridal, MORE BLOOD, Dark Fake.

💌ε′⌒—No publico esto con el fin de justificar los abusos y comportamiento de Laito, solo vengo a explicar el porque es así.

💌ε′⌒—Te invito a compartir tu opinión, siempre y cuando sean respetosos.

𝘌𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯̃𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦.

◤𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢◥

Laito Sakamaki (逆巻 ライト, Sakamaki Laito) es el tercer hijo de la familia Sakamaki. Laito, junto con Ayato y Kanato; los trillizos, son los hijos de Cordelia, la primera esposa de Karlheinz.

◤𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐃◥

Laito actúa como una persona extremadamente pervertida, masoquista y sádica, pero en realidad es muy sensible. Tiene una actitud totalmente pervertida, lo que le causa problemas en la escuela y es suspendido algunas veces. Laito es muy bromista, siempre está alegre y le encanta jugar. Tiene como pasatiempo molestar a Yui, pero si ella se muestra muy desafiante, su personalidad puede cambiar a una más agresiva y termina “castigándola”, casi siempre de manera pervertida.

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◤ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕒◥

Laito es uno de los hijos de Cordelia (la primera esposa de Karlheinz), a pesar de ser un vampiro, él era como un niño humano. Era inocente y tierno, era un ser que no sabía nada. Dicha mujer que no le prestaba la atención y cariño que una madre debe prestarle a su hijo, lo desatendía al igual que Kanato. Además ella tenía varios amantes, y sus hijos estaban al tanto de todo, lo más triste es que Cordelia no se abstenía de mantener relaciones sexuales EN FRENTE DE SUS DOS HIJOS (lo digo ya que la fémina excluyó a Ayato de esos actos, porque a él lo presionaba con tareas para ser el próximo "heredero"), quizás en cierta etapa de su infancia o tal vez cuando el Sakamaki entraba a su adolescencia, Cordelia comenzó a experimentar e incluir a su hijo en sus actos sexuales. Como dije al ser un niño, Laito pensaba que esa era una forma normal del “amor” y el se aferro a eso, al pasar el tiempo, él llego a su edad adulta y metido en esa enfermiza relación dejó de ver a Cordelia como su madre y la veía más bien como su amante.

Y así siguió, hasta ese día.

◤𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐒 ����𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐒◥

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A causa de su pasado. Laito se convirtió en un ser totalmente despreciable.

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❛Puedes enojarte, puedes luchar. También puedes ponerme apodos, incluso odiarme. Pero no importa cuanto lo intentes no eres rival para mi, no para un inhumano, serás forzada a entregarte. Y estarás a mi merced❜

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─͙ׅ͙➽ 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒂 𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒂.

Al comportamiento sexual compulsivo se le conoce también como trastorno de hipersexualidad o adicción sexual. El Consiste en una concentración profunda en fantasías, impulsos o conductas sexuales que son incontrolables. Esto causa aflicción y problemas en la salud, el trabajo, las relaciones interpersonales u otros aspectos de la vida.

El comportamiento sexual compulsivo puede abarcar distintos tipos de experiencias sexuales que suelen ser agradables. Algunos ejemplos son la masturbación, la excitación sexual mediante comunicaciones por computadora, varias parejas sexuales, el consumo de pornografía o pagar por tener relaciones sexuales.

Ahora bien, creo que estas descripciones van muy bien con lo que es Laito Sakamaki. Por lo que he llegado a investigar, estas actitudes llegan a ser provocadas por diversos factores los cuales van desde el abuso infantil (cosa que Laito experimento) a desequilibrios mentales provocados por sustancias nocivas. Ahora bien, centrémonos en la primer causa mencionada, el muchacho claramente sufrió violación desde muy temprana edad por parte de su madre, puede ser que él en un principio sintió miedo por que Cordelia le estaba haciendo “aquello” sintió miedo, pero como ella le dijo que esa era su forma de expresar su amor, Laito comenzó a creer que el amor era placer, y el placer era amor.

(algo muy turbio a mi perspectiva)

─͙ׅ͙➽𝑺𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒎𝒐

El sadismo (término derivado de Sade, escritor y filósofo francés del siglo xviii) alude, en general, a la obtención en una persona de placer derivado del dolor de otro ser vivo.

Los actos sádicos pueden involucrar actividades que indican el dominio sobre la víctima: obligar a arrastrarse, encerrarla en una jaula, inmovilizarla físicamente con cadenas, sogas o esposas, tenerla atada con los ojos vendados, darle una paliza (pegarle, golpearla, azotarla de distintas maneras), pincharla, morderla, quemarla con cigarrillos, aplicarle descargas eléctricas con una picana, violarla, cortarla, intentar estrangularla para dejarla sin respiración sin llegar a matarla, torturarla de muchas maneras, mutilarla. Algunos sádicos llegan a matar a la víctima y otros se limitan a humillarla.

La verdad, no se mucho al respecto sobre este tipo de prácticas (refiriéndome psicológicamente), así que yo daré mi opinión, con respecto al personaje. Yo al principio pensaba que era sádico por ser un vampiro, entonces me llegó una idea, Laito al igual que todos sus hermanos era un niño inocente, pero a causa de sus traumas quizás desarrolló un gusto por infligir dolor a las personas, para que sufran lo que el vivió, tal vez esa es su forma de “desquitarse”. Estas conductas son muy notorias en su ruta porque degrada y corrompe a Yui de formas muy crueles.

─͙ׅ͙➽𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒎𝒐

Una persona masoquista busca el dolor o la sumisión propia para conseguir el placer sexual. Los actos masoquistas pueden consistir en la restricción física, golpes, pinchazos, descargas eléctricas, humillaciones (por ejemplo ser orinado o defecado encima; ser sometido a insultos; obligado a arrastrase como un animal, etc.).

Otro aspecto qué el tiene, aunque no es tan exagerado como el caso de Azusa bb (perdón es mi Mukami favorito). Es el de cierta forma es masoquista por el siente placer al sentir dolor, no refiriéndonos a lo físico si no a lo sentimental (irónico por que según él no necesita de los sentimientos en su vida)

─͙ׅ͙➽𝑽𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒎𝒐

El voyeurismo consiste en alcanzar la excitación sexual observando a las personas que están desnudas, sin ropa o que participan en una actividad sexual. El trastorno de voyeurismo implica actuar sobre los impulsos y fantasías voyeuristas sin el consentimiento de la otra persona o experimentar malestar significativo o deterioro funcional debido a tales deseos e impulsos.

Esta madre esta potente. El voyerismo también se descubre como la forma de sentir placer viendo a personas en determinadas situaciones.

En el caso de Laito, este posible trastorno fue provocado cuando, fue encerrado por su padre en el calabozo de la mansión en forma de castigo por mantener “una relación” con Cordelia. En uno de esos días encerrado llega la mujer a visitarlo, el Sakamaki alegre piensa que ella ha venido a sacerlo…. ¡¡Pero no!!... La vieja esta fue solo para tener sexo con Richter enfrente a Laito. Al ver como la “mujer que amaba” estaba con otro hombre, se forzó a creer que le exitaba ver a las personas teniendo el coito. Además desarrollo un gusto por ser engañado después de ese día, solo para no ser herido.

─͙ׅ͙➽𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐

El incesto —del latín incestus, es decir, ‘incasto, no casto’— es la práctica de relaciones sexuales entre individuos muy próximos por consanguinidad —parentesco biológico o consanguíneo—. Se califican como incestuosas, en todas las culturas, a las relaciones sexuales entre familiares.

Él apartado lo dice todo.

En nuestra realidad, el incesto es considerado un tabú y un crimen, a pesar de que muchos relatos de la antigüedad practicaban esos actos, estas prácticas pueden desencadenar problemas, en el caso de Laito desórdenes mentales.

(Esto no tiene nada que ver pero yo odiaba a Cordelia, la sigo odiando pero ella fue víctima de las manipulaciones de Karlheinz, es más el papamaki estaba al tanto de todo lo que ocurría en la mansión, tengo entendido que hasta le dijo a Cordelia qué ese “amor” era el correcto)

─͙ׅ͙➽𝑨𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒐 𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍

El abuso sexual es una violencia de carácter sexual, con o sin contacto físico, cometido por uno o varios individuos mediante violencia, coerción, amenaza o sorpresa, es decir sin el consentimiento de la persona víctima. La coerción contemplada por la ley puede ser física o moral. Las violencias sexuales no tienen nada que ver con un deseo sexual ni con pulmones sexuales, son en realidad armas muy eficaces para destruir y degradar al otro, someterlo y reducirlo al estado de objeto y de esclavo. Se trata antes que nada de dominar y de ejercer todo su poder. Es importante señalar que no es inusual que la víctima de abuso sexual no presente heridas físicas o signos del ataque. Pero el abuso sexual aún así es un crimen y puede ser reportado a la policía de igual forma que otros crímenes.

Esto es bastante obvio, el abuso qué sufrió sumado al incesto y los traumas qué se le fueron infligidos, crearon problemas mentales. En varios casos y estudios se a comprobado que este tipo de actos pueden provocar la hipersexualidad.

─͙ׅ͙➽𝑫𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆

La “depresión sonriente”, se habla de la depresión oculta, un padecimiento en el que la persona disimula sus sentimientos hasta el punto que pareciera no tener síntomas de depresión, al enfatizar que este tipo de condición emocional es peligrosa, pues, a simple vista, no es observable.

Por lo que he notado Laito padece este tipo de depresión.

El aparenta estar bien, cuerdo, con esa sonrisa de diversión casi todo el tiempo, aunque muy en el fondo esta destrozado, es infeliz, aunque tenga “placer”, el mismo comenta que no se siente del todo satisfecho. Esa sonrisa que muestra no es más que una máscara para ocultar ese sufrimiento qué se niega a aceptar.

◤𝑺𝑼𝑺 𝑨𝑩𝑼𝑺𝑶𝑺 𝑯𝑨𝑪𝑰𝑨 𝒀𝑼𝑰◥

No diré mucho….

Laito llega a ser muy malo en su respectiva ruta. Llegando a agredir de distintas maneras a Yui, juega con ella de formas aterradoras como en el Dark 1 de HDB, donde engaña a Yui para meterle el palo de pool, llevarla incontables veces al cuarto de tortura, burlarse de ella por su fe en Dios, abusar de ella en la iglesia, comparándola a cada pinché raro con Cordelia, obligarla a….. (ya no puedo seguir esto es muy cruel) lo peor de todo es que en la mayoría de veces no siente remordimiento. E incluso sus abusos fueron tantos que orilló a Komori al suicidio, aunque claro al final no se mató por que el wey la manipuló

Solo tengo que decir, pobre Yui. Mi Yui.

◤𝑺𝑼 𝑬𝑽𝑶𝑳𝑼𝑪𝑰𝑶𝑵◥

No existe tal cosa en Laito 👍

Ya es broma, como tal no hay un avance instantáneo en su personaje, por lo que he llegado a notar, el tipo se mantiene igual por toda la ruta y mágicamente en los finales buenos se vuelve un ser lindo que dice amar a Yui. En el primer juego no hay un cambio en él, como empieza termina :/, en el segundo diría que comienza a “enamorarse” genuinamente de Yui, aun así no deja de ser pervertido pero por lo menos YA INTENTA COMPRENDER QUE ES EL AMOR, también tengo que decir que en el mismo juego, Laito comienza a ser “monopolizador” con Yui, en decir, desea que ella sea suya y de nadie más, no quiere compartirla, lo cual NO ESTÁ PARA NADA Bien (de hecho se muestra de una forma turbia en el Maservant Ending de MB), pero a comparación de Haunted Dark Bridal, donde a Laito no le importa “compartir” a Yui con sus hermanos, incluso cuando ella no quiere 🙂🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼.

Yo opino que la mayor muestra de “evolución” en Laito fue en el final sadista de DF, ya que en ese final Yui y él quedaron atrapados en un incendio, el cual provocó qué la chica quedará con quemaduras graves deformando su apariencia; Laito sintiéndose culpable la cuido por el resto de la vida de Yui y sorprendentemente dejó de beber su sangre o la de otras mujeres, al final Yui muere y al vampiro le cuesta aceptar el descenso de la chica y sufre el hecho de que Komori no este a su lado. Pero otra cosa que destacó de Laito es que en Dark Fate él toma una iniciativa muy linda para mejorar su relación con Yui y dejar atrás el asunto que el tenía con Cordelia, no fue rápido pero ver el desarrollo de la historia en dicho juego fue sublime.

Además en el CD Drama “Vampire Juice ☆ Year-End gift” se vuelve alguien muy pudoroso y educado. Agregando el hecho de que, si comparamos a Laito de LE con el de HDB nos podemos dar cuenta que para nada es el mismo.

◤𝑶𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳◥

Pará pensamientos finales, quiero decir: Laito es más que un pervertido, esta mal psicológicamente y si comprendo porque es así, pero tengo que decirlo, nunca me ha gustado justificar las acciones que ese vato ejerce en contra de Yui. Su concepto como personaje esta interesante y fue entretenido intentar descifrarlo, también lo admito su diseño esta muy bien hecho y todos mis respetos a su seiyuu (Daisuke Hirakawa) por hacer semejantes sonidos 😳. Pero fuera de ahí, tengo una horrible relación amor-odio con él, por que detesto a las personas con ese tipo de actitudes y cada vez que hace una mamada, literal comienzo a insultarlo xd. Su pasado si esta bien triste y turbio pero como vuelvo a decir eso no le da el derecho de "jugar" con Yui, pero viendo el lado positivo es un personaje MUY interesante y aunque al principio no es la mejor pareja hace un cambio bonito y hasta llega a hacer cariñoso y atento :3 (aunque aun no lo perdono por completo >:v maldito vampiro guapo de mierda hijo de su cuestionable madre)

Las actitudes qué desempeña a lo largo del primeros juegos es lo mismo manipulaciones, abusos sexuales y físicos en contra de Yui, para mi no es agradable ese hecho si nos ponemos a pensar que eso pasa en la vida real.

Aun así Laito está en el top de mis personajes favoritos

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En conclusión, en la vida real hay muchas personas que padecen lo mismo que Laito, cometiendo abusos, violación es, que en algunos casos terminan en la cárcel o en rehabilitación. Gente como este vampiro no pueden cambiar así de la nada, requieren ayuda profesional y créanme es MUY PERO MUY DIFÍCIL hacerlos cambiar, más no es imposible.

Y recuerden si un día alguien intenta hacerles algo como Laito a mi diosa Yui, aléjese rápidamente de ellos 🏃 y llamen a la policía o coméntenselo a alguien de confianza📞👮. Es enserio.

Espero de todo corazón que les haya gustado. Es la primera vez que me pongo a hacer un análisis de hacia un personaje y la verdad se me hizo muy divertido y difícil hacerlo. Pido una disculpa si me equivoque en algunas partes, si llegué a decir o redactar algo mal avíseme.

Si le gustó dejen su comentario.

Próximamente, análisis de Azusa y Kou.

Hasta pronto 👋

Este análisis lo publique originalmente en mi perfil de Wattpad "nezukohatsune" pero debido a ciertos problemas lo estoy resubiendo aquí.

[hayatoseyepatch]

Happy Halloween Sam lovely! I'm in the midst of answering your ask but I'm throwing selfship questions your way too!!

What roles would you and your f/os have in a horror movie? Damsel in distress, last one standing, dies offscreen, is actually the murderer, etc?

Also are you the vampire in the relationship or are they? (or are you both hot vampires :0) How does it work feeding-wise? little nibbles or full on frenzy?

RAHHH HI MARI MY LOVE!!

OO THESE ARE SO FUN AND IM GLAD I STILL HAVE A FEW MINS LEFT OF HALLOWEEN TO ANSWER THEM!!

So Suo is definitely the last one standing if he isnt the damn killer himself lets be so honest here. He is the one to come up with the plan to outsmart the killer and actually gets away with it. Now Satoru? If we're talking no cursed technique or anything is the first to die. I'm so sorry he's the dumbass that goes toward the noise or is final girl's horny boyfriend. I love him but rip. If Suo is the last one standing Hoshina one hundered percent is the killer's accomplice. He's the one in the group who everyone thinks is their friend and turns out to have been with the killer all along.

Vampires you say? OOOO I LOVE. Hoshina with those sharp teeth?? Definitely the vampire and he can absolutely bite me whenever and where ever he wants. Bachira is absolutely the human to my vampire, but he is 100 percent convincing me to turn him so we can spend together forever and I have not a single complaint. Bachira I feel also loves being bit, he loves walking around with physical proof of our relationship. And me and Suo are def a vampire couple. We drink our blood out of wine glasses while we watch 90 day fiance.

These were so much fun!! Thank you Mari and I hope you had a great Halloween!!

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

Augusnippets Day 24

Path of Whumperless Whump Prompt; "Animal Attack"

Day 24 of @augusnippets August 2024 Whump writing challenge! (Augusnippets Masterlist)

Characters;

- POV: Lancelot - The Weeping Monk

- Unnamed Fey of various Clans

(Character Masterlist)

(Ao3 Link)

Wordcount; 499

TWs; referenced animal attack/s, hunter turned prey

Lancelot narrowed his eyes, examining the tracks before them. Large and wolf-like, they belonged to some massive creature that had been killing lone Fey hunters and stealing livestock.

They were to bring back it's head, the hunting party had been told. There were three Fey hunters and two other warriors all of varying clans, and as the best tracker the Fey had, Lancelot had been tasked to accompany them. None made any effort to talk to him, muttering in Old Fey between themselves; they'd outright insulted him three times in the last hour alone but he'd not deigned to inform them he both understood- and spoke- the language.

Silently he had lead them thus far, yet something was niggling in the back of his mind. Something... off.

The trail had been relatively easy to follow, a good ten miles into the encroaching woodland, but within the last mile or so the prints had become become... cryptic in their movements.

The patten was now strange and weaving, drawing them deeper and deeper into the forest. The pawprints darted nearly methodically to the left, ducked into the undergrowth, then veered right and did the same on the other side, repeating over and over.

At a guess they weren't too far behind it now, perhaps half a mile, given that Lancelot could not hear nor smell the telltale signs they were close. Not yet.

Lancelot crouched down, fingertips brushing into the impression of the pawpad that had caught his eye, drawing his hand back. Blood. This pawpad had a speckle of blood- as if the beast had trodden on a thorn...

He splayed his hand next to the mark, which spread several hand lengths, glancing back at the previous tracks that wove into the bushes this one had come from...

"Shit..." He whispered, doubling back, and sure enough, he confirmed his hunch.

The tracks wove between the undergrowth with such subtle differences between them that he hadn't noticed before, but now that he had it was glaringly obvious. Only one in every four or so of these individual paths carried a speck of blood on the front right paw...

Which meant this was not one beast... It was a pack. One smart enough to hide their numbers...

And these creatures had lead them out here on purpose.

"Draw your swords! We've been ambushed!" Lancelot barked, standing quickly.

At the same moment as steel scraped against scabbard did a low, rumbling growl sound from the undergrowth.

A pair of slitted amber eyes locked onto Lancelot's, it's long, curved teeth bared in a vast maw. It stepped forth into the dappled light above, a paw several times bigger than his face pressing into the dirt, laced with blood.

Flanking their left and right came the rustling of others, more yellow eyes fixed upon the group, snarling, hungry, ready to devour.

Lancelot faced the first, raising his chin in defiance towards the beast.

With a flash of black and brown fur it lept upon him...

I had fun with this one but oh BOY editing it down was difficult. I cut out an entire 400 word section describing all the undergrowth and the trees, and another several hundered words of the group finding an animal carcass... stupidly, I thought I had copied it into my forgot "Fridge Your Darlings" file, but alas I had not. Definitely think I'll rewrite this without that soft word limit for the main fic, and continue it!

Thanks for reading as always, onto the next!

[megmischief]

Sebastian x Aya (@potatoaiisle )(AFAB Reader) - Up on Fire

E RATED - Major content warning for Vampire Seb and Explicit Sexual Content!!!

Notes: Prewarning, this is the longest one-parter I've written 😅 For this reason, I will not be proofreading 💀

"Aya. Look, I can explain!" Sebastian spoke softly, trying to calm her down, but to no avail. Blood drips down his chin from his soft, pink lips, leaving crimson stains over his white t-shirt.

Aya cowered in fear as Sebastian's fangs peeked through his mouth with each word he spoke. "What are you...Sebastian? Do I even know the real you? Were you lying to me...all this time?"

Her shaking body was apparent, breaking Sebastian's heart one tiny piece at a time. "Aya...I'm sorry...I-..." Placing a hand on her should for reassurance, she pulls away rapidly.

"Sebastian. I need to know now. Tell me. No more lies." Tears streamed down her small face like the first monsoon of rainy season.

Sebastian wipes his face clean with his shirt, leaving his toned stomach exposed for a brief moment. "Aya..." Sebastian edges closer.

"Stop." Aya cowers; edging back.

"Aya..." An almost evil glint filled Sebastian's eyes as he edged closer and closer, pushing her against the wall of his house.

"Sebastian...stop... You're making me uncomfortable..." She managed to whimper.

Sebastian smirks as he pushes her against the wall, looking deeply into her eyes. His own eyes were full of hunger. "No more lies?" He licks his lips, smirking. "Okay." Sebastian backs off slightly, opening his mouth to reveal his pointed fangs.

Aya's tears abruptly come to a stop as shock becomes the only emotion present. "Sebastian...a vampire? Those exist...?"

Sebastian nods, weakly smiling. "Yeah...and you're the only one that knows about me. Don't even entertain the thought of telling anyone." He snarls.

Shaking her head and hands rapily, she replies. "No, no! I wouldn't think of it..."

Sebastian nods, sitting down on a large boulder. "I'm not like normal vampires, Aya...I haven't drank human blood in decades. It's actually killing me slowly." He chuckles weakly. "It's weird. An eternal being dying because he's too weak to kill. Not the sort of predator they make us out to be, eh?"

Aya sits next to him, still mainting a distance. "Uh... yeah... What do you plan on doing? Surely there's other ways that you can get human blood? Maybe a blood bank?"

"Too risky." He mumbles.

Aya pauses for thought, her palms sweating profusely. "What about me...?" She whispers.

Sebastian is taken aback and leaps up. "Not in hell froze over. No. Im not hurting you, Aya. I care about you too much... "

"You... care about me?" She whispers under her breath.

Nodding, he crouches down before Aya, taking her hands in his own softly. "Mm. I care about you a lot. I...uh...I love you, Aya. I have for a while. I just never said anything because I thought you would be scared of me."

"Sebastian... I am scared. But... you're still you. Just a little different from what I initially thought..." She slowly raises her head, looking deeply into his eyes. "And... I love you too. So... please..."

Sebastian leans his head on Aya's knee, feeling completely helpless. "There's only one way I'm doing this."

Aya squeezes Sebastian's hands, feeling a little confused.

"I am an eternal being, Aya. If I drink your blood, it will kill you. However... if you truly love me... I can turn you too. But you have to be certain because I will not do this otherwise.

Without hesitation, Aya nods. "I want this. Please, Seb."

A sudden hunder takes over Sebastian as he picks Aya up, throwing her over his shoulder and heads inside. Throwing her onto the bed, he quickly climbs on top of her.

"You're still certain you want this...? That you want me...?" He whispers into her ear softly.

Aya gives him a small nod. "Mm. I'm sure..." Her hands reach into his hair, playing with it gently.

"Okay..." He mumbles, kissing her passionately.

His fangs gently scrape against her lip through the kiss, causing shivers to travel down her spine. Sebastian's hands begin exploring Aya's petite figure, travelling up her shirt.

Aya moans, her breaths deepening with every touch. "Sebby..."

"Yes, my love?" He whispers into her ear, nibbling and biting at it.

Aya gasps, and her breath hitches as he travels down to her neck, lightly scraping her soft skin with his razor-sharp fangs. Sebastian pulls away for a brief moment to remove his bloodstained shirt. Aya's fingers trace his toned, pale torso as he swiftly removes her shirt and bra.

"You're so beautiful, my love." He smiles down at her, his hands roaming across her body once more. Sebastian begins to leave delicate kisses down her torso until he reaches her waist, pulling off her trousers and panties as he reaches her thighs. He begins to leave small bites down the inside of her thighs, causing the volume of her gasps and moans to increase.

"Sebastian, I need you..." Aya whimpers.

Sebastian gives her a knowing nod as he removes the rest of his clothes, towering back over her fragile body. "Okay...I'm going to start now..." He lines himself up at her entrance, slowly pushing himself inside.

Aya whimpers, her back arching with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her hands reach up, wrapping around Sebastian's neck to pull him in closer. "I love you..."

Sebastian warmly smiles down at her, moving his hips at a slow and steady pace. "I love you too, Aya...I'll remember this moment for as long as I live..." Leaning down, his continues to kiss her passionately before trailing small kisses back down to her neck. He lingers there for a while before plunging his teeth in.

Aya's walls tighten around Sebastian, causing him to push his teeth in deeper. Aya's hands pull tightly on his hair as he continues to move his hips, drinking her blood as he does so.

"Se-...bas-..." She manages to croack out, the pain and pleasure mixing themselves into one entity.

After having his fill, Sebastian pulls away, his chin once again dripping. "Aya... you taste divine..." He licks his lips and increases the speed of his thrusts while gently rubbing her clit.

Aya's moans begin to turn into cries of pleasure as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge. Her back begins to arch as she tightens herself around his member.

"That's it, my dear... Let go and allow yourself to experience our forever..." Sebastian smiled, continuing to rub circles into her clit as he thrusts.

As Aya reaches her climax, so too does Sebastian. They continue riding out their high until it comes to a slow end.

Sebastian slowly pulls himself out, laying beside Aya. "Thank you, my love..." He places a delicate kiss on her lips as he moves a lock of her hair behind her ear. "And... welcome to our forever together." Sebastian giggles as he sees Aya's own fangs now fully grown in.

They continue to enjoy each other's company for the rest of the evening. Talking about their future together and whispering sweet nothings. Sebastian finally found someone to call home after a millennia alone.

[thicctails]

First Contact

A lil blurb for my BotBot/TFP crossover WIP AU. I’m thinking maybe Prime Bots? IDK have feral Burgertron content

The scent of blood was heavy in the air as the Autobots rushed to save their newest human friend. 

Mike was older than the three children that already called the base their home, and his permanent eyebags told of his sleepless lifestyle. The gruff, grouchy young man had only ended up on the battlefield because Miko had pulled one of her famous stunts, leading all four humans into a brutal fire fight. The raven had been hit by a piece of exploded rock, the sharp stone impaling itself into his side. Thankfully, Bumblebee had been nearby, and the scout had scooped up all the humans and rushed them back to base. 

The next few minutes were a flurry of panic. Jack phoned his mother while Ratchet lay a now nearly unconscious Mike on his medical berth, his Medic instincts kicking in as he tried to see what damage he could fix. He’d learned about human medicine and biology after the whole incident with Dark Energon and young Rafael. Reaching forward, he went to remove the now blood-soaked hoodie the man always wore.

“HISSSSSSS!”

“WHAT IN THE NAME OF PRIMUS!” 

Ratchet leapt back as something barreled out of the hood of the sweater, a small figure perching defensively on the human’s chest. It looked like the human food Jack occasionally brought to the base, burgers, he thought, but it was alive.

It was Cybertronian.

The miniscule mech puffed out his plating as much as he could, but Ratchet could see the way his legs shook in fear. His tiny little audials were pinned flat against his helm, and he bared his sharp denta at the bewildered medic. A frightened Bumblebee chirped in alarm, questioning what had just leapt out of their friend’s clothes.

“Back off! I’m not letting you hurt my friend again!” the burger-like mech growled, trying his very best to look bigger than he really was.

“Woah! What is that?” Miko squealed, snapping a few pics.

“Is it some kind of scraplet?” worried Raf.

“Name’s Burgertron, fleshy! I’m a BotBot, not a “scraplet”, whatever that is.” he snarked, still bristling. “And Mike is our human, so, Back. Off.”

Forcing himself to shake off the shock of the situation for now, Ratchet moved once again to remove Mike’s hoodie, much to Burgertron’s displeasure. The little bot snarled and latched onto one of Ratchet’s digits, his little denta and claws catching and tearing the small, delicate wires and softer, touch-sensing metal. Ratchet hissed in pain, jerking his hand back. The movement jostled Burgertron, the BotBot landing back on Mike’s chest with a gentle thump. He hunkered down there, pressing himself into the now moist fabric.

“Christ, BT, chill out!” Mike snapped, hissing as he pushed himself up enough to look at his companion. “I’m bleed’n out here, let him help!”

“But-”

“They’re the good guys! Now get!”

Mike swatted the burger bot gently, using just enough force to knock him off his chest towards his non-injured side. Burgertron grumbled unhappily, but settled down as he pressed himself against the young man’s stomach. He bristled as a now very grumpy Ratchet worked, but made no move to attack him once more. The ambulance did what he could to clean the wound before June showed up, letting the nurse work on Mike while he turned his glare onto the duo. 

“When the other’s return, you,” he said, pointing a digit at the human, “have some explaining to do.”

“Sh’ I call in the rest of ‘em?” Mike’s words slurred slightly, and he felt faint from the blood loss.

“How many are there? Five, ten?” Jack asked.

“Uhhhh...”

“Fifteen, twenty?”

“Uhhhhhhhh...”

Burgertron snorted, crossing his arms. 

“Yeah, try over a hundered.”

[desalvar]

 . I'VE DIED EVERY DEATH I COULD .

    and i have survived each one ( MAIN VERSE. )

He is more myth than man. So happens to creatures with lives unreasonably long and caprices insolently frequent - they exist in endurable fractals. At once Nikodemos and Undying, for a time Octavian, for another Matteo, then Wolfslayer, Giver, Eris, Lucien; the Necromancer has been much and many, and will be many more. A self-contained legion of selves and lives lived.

Much like his history, his nature is vague and indistinctly capricious. Once upon a time a human, as human as his accursed kin of feeble, hollow-souled demonfood 'sensitives' could be, he fights the hand dealt tooth and claw long enough to become a thing transcendental and ineffable - neither living, nor dead, nor human, nor quite witch. The void at his core goes from inborn burden to weapon when he wrests control over what he can take unto himself and swiftly takes to taking souls. Magical talent he steals from the naturally gifted, mortal coil he trades in for manufactured immortality, his grimoire he writes in blood atop his very skin and in ink into his soul, and at last emerges from his doomed fate a terrible creature of his own creation - the first Eater.

And the Eater surely goes on to taste all he can of the world. From early antiquity onward one can encounter him in many places as many things. Amongst creature kin the terrors he once sowed still echo in certain places. Quiet about his dealings, his reputation as killer-eater have earned him few allies, even fewer friends and some of his more abhorrent titles. Where the esoteric and magical can be studied, he studies it, where it can't, he hunts it down. All for want of crafting his own perverse version of it. Magic is one thing, necromancy another, but a thief is a thief no matter the scale. Amongst humans where lies are far easier, he wears kinder masks. Covers himself in glory in battle and jewels in castles, becomes pauper, rebel, noble, knight, king, kingslayer. Becomes priest, saint, martyr, god. He crafts and sells the sweetest lies and seals the cruelest fates. Most of all, he eats. Gorges himself on meat damned and divine alike, morsels from any rare and rotten and terrible thing if he finds he can chew it (he finds he can), feeds himself in fists of human herds or handfuls of great big beasts. Swallows power too, and knowledge, adoration, love, all things a man may hunder for, he devours in excess. Most of all, he eats.

CHARACTERIZATION NOTES.

he can be played as far back as early antiquity where Nikodemus began his journey, all the way up to modern times

there is a time before he was Nikodemus - that history is available only upon extensive plotting

most names he's taken are self-contained lives he's lived. and while he doesn't always abandon those names and has allowed historical records of them to survive, connection rarely exists between them and one would find themselves hard pressed to find one. at best, the notion would count as a conspiracy theory. as a rule of thumb, only the preternatural and immortal tend to be aware of more than one of his reputations. otherwise, muses should know him only as what he introduces himself to be

despite the ironic title the undying, nik can in fact die, does it often, very well and rather casually. after each death he resurrects to full health, regrows all physical structures and then 'wakes up' back to square one - a reset of sorts. on the flip side, he feels the pain normally and experiences death like a human would. he just doesn't entertain it long (unless something interrupts his renimation).

he's something of an undead creature in technicality. he breathes, eats, has a pulse et al, but his soul and metaphysics are unnatural, his blood is rotten and his flesh performs odd processes. to blood-drinking creatures his palette would be disgusting or, in some cases, deadly.

he can sense souls. nothing whimsical like colors or anything, but he can metaphysically feel their energy and, after millenia of contact with various creatures, has learned to tell some apart. humans, spirits, undead, shifters, demonic and celestial he can pin down fast, while the outliers of the preternatural world are trickier. still, more often than not he can tell what caliber of power he's facing.

he can also eat souls. says it on the tin and everything. most times he can't do it freely and necessitates physical touch to put his binding mark down, through which he syphons out lifeforce. this ability won't be forced on any muse unless specifically requested and thoroughly plotted out, and may only appear connected to miscellany NPCs.

around the time of the early medieval period henceforth, Antonín Cainhurst may be mentioned in threads.

out of touch accents in everything he speaks.

notable liar.

HEADCANONS.

where i'll link all metas n studies i do of this bassard in his main verse ♡

On immortality

[lazerswordweilder]

One day, mid way through a meeting, the zeta tube announces the arrival of Batman. Everyone turns to give him a piece of theirs minds for showing up hours late, except he’s barely standing, half his mask ripped off reveals a blue eye that isn’t focused on anything, matted black hair full of blood, he has stubble on his chin and he’s missing a tooth. His hand cluches his stomach as a knife pokes through his fingers he still tries to contain the blood, every breath he takes looks painful and there’s an indent in his ribs that wasn’t supposed to be there, there’s rips all over his suit revealing battered armour underneath, his cloak has long since been torn off and one of his entire boots is missing (along with a sizeable chunk of flesh), and J’onn cringes over at the pain and hunder and thirst and pain coming from his mind, iced over by vauge shock.

(Sorry about any typos, might write a fic on this I dunno)