#erythros

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Whumptober 2024 No. 23- Forced Choice | Public Display | "I'm Doing This for You"

This is my first whumptober post with OCs! You'll recognize Lucien from my yandere snippets. This is a bit of his backstory~

You can find Lucien's page here

Lucien fought the urge to stiffen as his collar was adjusted about his neck. Erythros had insisted on bringing him the party, and when the ancient vampire insisted on something, no one dared refuse him.

“You seem tense, Lucien,” Erythros said with a gentleness that served more as a warning than for comfort.

“I am nervous, Master,” Lucien replied slowly.

Erythros picked up a comb and began tending to Lucien’s long, jet-black hair. It took all of his will not to shudder.

“I’m doing this for you, you know,” Erythros said, “you keep to yourself far too much. It’s high time you got out more.”

More like it’s time for you to show me off again for your own ego, Lucien thought.

Erythros tied Lucien’s hair back, running long, bony fingers through it.

“Hm,” he mused, “would you prefer a red vest or a gold one? Either will match your eyes.”

That was true, Lucien’s left eye was an unnatural gold, the other a deep carmine. He missed the days when both of his eyes were blue, and his ears were rounded, and his teeth normal, and-

“Well?”

“Um, red will be fine, thank you, Master.”

“And your brooch?”

Lucien looked down at the vanity. It did not have a mirror since such things served no purpose here. On the vanity were a variety of brooches.

“Whichever you think is best,” Lucien said.

Erythros hummed, holding up different ones to his thrall’s neck. He settled for a simple ruby encrusted, gold brooch. He fixed it to Lucien’s shirt collar.

“There now,” he said, “you look appropriately presentable.”

“Thank you.”

“There will be humans there for refreshment. I expect you to feed at least once.”

“Yes, Master.”

Erythros seemed satisfied for the moment.

“I’ll let you know when the carriage gets here,” he said.

Erythros left the room, his long, white hair swishing behind him, and his great red wings brushing on the ground. The door closed, and Lucien breathed a sigh of relief.

I love how of all the choices he gives me, there’s never a choice to refuse, He thought bitterly.

Lucien would never express his frustration out loud. He had learned long ago that vampires had incredibly enhanced hearing, and he had learned it the hard way. He couldn’t wait until he could go back to his mansion across the lake, where no one could order him about but so much, and where he felt relatively safe… as much as he could anyway.

“Lucien!” Erythros called, “time to go!”

Lucien straightened up, his black bat wings fluttering nervously. Another night paraded around like some kind of pet or trinket.

“Lucien!”

Lucien descended the staircase and met Erythros at the castle entrance.

“Not in your head again, were you?” Erythros asked.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“Hopefully tonight you’ll be present,” he continued, “there’s no need for that much idle thought.”

“Yes, Master. I am sorry.”

Erythros sighed.

“One day you’ll learn.”

Lucien followed Erythros into the carriage, and off they went into the night.

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[ngeruma]

"Erythros Phobos" | Perpetual Testing | Portal 2 Community Maps & Mods

By dn2rafael

A very literal, and genuine reason, to fear the red.

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[markscherz]

Hello Dr. Mark!

What is the 71st best frog?

By probability alone, it's almost certainly a Pristimantis species. There are 603 species in that genus, i.e. 7.9% of all frogs are Pristimantis species, i.e. one in every 13 species is a Pristimantis. So, arbitrarily, I'm gonna go with Pristimantis erythros, because… damn

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[kaenellec]

NM cover redraw, rebooting it soon 💙💙

[bawkrya]

how did esther and erythro meet? what inspired esther to start his more taboo hobby? very fun lore tabs! - philamotrising

@philamotrising YAYY MY BIG BREASTED MOTH MEN

These two surprisingly met in the burrow market! They're the same type of moth-man guys, so most would have thought they'd find each other in neighboring colonies, but Erythros colony was pretty reserved, just like himself, and on top of that they were SUPER small so in contrast to Esther's Giant Ass Colony, they never managed to pass by each other. But they did in the burrow! Erythro in particular was already working with Craftwood when they met, and was being introduced to the burrow when they both happened upon Esther-- who was about to enter the burrow completely by himself. which is NOT safe to do.

since Erythro recognized Esther as another moth like him, he was pretty quick to ask Craftwood if they could save him from an unkind fate, and she was more than happy to indulge him hehe!! Esther was super thankful for the help too bc he just wanted to sell his inks and didnt realize how dangerous it could be HELP......... but they very quickly bonded over mutual interest, and it took off from there!

As for Esthers interest, he was really just looking for new types of canvas that had never been considered before! He already had a pretty good niche in carving ink blocks, but he definitely wasn't the only artisan doing that, and with his introduction to the burrow he was presented with a lot more non-typical arrangements for art. This was also around the same time that Craftwood paid Erythro with a Light egg, and since Erythro at the time had no use for the egg, he offered it to Esther as a gift with their budding relationship coming on.

Esther was INSANELY hesitant with this because following my egg lore, naturally occurring eggs formed purely by the elements are RARE and highly valuable in the egg trade-- which is something the burrow market participates in quite frequently. So, he didn't want to devalue something like that. But. his curiosity got the best of him and he started carving. After completing it, he showed it to craftwood, and it turns out he hit yet another niche market with what he creates! again per my egg lore, eggs formed by elemental magic are unlimited sources of said magic when left alone and can help heal dragons themselves or entire environments. And some of these collectors didn't like plain ole eggs! Some have very specific aesthetics, or the eggs are used for very specific rituals or ceremonies, so they want a specific look for these eggs. So, after successfully selling the first egg for a shit ton of gems, Esther began very downlow customizing eggs for dragons willing to pay for it, and began producing these carved/painted eggs for Craftwoods fighting ring as a winner prize.

So he just got extremely lucky and leaned into that niche, however morally ambiguous the more religious dragons of the burrow deemed it to be, and found it to be just as fun to do as carving ink blocks!

[0zzysaurus]

☢️😎 Too many abnormal mammals to count 😎☢️

[erythrophobiccolumbidae]

They fucking admitted to making an AI chat bot of me so they could get off... fuck I think I'm going to implode.

I need to see these chats so badly TT they won't show me yet but I need it so bad please please

[fauvester]

antibiotic taste test today. clinda aftertaste haunts me

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Whumptober 2024 No. 27- Voiceless | Laboratory

This is another OC snippet- it involves more of Lucien's backstory! You can find more of his story here. Also, this is pretty long so I put it under the cut!

It was the first time in weeks Lucien had left his mansion to go into town. It wasn’t that he needed to hunt for blood or anything, he had willing servants that would provide him with what he needed. No, he just wanted to get out of his coffin for once. He wasn’t sure what sparked the sudden motivation for activity, and truthfully, he was regretting coming outside already.

There were too many people out and about for the middle of the night, shouldn’t they be in their beds? Lucien pulled his hood over his face a little tighter. He didn’t need anyone seeing his pointed ears or his wings.

Lucien passed building after building. The scent of everyone’s blood wafted through, and the fact that his mouth watered made him sick. He was just about to turn around and go home when he walked right into a woman.

“Oh!” the woman cried.

“My apologies,” Lucien said, “I didn’t see you there.”

Lucien went to walk by and let that be the end of it, but the woman followed him, sliding in front of him and blocking his path.

“Wait!” she said, “you seem troubled. Is everything alright?”

Lucien blinked, taken by surprise. Since when did people care about each other in this century?

“I, um…”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Thank you, but I feel fine. Have a good evening.”

He passed her again, catching the scent of her blood as he went by. He tried to fight off the urge to bite her right then and there.

“Haven’t fed for a while, hm?”

That stopped Lucien in his tracks. He lunged at breakneck speed, pulling the woman into an alleyway. He pinned her against the old brick wall.

“Wow, you really haven’t fed for a while.”

“That isn’t something I like to advertise,” Lucien growled, “and I’d encourage you to walk away now before I decide not to let you.”

“And miss this opportunity?” the woman’s eyes sparkled, “never.”

Lucien felt the pinch before he even noticed her move. His hand instinctively went to his side, where he felt a small pinprick.

“How did you…?”

“Oh, it isn’t easy,” the woman smiled, “takes lots of practice with deception and timing, especially when it comes to your kind.”

Lucien blinked, trying to clear his vision. The world tilted on its axis. Somehow the woman caught him despite her smaller size.

“There there my little specimen,” she said, “everything is going to be fine.”

That was the last thing Lucien heard before falling asleep.

…

Lucien’s eyes snapped open. A wooden ceiling stared back at him. Harsh lights hit him from every angle. There was a slight burning sensation on his wrists and ankles. Silver restraints. His cloak had been removed and his wings were unfolded under him. He seemed to be in some kind of decrepit old laboratory.

“You sleep as though you were dead. I don’t think you breathed once.”

Lucien’s head whipped to the side, where the woman from before stood now. She had a journal and pen in her hands and was taking notes rapidly.

“Pupils dilated, rapid breathing- the specimen seems to only breathe when it’s awake- pale skin- though that is to be expected- are you afraid, Vampire?”

Lucien glared.

“Who are you?” he demanded.

“I am Eliza Morgan,” she said proudly, “and soon the world of science will know my name. And yours too, I’d imagine. What is your name, dear?”

“Like I’d tell you!”

“Hm. I suppose I don’t exactly need your name to complete my work.”

She continued taking notes.

“Tell me, how long have you been what you are? Did you come into the world this way or were you turned?”

“I am not going to answer any of your questions!”

Eliza sighed. She came up to the exam table. She examined Lucien’s wings, his hands, his eyes.

“Heterochromia,” Eliza said to herself, “fascinating.”

She produced a syringe.

“I don’t trust you to keep still for me, but I need to look at those fangs. This will only hurt for a second!”

“What!? No! Stop!”

Eliza didn’t listen. In went the drug, and Lucien slowly but surely began to go limp on the table.

“It is only a temporary paralytic,” she said, “you will be fine.”

She opened his mouth and examined his fangs.

“Good for puncturing. I wonder how many humans you’ve drained with these.” She said.

She extracted some of his saliva in a test tube, storing it.

“Well, once I get you packed up it’s off to London!” she said eagerly, “they will have to let me into university once they see what I’ve got!”

Eliza prepped another drug, she was just about to administer it when there came a knock at the door.

“Oh, who could that be now?” Eliza grumbled.

She went to the door. Lucien could hear the sounds of an argument, then two sets of footsteps.

Eliza seemed quieter than usual. Lucien noted the dazed look in her eyes, and the lopsided smile. A figure came and put a pale hand on her shoulder.

“You’ve been getting into trouble, Lucien.”

Lucien wanted to plead, grovel, beg, but all he could do was lay there and watch. Erythros turned Eliza around to face him.

“Why didn’t you use your hypnosis to protect yourself?” Erythros asked Lucien, though staring at Eliza, “this creature is very susceptible to it.”

Erythros took her face in his hands and twisted hard. Lucien’s eyes screwed shut as he heard the snap, then a thud. The scent of blood filled the air.

When he dared to open his eyes, Erythros was standing over him, removing the silver restraints, not caring about the burns it caused.

“I am disappointed,” he went on, “how can I trust you to be on your own if you can’t even defend yourself against such a pathetic human?”

Erythros lifted Lucien into a bridal carry. He closed his eyes as they passed Eliza’s body.

“Ah ah. Look, Lucien. Look.”

Lucien opened his eyes and saw how Eliza’s neck craned at an unnatural angle, how blood seeped through her nose. How she lay haphazardly on the floor.

“That is what I expect from you. Do you understand?”

Lucien blinked to show he was listening.

“I’m taking you home. Not your mansion, the castle. I’m not letting you out of my sight until I know you can fend for yourself.”

Erythros flew off into the night, his grip tightening on Lucien. He was in so much trouble.

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Tummy hurt

[snejkha]

Sketchpage of Erythros for @ChipsandDips // Thank you so much/

[arachine]

u asked so I shall deliver :3

but imagine whiny n fucked out Dave Lizewski omfffhhhgggggg, his hair is a mess n his glasses are falling off, they're all dirty too bc he's handsy! Ik he is! and he tries to grab anything he can on u but u just tut him and tell him to keep his hands to himself, so nowwww he's whining even more, he's begging too atp, all glossy eyes and jutted out lips. I KNOW he's a pretty crier, so why shouldn't u mess with him a lil yk?

moral of the story, Dave. Just Dave.

nghhhhh rina i’m gonna scream SO loud.

warnings: unprotected sex, dacryphilia (i think? cba to check if i included it), whiny dave (like down bad, pussydrunk dave) + so rushed i’m sorry but i need to fr study lol :3

can just imagine him begging to touch you. at first, he tries to bargain with you. asks if he can just ‘hold your hips for a bit’, so you don’t ‘fall off’—as he puts it. but you’re ruthless. all bite and no bark.

“good boys keep their hands to themselves,” you tsk, swatting away his wandering appendage. the admonishment forces a whine from his throat, and he retracts his hand quickly like a child scolded for getting into the cookie jar. “don’t you wanna be a good boy for me, baby?”

“yes—fuck—god, yes. j’st let me touch you, let me h-hold you,” he pleads, and it’s so cute. the knot between his brows, the erythro in his cheeks—the crystalline droplets cascading down his face. it doesn’t take much persuasion to get you to acquiesce; not when he’s beneath you like this. looking up at you like you just hung the stars in the sky. “ok, go ahead, baby. touch me.”

and as soon as you give him the okay, he’s flipping you over onto your back, all muscles and eagerness. grabs the weight of his cock and bullies it into your little hole, unconcerned by your protests and light-hearted pleas for him to slow down.

“easy, ‘m not going anywhere,” you giggle, but it falls on deaf ears because he’s concentrated. focused—on one thing and one thing only—or maybe two things—or a few things: your skin, the rivulets of sweat between your breasts, your eyes—the perfect little ‘o’ shape your mouth makes when he hits that spot just right. yeah, he’s focused.

“babybabybaby, i’m close,” he says in your ear, a mixture of a whine and cry, “please, lemme do it inside. can i? i’ll get you the pill, swear i will, s-swear it!”

and at the nod of your approval, he’s pistoning into you like a rabid thing. all mumbles and whimpers, expletives and grunts. telling you how sweet you are to him, and how lucky he is to have a girlfriend who let’s him finish inside her.

says he’ll, “never fuck another girl again,” while the weight of his hand rests firmly against your jaw, and his lithe fingers maneuver your head to meet his lips. and you know he’s telling the truth—because his eyes are all hazy and glossy. they get like that when he’s close; and they got like that when he declared his love for you some time ago. a tell-tale sign.

“so close, baby. use me, you can do it,” you caress his cheek, clenching once, twice, three times around him in an effort to get him to finish. and it works. he manages a few more lazy thrusts before he’s plopping down onto you with a strangled moan and a sigh.

“about that pill…” he starts, “i only have $10 in my account. don’t think we’re ready to be parents.”

gasping, you raise a hand to yank him back by the hair, “lizewski, get off of me right now.” the brunet chuckles but it only coaxes you to pull tighter at the scalp.

“ow, okay, okay. i was just kidding,” he admits, grabbing at the hand holding his hair by the root, “let me go and i’ll go pick it up.”

“alright, go,” you release him, “but seriously, get off of me. you’re heavy.”

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[bawkrya]

I have several! The latter two are the ones i got from my aether eggs

Dragon Therapy wanted

I had to bury my best friend today and I could use some dragon therapy

Please show me your Aethers, existing or future projects, bonus if they are soft and gentle <3

[bawkrya]

nngguhhnnm

[dingodad]

miserythry (from greek erythro- 'red', as in erthyrocyte 'red blood cell') (also has the word misery in it which is so good), miskyany (from kyanos 'blue'), the greek word for the colour purple is literally already erythrokyanos as in 'red blue'

[erythrophobiccolumbidae]

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They're literally everything I've ever wanted.

Honestly, it's a little scary how perfectly they fit into what my ideal type is.

I've fantasised about my ideal type for months, down to the same silly quirks... and here they are. Like an angel answering my prayers.

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