#for my humanoid loving fellows :)

[pukefactory]

Love your one shots! ^v^ could you write about the first time dream bbq ena met reader and her reaction to them?

•☽────✧˖°˖ A MICE ON VENUS ˖°˖✧────☾•

★ Summary: You And Ena Have The First Of Many Encounters

★ Character(s): Salesperson Ena (ENA: Dream BBQ)

★ Reader pronouns: Not Specified

★ Genre: Short Story, SFW

★ Word Count: 406

★ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

★ Image Credits: @JoelG

The first time you met Ena, it was like stumbling into a conversation you didn’t realize you were already having. The world around you shimmered in shifting hues, the neon glow of the casino flickering between reality and something far less stable. You weren’t entirely sure how you got here, but before you could question it further, a voice—no, two voices—snapped your attention forward.

“Ah-ha! A new variable in our business equation! Hope you don’t mind, but could you tell me—what’s your problem? What are our business struggles today?”

The red half of the peculiar, humanoid figure grinned at you, hands clasped together in an eager sales-pitch stance. The other half, yellow and sharp.

“LET’S CUT THE CRAP! WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY AIRSPACE?!” the pale yellow side barked, her jagged triangular eye narrowing.

You blinked. Then blinked again. “I… was just looking around.”

The red half gasped, delighted. “A fellow entrepreneur of curiosity! Bless you for your business of wandering!” She leaned in, attempting to shake your hand. “Tell me, who do you work for?”

You took a cautious step back. “I don’t—uh, work for anyone. I was just—”

“Ahh! An independent contractor, then!” She nodded sagely. “Freelancing, are we? Investing in the unpredictable future of opportunity?”

“I…” You weren’t sure what you had stepped into, but it was happening whether you wanted it to or not.

Suddenly, the yellow half squinted. “Hey. HEY. What does a loser like you do for a living?”

“Loser?” You frowned. “I—”

“NO. WAIT. MORE IMPORTANTLY—” she suddenly loomed closer, her jagged eye boring into you. “YOU’RE NOT FROM HERE, ARE YOU?”

A beat of silence passed. You swallowed hard.

“…No?”

The red side beamed, clapping her hands together. “Fascinating! A visitor from beyond our business model! Quick, quick—tell me, have you experienced any recent paradigms shifts? Market fluctuations in your reality?”

A loudspeaker crackled in the distance. The casino lights flickered dangerously. Both sides of Ena froze.

“Ah. Seems we are out of time.” The red side’s smile faltered slightly, but she adjusted her cap, regaining composure. “Ping me in some moments, yes?”

And before you could protest, the world twisted—and you were somewhere else entirely. You weren’t sure what just happened, but one thing was certain.

You had met Ena.

And she had definitely met you.

[prehnite-soul]

some small headcanons I got for the forest god au by @llamagoddessofficial

Please note that all the things stated down there are NOT canon, but headcanons I made up as I aggressively scourged down every bit of information I found about this au, thank you very much :)

also I’ll be heavily focusing on my favorite boy Skull (I’ll just call him Horror for now because I can handle it better) here, because why not, I love him 

Sans is not opposed of letting humans do their thing. If they wander his territory, they wander his territory. He’s even turned humans fae if they showed devotion to him. Some have started a cult about him, and he finds it amusing enough to let it continue. And hey, they even protect his forest FOR HIM, so all he really has to do is care for the fae and animals, not if trees get cut down or rivers get dammed. He can just sit back and relax, and have the enjoyment of humans running around for him. He doesn’t consider it to be selfish- heck, he never showed himself to them, he didn’t start the cult. That’s on them.

 He viewed the cult as… family, to some degree. After all, he turned some into his kind. After the forest of a fellow deity was lost t the humans and then the deities wrath, he watched the cult fall apart. They left his forest, leaving him to feel abandoned by them. He TRUSTED them. He never showed himself to the most of them, but he still LIKED them. They were like the most of family he ever had. And now they were gone.

Red likes humans. We all know that. But over the centuries, as they evolved, he watched them closely. So closely, that when you are fortunate enough to enter his core domain, you are faced with ancient human machines. Old pictures of random people in surprisingly good health for being tucked away in a tree in the middle of a forest. If you want to get an item of yours back after loosing it in the forest, you must trade it with him (dipping into the fae aspect here, hehe). He allows humans to stay in his domain, at least at its edges. But those that live there whisper about how many things go missing regularly. That bird that grasped your hunting knife as you left it unsupervised? Sent by the local deity. The fox pulling a bag of different tools? Reds personal thief. The deer eyeing the self made pouch of multiple layers- you get the idea.

Horror wasn’t always a hulking multilegged creature that resembles beasts. Before his rage took over, he was a humanoid deity, like the others. He allowed humans to wander through his territory and hunt and forage to a certain extent, and those that exhausted their stay just wouldn’t find any more. No more berries on the sides of the path, no more deer trails to follow. Similar to Red, he finds humans intriguing, but in a slightly different way. While Red wants to know all about the human race, Horror is content with letting them into his forest without having them fear for their safety. He allows them to hunt and forage, but no one dares to set up a permanent home there. A camp for the night, sure, but anything that indicates a longer stay than a full moon cycle will be left without food or other resources soon enough, alongside great rain and extreme temperatures that only worsen the longer the human stay.

Anyone who dares exhaust their stay even AFTER he told his animals to evade the human, made the plants temporarily close their flowers when the human was around… they learn to never upset a god the hard way. Every step they take makes water seep into their boots that never dry again. Every plant they decide to pick, it either wilts before they can consume it, or it makes them sick. The animals they slaughter put up a vicious fight. Arrows don’t harm the animals anymore. The meat turns bad in a heartbeat, or it infects the hunter with diseases or parasites. Horror allows humans to redeem themselves if they move out when he tells them, but if you decide to exhaust his hospitality even after his warning signs? You have been cast out for your life.

Horror liked his fae-underlings. He allowed them to toy with humans, but only to a certain degree. He refrained from turning humans to fae, because they could get the wrong idea. But there are stories about a certain human who was granted a special connection to his forest, and his forest alone.

[koebiitwist]

Hi could you do romantic headcanons of dream bbq ena x a male reader that is basically a humanoid basket that can store stuff in there ' he also love gardening and gives any flower from his garden

𖤐ᝰ ENA x Male!basket!Reader .ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

Summary: romantic headcanons between a male!basket!reader and ena

Tags: male reader, fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 700+

When Ena first met you, she approached you with curiosity, thinking that there was a possibility for a new business opportunity! She rambled on about selling you new items that would harness greater potential for you and your little garden.

“May I indulge you in a divestment opportunity, my dear floral customer?” “LET’S CUT THE CRAP—Is this what a sucker like you does for a living? AND WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE ON YOUR HEAD?!” She points, mentioning the flowers stored in your compartment that were peeking out.

After that small interaction (and somewhat skillfully avoiding Ena’s persuasion for her divestments), you started seeing her wander around the Uncanny Streets now and then, interacting with other figures that roam the place.

It wasn’t easy to cultivate a garden where you reside, but you did what you could, and everything went smoothly. You created a small area of paradise for yourself in this digital world, and Ena was certainly impressed.

“My my! Good day to you, fellow entrepreneur!” “I HOPE IT RAINS HARD, MORON!” (don’t worry she wishes for it to rain so you wouldn’t work too hard-) (and don’t mind the way she quickly hides her blushing face with her cap right after she says that-)

Since then, Ena has passed by your garden almost every single day. Whether you're out watering the flowers or staying cozy in your humble abode, Ena still makes it her mission to stop and inhale the scent of a flower you’ve carefully cultivated.

One time, you managed to see Ena crouch in front of a bed of flowers, carefully observing a singular stem that was budding. She looked uncharacteristically serene, too serene as if she were lost in her own little world without her meanie side taking over or her salesperson side talking business.

At that point, you were interested in her. Maybe it’s the way her gaze had something else in it. Perhaps it was longing? You weren’t sure.

In another instance, she approached you once more, “Care for me to lend you a helping hand? Don't worry! I'll treat this job opportunity as a voluntary act. It's better to hone skills in different fields, no?” “Do you want help with trimming those damn bushes or what? I don't offer free labor all the time, y'know…”

Soon, both of you started to get closer to one another. It became the norm for Ena to visit you before or after her business endeavors and chat with you while gardening.

You’ve gotten used to her extravagant behavior. Quick, witty banters and flirtatious sentiments were now regularly exchanged between you. Despite the shyness bubbling in your chest, you can’t help but feel as if there was more than gardening in your daily routine now.

“Do you have any plans after this? Why don’t we touch base to keep this ball rolling~?” “HEY! Snap out of it, I’m asking you a QUESTION!”

Picnic outings, fleeting touches while arranging flowers, and whispers between flowing petals in the wind. All of these ended in a bed of digital roses. Only they know what you both laugh about.

Salesperson Ena usually initiates the flirtatious lines that leave you red in the face, using business jargon while actively getting close to you. (you don’t know if she’s trying to sell you something or not, but when she winks at you while holding a flower in her mouth, you’re pretty sure it’s something different-)

Meanwhile, Meanie Ena grumbles under her breath about how good you look when you're focused on tending to the flowers. (she secretly wishes that you’d always keep your gaze on her… not that she’d ever say that out loud, but you do hear it sometimes-)

Whenever you give her flowers, she always keeps them. Every. Single. One. She doesn’t care if she’s flooded with thousands of various flora. Ena would happily swim a marathon through them. Sometimes you help her carry all the flowers she picked from the garden for her to keep using your compartment.

“This is better than any type of currency, sweetheart!” “Tch, you’re lucky I’m not allergic…”

Amongst the shared sentiments between you two, Ena can’t help but be curious about you. The material that you are made of, how would it feel if she were to hug you tight? How many things can you physically store? All these questions float in her mind, but one thing is sure.

“Ah… I wonder how many flowers you can carry in that lovely compartment of yours. Surely there’s enough room for my love too, yes?” “There better be! OR ELSE I’LL SHOVE MY HEART WHERE IT SHOULD BELONG-”

Hi! I absolutely love this request! Sorry if it's too long, I got a bit carried away and was having fun while writing. And for one of the dialogues, Salesperson Ena used business jargon such as: "Let's touch base" (Means to check in with someone later or schedule a meeting) and "To get the ball rolling" (Initiate a project or activity).

I hope you enjoyed reading! Anyone can message me to be included in a tag list if they want!

[mydearestbeloved]

I just love MC's children from Trial-Player... like their vibes are just too adorable. (Also me completely ignoring that they have some homicidal tendencies and just whistling innocently as I look the other way because they are just way too cute—!)

Ahem. Regardless of that, I was just wondering if it was ever mentioned an image (?) of what they look liked? Or if they was like a description of them, list...? Sorry if this was asked already or done, 🥲 it's been a hot minute since I've devoured—cough revisited everything related to this AU?

Also here, free totally accurate representation of Reader's (and Jinwoo's summons) kids.

And:

Look at those faces. Too cute, would never commit war crimes. 🥰 Many headpats. Very huggable.

I remember seeing something like this:

TP!Reader : My children are adorable!

Jinwoo : Red just committed arson, Bel is cannibalizing someone, Trick is dissecting a guy, Blanche is sleeping on fur she freshly skinned alive—from where, I’m not interested. Another guy went splat on Sol’s canvas, Neonie is doing live experiments (again, not going to ask), Gale crashed into a building, and Ari just committed murder by lullaby.

TP!Reader : I said adorable, not harmless.

ASDFGHJKL

Anyway, the descriptions of the butterflies are scattered throughout the story—my bad. There are no images of them as of yet; I haven’t searched.

I can try to give you short compilations of their current looks, though!

Warning: Bad descriptions and subject to change.

Red

"Bel" (?)

Her wing color in butterfly form is red with black lines. She usually takes on a human form with red eyes and very long hair, usually styled in a braid. She can be described as porcelain and vampire-like, female butler and nobility vibe. Her default fit is black and white (dominant), with patterns of her butterfly wings on parts of her vest, the ends of her sleeves and pants, and the back of her tailcoat. Wore black gloves and boots.

*Writing descriptions could only achieve so much, so in truth, I leave the rest of the details to each reader's personal interpretations. You are free to imagine how a character would look as you wished in your head. That said, a fellow reader of TP AU have sent me her personal interpretation of Red. If anyone is interested, check it out here!

Her wing color in butterfly form is purple with black lines. She usually takes on a human form with purple eyes and very long black hair, usually in updos. Taller than Red. She can be described as alabaster and divine-like. Her default fit is (dominant) black and white, with patterns of her butterfly wings on the inside of the white coat she usually slings over her shoulders. Wore an all-black fit underneath—shirt, vest, pants, gloves, and boots.

Trick

Her wing color in butterfly form is silver with black lines. She usually takes on a human form with orange-tinted yellow eyes and long silver hair, usually let loose. Shorter than Red. She can be described as ivory and chaotic, ouji vibe. Her default fit is balanced black and white, with patterns of her butterfly wings on the ends of her sleeves and visible on the inside of her vest, which extends longer from the sides to the back and is slit in the middle to mimic the shape of her wings. In contrast, she wears short black pants. Wore black gloves, thigh-high socks with garters, and white boots.

Blanche

Her wing color in butterfly form is white tinted with pale blue and black lines. She alternates between human, wolf, and hybrid forms (humanoid with wolf ears and tail most of the time) with pale blue eyes and long, straight white hair, usually let loose. Taller than Red, shorter than Bel. She can be described as snowy white and fluffy, winter vibe. Her default fit is black and white (dominant), with patterns of her butterfly wings on the end of her white princess coat and sleeves. The ends of her black pants have white fur, as do the edges of her sleeves after the wing motif—the fluff hides her white-gloved hands most of the time. She wears a thick white fur scarf around her neck, above the black fabric that covers half of her upper body, shoulders, and upper arms all the way to the back. Her hair is usually tucked into the scarf. Wore white boots.

Sol

Her wing color in butterfly form is yellow with black lines. She usually takes on human forms with yellow eyes and long, wavy blonde hair, usually in a high ponytail. A bit shorter than Blanche. She can be described as sun-kissed and sweet-but-psycho, summer vibe. Her default fit is black (dominant) and white, with patterns of her butterfly wings on the inside of her black coat and the end of her black pants. She wears a white poet’s shirt tucked under the pants, with her coat usually just slung over one shoulder. Wore black gloves and boots.

Neonie

Her wing color in butterfly form is turquoise with black lines; under certain lighting, she can look neon cyan or neon blue. She usually alternates between human and elf forms with turquoise eyes and curly, very dark brown hair with highlights of red, blue, and the occasional white and purple, usually let loose or tied low. Around Red’s height. She can be described as dark bronze and wizardly, autumn and dark academia vibe. Her default fit is black (dominant) and white, with patterns of her butterfly wings on the inside of her black vest, which extends on the sides and back over a black skirt. Under the vest, she wears a white blouse with puffy long sleeves. Wore black gloves and boots.

Gale

Her wing color in butterfly form is royal blue with black lines. She alternates between human, phoenix, and hybrid forms (humanoid with translucent wings and tail) with royal blue eyes and short, wavy brunette hair, sometimes let loose or in a bun. Around Red’s height. She can be described as olive and airborne. Her default fit is black and white (dominant), with patterns of her butterfly wings on the inside of her white trench coat. She wears a white shirt with a black harness and black pants. Wore black gloves and white boots over the pants.

"Ari" (?)

Her wing color in butterfly form is ocean blue with black lines. She usually takes on human and siren forms with ocean blue eyes and medium-length wavy black hair with white and ocean blue highlights, usually in a bun. Slightly shorter than Red, taller than Trick. She can be described as tanned and spring-like. Her default fit is black and white (dominant), with patterns of her butterfly wings on the ends of her white blouse sleeves. She wears black leggings with a ruffled skirt. Wore black gloves and white boots over the pants.

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I hope this helps imagining them better 🙏

This is only appearance-wise with their default fit a.k.a their usual uniform. We'll get to know more about them soon.

Also, the butterflies are tall. Trick is slightly taller than Cha Hae-in. While "Bel"(?) is taller than Jinwoo. Yes, they can change their appearances, so this is just comparison for their default humanoid form (the form they return to and spend time in the most).

[yandere-wishes]

Long ramble anon here, I'm happy you liked my long ask I was just concerned that I put way too much as I have a tendency to hyperfixate snd overexplain, hence the tldr at the end. To be honest ever since seeing the fox beastman I've been on a bit of a kick with theorizing things for him. (Did the same thing with Rollo hehe) Anyway, if you want some more of my takes I'm happy to share.

Alright so you know how beastmen retain some of their animalistic traits? Well my brain immediately goes to what this means for their romantic endeavors and courting behaviors. Not much is known about the courting process for foxes, but we do know that scent marking and loud vocal barking is used to attract a mate. How does this carry over to a humanoid fox? Well, my theory is that he will likely give his darling something like his coat, or spray whatever cologne he uses on their things or use more of it when he knows he's going to see them. As for the loud vocal barking you better believe my mind immediately went to him just belting out a serenade for his darling, regardless of how he actually may sound I think he's self-assured and prideful enough to believe this would definitely entice his soon to be mate.

Another interesting thing about foxes is that they are monogamous to a fault, rarely ever taking another mate after the passing of their partner, instead remaining loyal until their own passing (at least this was what I've read in my admittedly surface level research). To me this means two things, 1) once Fellow sets his eyes on a darling that's absolutely it for him regardless of how he has to get them by his side it is an inevitability so if they would just be a good dear and surrender early on everything could be so much better, and 2) should anything unfortunate befall to his darling he wouldn't ever fall for anyone else and likely never fully recover emotionally.

Tldr; The fox man would woo his darling with his surely illustrious (at least to him) voice and his cologne or perhaps natural pheromones, and once he woos them Fellow would never so much as look at another in the same light.

Don't apologize Anon!! I love it when people send in long asks about their hyperfixations!! It feels so endearing and sweet and makes me want to give you a big hug!! I'm literally the same when it comes to hyperfixate and overexplain, when I'm obsessed with something (TV show, movie, game, etc) I need to feel it in my veins!! Plus being able to chat about it with people on Tumblr is always one of the best parts!!

I can't stop laughing at the thought of Fellow sending his darling with loud obnoxious barking 🤣🤣 Bonus points if the reader is a regular human and just stares at him confused, while Leona, Ruggie, and Jack just nod in approval in the background (or in anger and disbelief, depends on the scenario). The idea of him sharing his cologne and jacket with Reader is actually really sweet. I like to think that some ways down the line if Fellow ever had to go away for an extended period of time. Reader would just cuddle into a corner hugging his jacket and spraying some of his cologne on herself. He'd be so delighted coming home and smelling his scent so strongly on his beloved.

I love this!! Just Fellow knowing that reader is the one from the first look 😍😍😍😍 He's so smitten and lays on the charm extra thick. Wanting them all so badly and doing anything to get them. If Reader should die (Lord forbid) Fellow definitely wouldn't get another partner BUT he'd also go the extra mile and try to resurrect them. Magic exists in Twisted Wonderland so I'm sure someone out there has the ability to raise the dead. He'd do absolutely anything to hold you in his arms again.

Look Reader is getting a really sweet deal here. A tall handsome man (+ bonus he comes with A SUPER FLUFFY TAIL AND EARS) with a smooth voice, and a charming personality. Willing to give her anything, do anything for her, and make sure she had the best life imaginable. He's physically incapable of cheating and would fawn over the reader like a lovestruck puppy. He's literally just perfect!! Ignoring the manipulative tendencies, obsessive behavior, and ability to maim someone with his teeth😊😊

[d-criss-news]

“Following Your Heart Is a Zero-Loss Game”: Darren Criss Is Forging His Own Legacy

Darren Criss is no stranger to the spotlight. But, does his latest role in Broadway’s Maybe Happy Ending solidify his place within the ranks of Filipino theater legends? 

Oliver, the main character in the Broadway musical Maybe Happy Ending, would be confused by the actor who plays him. See, Oliver is a robot dubbed “helper bot” with a classic Type A personality: rigid in his ways and painfully calculated. He exists in Seoul in the distant future, where these bots are essentially humanoid versions of our current cell phones. Oliver has only one mission in life, which is to reunite with his human who left him in an apartment complex where other thrown-out bots reside. (Think of how your old blackberries are stashed away in some random cabinet drawer.) His only friend is a plant named HwaBoon who, audiences come to learn, is the most important character in the show. The actor who brings this robot to life is Darren Criss who is anything but one-track-minded. The Filipino-American’s personal curiosity and dynamic career tell this best. Was it Glee where you first got to know his dark locks and melodic voice? Or, did you first see him hit the stage on Broadway in How to Succeed in Business Without Trying (2012)? Perhaps it was his role in Ryan Murphy’s Gianni Versace: American Crime Story (2018). His portrayal as Andrew Cunanan, the killer of the late fashion designer, earned him an Emmy, Golden Globe, and SAG award and placed him as one the few actors to earn the trifecta. Unlike Criss, Oliver has only had one job during his entire battery life. 

Yet, Criss breathes life into his mechanical character on stage as if he knows what it’s like to operate like a robot. But, perhaps he does. Perhaps, we, including those who have continuously waved a finger to AI and ChatGPT; all do.  “Think of Aesop fables or Greek Mythology,” he tells Vogue. “These tales all displaced the human experience by using non-human things. We learn lessons about our own behaviors through animals, spirits, gods, or other totems because it doesn’t feel patronizing if we use human characters. I think using robots was an excellent metaphor for human life itself and the way we perceive the world; operating systems, battery life, logical programming versus illogical emotional responses. A lot of these human things lend themselves really well to computers and robots.”  The last time Criss performed at the Belasco Theater where Maybe Happy Ending is showing until January 2026 was 10 years ago. At the time, he starred as Hedwig in John Cameron Mitchell’s Hedwig and The Angry Inch. “I love the poetry of my return to the Belasco theater a decade later,” he says. The aforementioned show is considered a classic in modern musical theater. It first debuted Off-Broadway in 1998, and later revived in 2014 starring Neil Patrick Harris. Then, he was continuing a legacy, but with Maybe Happy Ending, an original production directed by Tony Award Winner Michael Arden, written by Will Aronson and Hue Park, and produced by Jeffrey Richards, he’s forging his own.  “As a creative person, you dream to be a part of something original and singular to itself. You can’t put lightning in the bottle, but you work hard until one day the serendipities fall into your lap. That’s what happened here; a new dream was achieved.” 

There’s also another difference in his return to this theater. Unlike his previous solo-performance, he gets to share the stage in Maybe Happy Ending with his 24-year-old co-star Helen J. Shen graduated from the University of Michigan; the same school Criss graduated from in 2009. “I’m literally the upperclassman on stage,” Darren jokes. Shen plays a fellow thrown-out helper bot named Claire, who ends up bringing the spontaneity out of Oliver.  But, with newness comes risk. Those in the artistic universe know that participating in original productions bears a certain weight on one’s shoulders; tenfold when you’re riding high from a previously successful project. Will it be successful? Will it resonate with the audience? How will it affect one’s reputation?  Maybe Happy Ending may be a completely new production on Broadway, but it ultimately asks an age-old question: Is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all? “There are prerequisites to every good story,” Criss says. “Themes of love, loss, life. Think of any Shakespearean play you’ve seen. These are universal macro-themes that are packed very neatly and effectively in the show.”  Speaking of universal themes, Oliver’s plant HwaBoon is perhaps the true star of the show. In fact, the last moments of the play zero-in on the plant before the curtains fall. “He’s a glorious symbol of love that can outlive time itself,” Criss says. When asked if he has a real-life HwaBoon of his own, he directs his answer to music. “As a musician, I have instruments whose sentimental value completely eclipses their actual effectiveness. My guitars, for example, have been there for many beautiful moments in my life.” For Criss, success as an artist isn’t measured by how many tickets sell. “Following your heart is a zero-loss game. I had a strong feeling about the piece even before we opened the show. Whether or not people actually caught on was up in the air, but I would’ve still been very happy either way. On an artistic level, I was so moved that even if it didn’t reach the height that it is at now, I would’ve talked about it very proudly 20 or even 30 years down the line.”  The show has been running since November 2024 with ticket sales currently grossing $20,889,683. But, the Tony nominations speak for themselves. A day after Criss offered this humble note of measuring success to Vogue, news broke that Maybe Happy Ending was nominated for 10 awards for the 78th annual Tonys. The categories include: Best Musical, Best Original Score, and Best Scenic Design. Darren Criss is nominated for Best Actor.  When Filipinos think of stars on Broadway who share their ethnic backgrounds, Lea Salonga quickly comes to mind. She is, after all, the first Asian woman to win a Tony award. There’s also Eva Noblezada who held roles in Miss Saigon and Hadestown; and Rachel Ann Go who had roles in Les Miserables and Hamilton. Darren Criss, whose mother hails from Cebu and has an affinity for Palawan, puts in a case for his right to join their ranks as legendary performers.  “I certainly don’t think of myself in that way,” he tells Vogue. “But, I think it’s my responsibility to rise to that occasion if that’s what people see me as. I especially look up to Lea Salonga in a revered way. I look at her as a beacon, but I wonder if she even sees herself in that way. See, it’s this sort of call to duty. Beacons give cause to our belief, and they make us feel like it’s worthwhile to believe in something. I am honored and privileged to be given that role if it’s given to me.”  

[a-shade-of-blue]

Today I want to introduce you to Sarah (@sarah-abo-hwidi), who is also an English literature student and we both share a passion for performing on stage. However, while I managed to graduate with a BA in English, Sarah's university in Gaza was bombed and completely destroyed.

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[anachronismstellar]

Fic writer curse got me fam, and the doctor didn't give me a note so I have to go to work. To cheer me up here's more Airplane vs The System because I wanna feel I'm making progress

And it's Cumplane Bros being smart because I love them and yeah

Hope you like it!

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“There's…” he hesitated, glancing at Shen Yuan nervously before sweeping things around, going through names of missions. “There's stuff missing. And I can see the names, but now it's all gray? I can't select my old logs.”

Shen Yuan opened his own system, checking the same options Airplane had gone through, finding everything normal.

“That's weird, even for the System,” Shen Yuan took a step back, picking up his fan, tapping it against his palm as he walked back and forth. “And you don't remember getting any messages?”

“No, I would have told you if anything had popped up!” Which, yea, Airplane wouldn't be able to hide something like that. And they had been enjoying a nice life for the past couple of years, finally living their happy ending. Yes, some wife plots here and there but…

“I thought it was done with us now that the story was finished.” Airplane's voice cracked at the end, and this time Shen Yuan couldn't help but feel his heart squeeze for his fellow transmigrator, murderously rampant or not.

“Okay, we have to think.” Shen Yuan went back to walking, pressing his fingers against his forehead, his crown starting to feel too tight on his head. “We know Linguang-Jun was working with an Owl demon. Did he say anything else?”

Airplane blanched, trembling hand going over his mouth, rubbing his fingers over closed pressed lips. It took him some moments to compose himself, shrugging as he made the screen vanish.

“He said it wasn't a Demon, but a Heavenly being, which makes no sense, I didn't write the Heavens-”

“Oh so you do remember what you wrote, amazing!”

“-But he also said that they wanted Mobei-Jun alive. He said that they were powerful and they knew all about Linguang-Jun's schemes, down to the people he had bribed, that's why he had to help them.”

“Did he at least describe them? It was an Owl type of creature but what else?” He stopped next to the table, moving papers around with the tip of his fan. He couldn't help but think that something else was going on. “If we have the physical description we can focus on one area of the map.”

Shen Yuan huffed when Airplane ignored his comment completely only with a twitch of an eye. Airplane couldn't physically hurt him, Shen Qingqiu's cultivation skills being better than Shang Qinghua could ever develop, but Airplane looked just enough on the edge that he might try his luck with a punch.

Shen Yuan didn't want to test his limits, so he ignored that he had been ignored, letting it slide.

“He said that they arrived as a white Owl, then they changed to their humanoid form.”

Shen Yuan froze, eyes going wide. The color helped to focus their search on the Northern Desert, but where? The area was huge, most of it completely uninhabitable except-

“The Polar Owl,” he mumbled, not bothering to answer Airplane's “what?”, shoving away the pile of useless notes to grab the huge map of the demon realm hidden under it all. “You only wrote one fucking normal animal in this entire weird ass story, and it was the Polar Owl,” Shen Yuan grabbed a brush to circle the places the Owl hypothetically lived, not cursing out loud Airplane's lack of following through with backgrounds. This time. “They live in the furthest north anyone ever been, no one else can survive the low temperatures except-”

“The Mobei line.” Airplane's whisper wasn't loud enough to interrupt Shen Yuan but the awed expression on Shang Qinghua's face was.

“Exactly.” Shen Yuan snapped his fan open, a smirk tilting his lips up as he straightened up his shoulders, putting on his best peak lord smug face. “And they are considered sacred to the Northern tribes because of their resistance to low temperatures. Thus it is completely possible that Linguang-Jun thought that the person he spoke with had come from the Heavens.”

Ding!

Mission in progress: Author's favorite.

UV002 objective: aid UV001

[COMPLETED]

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Off to work I go, wish me luck ✌️

[oatsa-the-humanoid]

Greetings, I come to ask for a request for my OC with Franco Barbi. The Believer (my OC) loves Franco, she is obsessed and protective with Franco cuz baby boy :3 and there's Walrider protecting the woman's body lol X)

Hello, fellow humanoid! I had an AMAZING time drawing these two together. Your OC was so fun to draw. I hope you enjoy the artwork! 💚

[kulemiwrites]

So, I wrote you a letter...

Last night, I recieved an ask that I have decided not share for personal reasons but some of the language used really hurt my heart and considering the flavor of requests I've gotten so far, I've decided to share what's been on my mind since then.

Take the kindness that you've shown me and give it to yourselves. It's easier said than done, but I believe in you.

-KW

(in case you can't read the image, the text is also below the cut)

To my readers,

As a selfshipper, I am an avid believer in the idea that my f/o no matter who they are, are going to love and adore me from top to bottom!

It doesn’t matter what I look like, what I’m shaped like, what I sound like, what I do for a living, where I’m from, what language I speak, what flaws I have, what battles I fight and so on-- I could be an ant living in their cupboards or a 5-headed humanoid creature delivered straight from hell, my f/o LOVES ME!

No one else's opinion matters!

I STRONGLY encourage everyone, be it fellow self-shippers or just those that dabble in the odd xReader fic from time to time to believe in that for themselves as well.

kulemi <3

[spotaus]

Out with the old, in with the new, y'know? (Aka, say hello to my new Banner! Thank u Ancha + Papil + anyone else watching this chaos unfold-)

Ramble about these guys under the cut because I love adding lore to posts!!!

Okay. First things first, it was HARD picking a reasonable amount of ocs/aus to include in this. I left out a few of my pet projects, but settle on (left to right) Phishbone, Pretender, Ichor, Ec-4o!Blue, Tulpa, and New Age!Nightmare in the end. The first 3 are ocs, the last 3 multiverse aus!

Phishbone is kinda just a weird outcode Papyrus. He's the multiverse's conflict resolver, because he'll stick people into his portable pocket dimension (the cube he carries) and make them complete puzzles until they've resolved their problems! He can use any soul trait magic too, just out of sheer luck from what he was taught in his au!

Pretender is a Sans from the au Doppletale, a horror-based au in which the Monsters are doppelganger of sorts, locked underground. In order to escape they have to Be Human, and in order to look human they have to eat human flesh. Pretender is one of the few monsters who has sworn off eating human meat, and he helps the last fallen human (K, from @/oodlesndoodles is usually my go-to human for the True Ending, but Ozzy from @/mylackofgrammeristerrifying is the other human-) His other humanoid form is my baby boy baby, but I can't draw humans like. Ever. So he stays like this!

Ichor is from Catacombtale, an au where the Monsters are Gods and descendants of gods, locked away by Mortals. Ichor (once known as Sans/Punishment) was a God of the afterlife with his brother (Reward/Papyrus) but he had his magic limited by mortals using golden chains. Now he goes by Ichor (or, Pun, to the Hero) and just tries to give any fallen mortals Hints on how to survive the trials of his fellow gods. (Sad old man, my longest-running oc in this cursed place <3)

Blue is from a multiverse story, Ec-4o.verse. It's dystopian, apocalyptic, sci-fi, and post-war, in which monster magic was spread out across the world. This grasp of magic made tech much more advanced, to the point of sentient robots (Ecto). A war broke out, Yadayada, Blue was born during the end of it and grew up in the aftermath. He loves technology and is obnoxiously good at his work, no matter how many people beat him up about it. With his brother and the weird hermit he moves in with (Dust) he can unintentionally unravel the mysteries of the war!

Tulpa is from DreamEater AU, another multiverse story. In this, Dream was injured in a retreat away from his brother, and ended up paralyzed and alone in another au. Fresh, unknowing of who Dream was, decided to swap hosts and use Dream. Ofc, when he bit into the golden apple, he basically got addicted. He sticks around and Dream often wrestles for control, until they come to an agreement that Fresh will move the body, Dream will speak and try to live his life. Over time, Fresh notices just how thinly worn Dream is and decides to give him a hand with starting to say no to people and take rest and think about himself for once. Eventually, the two are so close it's hard to tell where Dream starts and Fresh ends, hense the nickname of Tulpa for the two of them!

Nightmare, from New Age AU, is my newest but one of my favorites. It's a medieval-set au where he abd Dream are princes, set to inherent the throne. Dream will lead, Night his advisor. Only, the 0rophecy meant to lend Dream his power talks of death and sacrifice, so Night acts to stop Dream... by eating the apple that would give him powers instead. Unable to control the magic, Nightmare finds himself much older and much stronger than be was 2 seconds ago. He ends up having to rule like this, sending hid brother away lest sonething awful overcome him. And he's bettering the kingdom, hiring criminals. Until his apple magic... wears off. Leaving him at age 13, the year he was when he took the throne.

Anyways yeah they're all my favorites ever, hope this one is fun!!! (Feels good to put my sillies up on the space instead of N lol-)

[quitealotofsodapop]

With all the bs and teasing being thrown around this doesn't seem like a fight that would end in Macaque's Death but rather Mac being unintentionally flattered/flustered enough to be talked down if Wukong decides to turn the tables and start complaining about missining him only for macaque to show up and be a little shit about it. I love that the pokemon that looks most like the other is their most spoilt on the team. You didn't say it, but I imagine it's mutual. Peachy is a beloved brat if the back talk implies anything. I can also imagine Macaque trying to call Moon back and the fox is just like "No??? This guy treats me the way you treat peachy! It's pretty sweet over here!" Wukong sees the out of place fox in Mac's arms and looks up at him smug "Peachy?" "No." "You call him Peachy, Moonflower?" "Irrelevant!" "Hey, Peachy, you don't mind if we switch places for a bit, do you?" "Not at all, mama needs to get laid" *tries to jump out of Mac's arms but he scrambles and holds on tighter like he's a shield from the sudden flirting, stuffed animal style* "OH my gods, STAHP!!!!"

Zhu bajie, for once, is happy to watch silently with the others, this is the best(non-life threatening) entertainment they've had in months. Even if he wants to laugh and cry at the same time, Big Brother sucks at flirting if this is as familiar to them as it looks, but it's WORKING. Why does Monkey get to (terribly)flirt, but Bajie had to give up his marriage?! That's not fair!

- @fruit-fight

Prev.

To further twist the knife, Zorua canonically transform into little kids, so they 100% could turn into little humanoid demons like they're the Shadowpeach's children.

The two Zorua kits are yipping at each other like siblings playing favourites. Moon likes Wukong more cus he's more understanding of Moon's quieter nature, and Peachy likes Macaque more cus fellow drama queens.

Peachy: "Mama Macaque likes me more!" Moon: "Only because you're a suck up!" Peachy: "I am not! Mama! He's being mean to me! MAMAAAA!!" Macaque, pretending he can't understand them: "How did I get into this?" (´°ω°`)

When Zhu Bajie starts complaining about Wukong getting to flirt, his Oinkologne-mom starts arguing at him, scolding him for his behaviour! Can't he see that these two boys are rekindling an old romance? Bajie sulks like a little kid sent into timeout when he tries back-talking her.

By the end of it Wukong and Macaque are begrudgingly on good terms like parents splitting custody of their fox children.

[mx-maledictus]

Wanted to draw some of my aspec OCs !!

(More character info under the cut)

Top left: Parli Bartholomew Pine (he/him) - transmasc nonbinary greyromantic/greysexual sorcerer from my wip that *really* needs a name. His fashion sense is akin to a grandma's carpet and that's fine.

Top right: William (Will) Garnier (he/they) - homoromantic asexual. Comes from a story with a lot of ghosty nonsense. In a relationship with one of the protagonists, Zach.

Bottom left: Kamari F. Carlyle (he/him) - this man got shoved off a cliff by his bestie, died, was resurrected by a sea deity, and then gets dragged into a prophecy. Morally questionable aroace icon 😭. From the same story as Parli; technically a protagonist but you know he's also sort of a cannibalistic serial killer so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ take that as you will. Also his color palette was NOT meant to match to aroace flag but this is also the character that ended up having the initials KFC so 😭😭. If you couldn't tell, I absolutely LOVE Carlyle.

Bottom right: Sean Grady Rickett (he/him) - His identity isn't really explicitly stated or important, but that's kind of why it's great. No one would guess, but I think demiromantic/demisexual definitely feels right for him. He is a member of the military during a war between humans and newly discovered fantasy-style humanoids. Little does his fellow soldiers know, Grady isn't entirely human himself. The scarf he always wears hides the fish-like scales and frills on his neck.

Okay I know all of these characters are guys but it's just easier for me to write masc-presenting characters, okay? Leave me alone.

Time to rant about random details of these characters' designs that I like because

Parli has really bad acne

Will has three little beauty mark/mole things on his face

Carlyle has a ton of scars

Grady has dimples

Fyityzlxöhxlhfjöxöjxöjxhöxlh I just love these characters

[katyahina]

Gascoigne's beast form stuff (ask reply)

@ anon I decided to respond in this blog instead of my personal/rambles one, hope this is ok!

(Model ripped by tokami-fuko on dA ( x ))

I think this is a fair suggestion that his transformation might go even further, especially considering the fact that he not only barely has any fur, but also his skin keeps its color! Beasthood has a consistent trend of making skin that unnatural grey color:

(LOVE that they bothered to give bestial hunter's normal form unnatural skin color too despite the fact that we can't see it in game! Sometimes their attention to detail is just.. something)

Amelia is probably the biggest pointer as we are clearly shown her human skin color on her hands in a cutscene.. In fact, arguably, Gascoigne is doing a bit better than average Huntsmen, or even better than the fellow Old Hunters (look at hostile Old Hunter mob and 'true' form of Bestial Hunter). He has been losing himself to the hunt and paranoia for a while now and finally lost it, but he doesn't have that much fur, his skin color didn't alter. (He also doesn't have horns unlike Cleric Beasts, Abhorrent Beasts and even Large Huntsmen, but these are not for all beasts so we don't have to count them!)

I think that Huntsmen are transforming gradually over time, consumed by blood and aggression, and their 'final' form is Scourge Beast type, when they become completely animalistic:

I think it is valid to believe that Gascoigne could transform even further, there are enough reasons to think so! He is still too humanoid, all things considered! I will just move onto my personal interpretation now!

The thing about Cleric Beast-leaning Gascoigne is a really great topic of discussion! He already was a 'Father' (as in, religious figure) in his homeland, so, a cleric! As for Yharnam life, not only he was with the Healing Church once and quit it, but also his transformation happens extremely abruptly, that we only saw with Amelia!

(Interviews: ( x ))

The thing about Cleric Beasts is that they're so horrible because they've been holding back for so long. I can imagine Gascoigne being the same, as someone struggling to hold back so much for his family. We just happen to meet him when he finally breaks, but the guy must have had a huge will power to last as much as he did. +Also, please correct me if this was debunked, but as someone who always uses hunter summons to examine their patterns I've noticed that Gascoigne is the only one who never even once uses Blood Vials? If this is intentional, it could be a further evidence of his self-restraint: avoiding consuming the blood being aware of its addicting properties!

But here is why personally I do not headcanon that Gascoigne could transform even further! Unlike average people that are turning gradually, with strongly self-restraining people whatever form they take when they finally break IS their inner beast, it its truest form! This IS already his "cleric beast" form.... And it is not all that big and scary or impressive, because HE didn't have as much evil to hold back as average clerics in Healing Church. One person's very worst won't be the same as another person's very worst, but I also think it psychologically "helped" him to waste some aggression in the hunt - something Laurence and Amelia didn't have!

He murdered and part of the dark urges would escape through it, but he did not hunt in the same unhinged way as Ludwig either, so he is not transforming into someone as big and scary as him. He is just helping people! Not to mention Viola helping him to calm down with the music box when he was forgetting himself in the hunt. Just the right balance between what impulses to restrain and what to unleash!

My personal headcanon is that he cut the ties with the Healing Church over its corruption and wish to self-isolate and abandon the hunt (with the exception of its own walls), leaving the citizens to fend for themselves and defaming Oedon Chapel to bury the "proper" hunt as a concept. He was a honest man with a sense of justice and could not stand resorting to safety and not doing anything to help... But he still had religious principles of self-restrain and patience internalized; if not Healing Church ones, then those of the Church in whatever country he came from! It is also why whereas I believe that Cheric Beast of the Bridge was a Healing Church hunter too, since he drops Sword Hunter badge, he certainly avoided the hunt except for maybe defending Amelia, and mostly participated indirectly as the commander. (Honorable mention: Henriett that did the same, because her clothes imitate Old Hunters' set and she is a summon against Healing Church bosses, but she has Church weapons).

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Thank you very much for an ask, it was interesting to think about and it helped me to shape my interpretation of the character better! He definitely has something in common with Cleric Beasts, but I just personally like to think that as a 'hold back and snap' kind of beast rather than 'gradually transforming' kind of beast, this IS his "worst"- Still very strong and fearsome, but far from how much evil the corrupt clerics held back! He is just a good boy!

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love Party

Kinky-mora!!

(So as I'd established, any versions of Helluva/Hazbin chars in my Kirishima and Krillin fics are versions of them in those universes and vice versa, hence why in Moxxie Love Vee's canon background and story are different as will be the case for certain other Owl House characters. Example some monsters and demons will be natives of Hell or Sinners, the more human or humanoid Boiling Isles witches humans, etc. So Kikimora's background is based off the fanart you'll see here of her and Lin and the basis for this story.)

In a place like Hell, it was what you'd make of it especially when you were a native born denizen and for Wrath imp Kikimora, she'd wanted the proverbial big city life of champagne wishes and caviar dreams so she'd abandoned her family to find work, potentially hoping for a job with one of the high class Ars Goetia. Though she tried, really she tried but between the brown-nosers and the backstabbers plus a series of failures, of which many were caused by her fellow co-workers were blamed on her, all it took was one straw too many for the camel's back and she was fired. Now dd that on top of being considered toxic to other imps and it wasn't long before she couldn’t find anymore work and was stuck with no other option but to try and return home only for her mother turned her away (in hindsight...she'd certainly burned some bridges the day she left home) which meant she was now jobless and risking being homeless . If she wanted back into the famill, well then she knew she would have to earn it which was how she came to her current status as of now, staying with her auntie Lin May at the Rough and Tumbleweed ranch helping out and about with chores and oddjobs as a farmhand.

It was going about as well as could be expected for her of course, Lin had taken it hard the most the day her niece ran off to try score it in the Big City so naturally, she was going to work her about as hard as they worked the Warhorses. Starting off by forcing Kiki to take a bath outside in an iron tub, insisting that she wasn't so much as allowed to set foot into the house without getting that City stink off of her, reminding her shortstack niece it was due time she remembered how to rough it and hoped the “little Kiki” she remembered was buried somewhere under this little brown nosing backstabbing wench. Never let it be said that Lin May couldn’t somehow be familial yet hold a grudge all at the same time as she was learning all too well first hand. Honestly like they say, you can choose your friends but you can’t choose family…

It was around this time that Moxxie and Millie arrived for their latest personal visit right as Lin had just finished giving her runt of a niece her bath (by imp standards especially, Kikimora was a definite runt), much to her delight and Kiki’s confusion. About as well as she could remember from phone calls and letters, she’d though Aunt Lin didn’t care much for her son in law and Uncle Joe had especially never been too flattering when it came to his disapproval of the city boy. Yet here was Millie him in tow for what she assumed was to help out around the farm, given Joe, Sally and the boys were out up around a further point of Wrath for some rodeo or something, she couldn’t remember but it still puzzled her all the same. All she knew for sure was come early morning (literally the crack of dawn!!), Lin would have her working like a mule but hey, least that freckled chump would suffer with her…now was it her imagination or did he squeeze Lin’s ass when she hugged him?

That night, in spite of thoughts of befuddlement and the long day of manual labour sure to lie ahead, Kikimora slept or rather tried which of course was pretty mission impossible and why you might ask? Might be because she was still awake, which was understandable due to heavy thudding and the sound of creaking bed springs among a few other noises which had her wondering if some local Wrath beast snuck in or something. Equal parts curious and frustrated, she’d decided to follows the enigmatic sounds, puzzled as to why they seemed to be coming from her aunt’s bedroom, her growing curiosity compelling her to peek through the narrow opening and well, one can only imagine how shocked she was tat she now found herself witnessing. Moxxie, the in-law city runt, taking her aunt Lin like a professional porn star as he fucked her there, deep and hard on her own marriage bed with the angle she had giving her a view of the lewd, intimate connection of Lin’s snatch getting stuffed, stretched and pounded by a slab of meat that’d make a warhorse look small…

Any questions the imp girl had as to what the fuck was even going on were becoming outweighed by her sudden accidental voyeurism induced arousal, which she didn't even follow through indulging as suddenly, Millie ambushed her from behind. Grabbing and pushing pushes her pintsized cousin in, which caused her mom and hubby to paise mid-rut at the unexpected interruption when she followed in and suggested that they should use Kiki's presence to make their night even more fun than it already was. Before her runt of a cousin knew what was even going on anymore (Seriously, Aunt Lin was having an affair with her city boy son-in law under her own damn roof and Cousin Millie was in on it?!!) that remarked seemed to be plenty of incentive for Lin to second that idea and the next thing Kiki knew, her world was getting rocked as that damn magnum packing city boy was now plowing her into the mattress but just right before she could get off, he suddenly stopped much to her frustration and confusion. Until of course Lin and Millie gave her an ultimatum. Either she does everything they say until her mama takes her back or Moxxie won’t get her off but if she does concede, then she can have him Barlow her back out as many times as she’d like, all her choice.

She thought about it…..for like a couple of nanoseconds because damnit all, she needed herself an orgasm or few to give her life a swift kick in the ass. But first thing’s first, the XXXpres ride to Satisfaction avenue in Bonetown and Moxxie was the conductor and soon as she made the smart choice, he wasted no time in obliging her. Kikimora soon feeling her shortstack (even by imp average standards) frame getting fucked deeper and harder than it had been moments prior. Her mind drowning in raw, overflowing ecstasy which washed away all her doubts, frustrations and worries as she began to feel like a whole new woman. So what if she didn’t make it in the big cities, screw every single brown nosing backstabbing kiss uo and suck uo who was clearly never going o be able to afford getting a lay this good!,

Sh wasn’t sure how many orgasms she had, how much time had passed before she’d soon found Lin and Millie joining them or when she’d lost consciousness. But she knew damn well for sure there was a good reason she woke up the next day feeling deliciously numb, sore and sticky all over..and finding out first hand just how much of a major case of morning wood Moxxie could get in the morning. Seriously was he a machine or part incubus or something because quite frankly, she could see how and why Millie married the guy, let alone the reason Lin was behaving so scandalously. Not that she was complaining mind you, what was another quickie before breakfast and a shower?!

After which of course the walking, talking Napoleon complex was wasting no time in keeping up her end of the deal, working twice as hard in dealing with her chores and odd jobs about the ranch. Much to Lin’s satisfaction of course, she had a feeling her son in law’ talented dick would make for a good motivator. She’d have to remember to give him her thanks later and Millie for timing their latest visit so well. There were definitely a few other wayward cousins like Kiki who could use proper guidance from Moxxie’s..tender, fucking care…..

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Stocking Stuffer

Moxxie was surprised when he got summoned to the mansion of the daemon sisters, it wasn't often they had him make a personal call directly like this compared to their usual occassional meet ups at one of Lust's many private hotels. But hey no reason to look a proverbial gift hellhorse in the mouth and suffice to say, he was even more shocked when he saw a bound and gagged blonde angel upon entering the estate. Said angel looked pissed and if those muffles were anything to go by, she was plenty foulmouthed about her current situation with his confusion increasing to see the Daemon sisters seated in their luxurious couch with another angel sitting in between the middle of them. The crimson skinned sisters smiling sensually his way as they calmly sipped their tea before they got around to explaining the context of just what exactly he had walked in on.

According to Scanty and Kneesocks, the angel in the middle, named Stocking (of all things...huh, was there a theme or pattern of some sorts?), was a spy for them in Heaven and was tasked with capturing the angel before them (Panty, yes seriously was there a theme? And she was her own sister apparently!!). And as a reward for doing such a good job, the duo decided the ideal treat would be the gift of a night of passion and ecstasy with him. As soon as they finished saying that and wished them to have some fun, they proceeded to take their leave and drag Panty off with them to do who only knows what, leaving the imp and the gothic angel alone. Stocking of course seemed rather disappointed, no doubt she’d likely been expecting something or someone better when Scanty and Kneesocks said she’d be given pleasure as a reward, after all Hell had hounds and incubi and yet she was getting this?

But a quick kiss from Moxxie (never one to disappoint a lady, naturally) that could only be called sweeter than cake changed her mind in no time at all. Which of course lead to them making out as they wasted no time in getting intimate, stripping one another naked and soon as Stocking feasted her eyes on that big Imp cock of his? Well now she could certainly see how this was her reward with the sweet toothed goth loli angel proceeding to orally worship it with a deepthroating, sloppy blowjob, sucking snd blowing on that length and girth with abandon. Far as she was concerned, this was a cock worth selling Heaven out for and any bitch angel would give into temptation…..

Naturally the masochistic, gothic angel with a sweet tooth had wasted no time in wanting orally service such a fine slab of meat before her but oooh you can't even begin to fathom the intense orgasms she felt deepthroating it so skillfully that it got Moxxie riled up to a point of facefucking her deep and hard. Her mouth and throat being stuffed balls deep with inches of sexually suffocating length and girth dazzling and tantalizing her tasebuds yet this experience was but a preview of what awaited her sooner rather than later as she began to truly enjoy her reward. Soon came the moment her moans were echoing throughout the manor with wanton abandon, the few words or sentences forming from her mouth being remarks like urges for the imp to fuck her harder or calling him "Daddy" and for him to make her his pretty little angel bitch. All the while he was pumping that cock of his with full sexual force, making her tits bounce and her asscheeks clap while giving her a hands on demonstration of the Kama Sutra, imp style.......

But of course little did the angel and imp know that Scanty and Kneesocks were getting a fine view of the show in their security monitor room, thanks to the well placed hidden cameras they had all over, transmitting every second of this passionate taboo rut and ooh were the two loving every second of it. More so since they had Panty all bound and gagged, set up in such a way as to truly tantalise her by having her be forced to watch her sister get it on with what had to the biggest, meatiest, bitch pleasing cock she'd ever laid her slutty eyes...and she couldn't even get off on it much less enjoy it!! It didn't help the Daemon sisters decided to really rub in the salt and lemon juice to the wounds by later join Stocking and triple their Imp daddy's pleasure and fun while leaving Panty to continue getting blue-beaned at being denied a piece of the fun. You can imagine if she was loose, she'd be unleashing some majorly pent-up frustration but alas, here she was unable to do nothing more than watch her backstabbing sister get rewarded...lucky bitch!!!

How she hated it, death or doing time in the Exorcist corps under that douche Adam and that uptight bitch Lute would be way more preferable to this clamblocking torture!! It was unbearable watching Stocking get it downward dog or seeing Scanty and Kneesocks make out in the midst of a reverse spitroast. Or seeing them take turns getting facefucked in turn while they conducted a three way blowjob on that big red imp cock, seriously how was he still so hard with many times he’d busted a nut? Was it any wonder Stocking sold out for this, the lucky traitorous ho?m,

When it was all said and done of course, after a little afterglow snuggling, the Daemon sisters wasted no time in treating their precious little fallen angel underling and their imp daddy to a little aftercare spa session. Nothing but the finest quality pampering for those two after all before sending Moxxie back in his way with a little generous payday bonus and a copy of the video footage for his and Millie’s enjoyment of course. Already missing him but certainly anticipating their next little personal sessions of intimacy all the more, after all absence makes the heart grow fonder. Which Stocking could more than understand of course, one marathon and she was pretty much as hooked on that dick as she was on sweets…

Speaking of the fallen Angel, it wasn’t long for her to adapt to her her life and role in hell as the Daemon sisters’ personal maid and assassin (it helped she had the skills and fashion sense for it, certainly). Paid quite generously of course in sweets and money alike as well as access to Scanty and Kneesocks’ library of Skullfuck movies and yes, she very quickly became a Mysterious M fan. More so whenever the three decided to use them as a means to further torment and taunt Panty with more blue beaning. Why kill her when this was such a fitting Hell for her after all…….

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The imp and The candle...thick?!!

In one universe, Hekapoo was known among the denizens of planet Mewni, mewman and monster alike as a figure of fear and respect, the maker and dispenser of unique tools like scissors which could allow one to literally tear open portals into other dimensions. Including her own personal home one, where time passed far faster than most and in this hectic world home to a chaotic version of Hell and Heaven that somehow allows the likes of a douchebag like Adam in, that was more or less the same. In this case she was a demonic-like entity who existed in the boundaries between Hell, Heaven and the plain that housed Purgatory and Limbo, putting her on par with the Inferno's powerscale which put her up there with the Ars Goetia and the highest ranked overlords...but a few levels of steps below the Sin Kings. In short, she was a chill gal who'd been alive a long ass time and was not someone you wanted to fuck around with.

And of course this walking candlestick or should I say candle-thick because goddamn she had it going on, had a few issues with being as long lived as she was. Mostly and mainly was the fact that she was bored and when she got bored, she got mischievous especially when she had any good excuse to go find a way to kill the boredom. Case in point was why she decided to grace Imp city with her presence which of course was making sinner and hellborn demon alike either turn heads and drop jaws at that junk in the trunk...or react with varying levels and degrees of panic because Eff'in Hekapoo herself was in the goddamn neighbourhood!! Her target in sight as she came upon the highrise that was home host to the office if IMP....yyyeah you guessed it, Blitzo poked the bear.....and the bear wanted to maul his horny little ass.

You see, a good way's a while back before he'd opted for Stolas' grimoire and later was gifted an Asmodean crystal by the former Goetian prince, IMP's manic drama queen disaster of a boss had attempted to...."borrow" one Heka's dimensional scissors. It went about as well as you'd expect and quite frankly, Blitz was lucky the walking candle-thick entity hadn't opted make the rest of his body match his burn marks. But suffice to say, she never forgot and unless Blitz could seriously bullshit his way out, she was certainly in no mood to forgive as she made her way to the floor their office was located in and barged right in through the door. Only to get quite the surprise as she walked right in on none other than Moxxie and Millie going right at it like the forever honeymooners they were, taking advantage of a rare moment in having the office to themselves....and the sight of that quite impressive imp cock balls deep in the Wrath shortstack pretty much made Heka forget why she'd originally come here....yet found something much better....

Now any confusion or shock Moxxie would've had in regards to the sudden and oh so very unexpected arrival and presence of Hekapoo would be understandable if it wasn't for the fact he didn't really have time to dwell on it. Mainly because his train of thought got quickly derailed when the thicc, albino-like redhead hottie was soon swarming him and his wife with not just her sexy naked body but a whole swarm of her own magical clones. About a baker's dozen or so worth and Millie wasn't complaining, not when when about half of them were keeping her company as they made out with her or took turns playing with her tits and eating her eat and oh to say nothing of the view she had. With the other half of Heka-clones assaulting Moxxie with pleasure as they were giving him deep, sloppy kisses amidst taking turns deepthroating his cock or jerking it off with their big, perky tits or their gloriously juicy ass or those thick, luscious thighs (Seriously, whoever made Hekapoo broke the damn mold!!).

Heka of course couldn't get enough of it, every groan and sound coaxed out of Moxxie music to her ears and to say nothing of the scent and taste of his far above average imp cock. The pulse and twitch of his length and girth between sandwiched between her thighs or her asscheeks or being smothered by her glorious tits and oooh the tastebuds being bedazzled on her tongue by that hot cream of his. And oh to say nothing of his stamina and staying power, the little dude had more than impressed her being able to even stay conscious let alone keep his dick still so stiff and down to fuck and oral besides, it hadn't gotten to the main event yet!! So of course she and her clone army wasted little to no time in getting right to it as they took turns mounting the imp, who was seriously quite a little love machine in spite of being out numbered,…..

Oh what a sight Millie beheld with voyeuristic glee as she watched her man give it to Heka and little clone hoard, enduring her thicc, sexy frame riding every inch of his piston pumping cock balls deep. Cowgirl, doggy, missionary and that was just the postions one on one whenever they didn't try two to 3 on one and it was becoming difficult to keep track of who was the real one or one of her copies. Especially whenever she made a new one when one snuffed out of existence from the intense orgasms the imp daddy gave them and only seemed to further fuel Heka's already skyhigh lust, if the bright burning flame between her horns was any indication. If anything, it made her want to take the imp back to her home dimensions where they could really have some fun together.......and thanks to the differences in time between there and Hell, ooooh they could take their sweet time....

It was quite sometime before the marathon with what could only be called a 2 imp one woman army orgy finally reached its end, with Moxxie and Millie laying beside each other, sticky, naked and in their own bed as Hekapoo, somehow still standing and walking, had used one of her interdimensional scissors to drop them back to their apartment (Having found their address via their IDs in their wallets as she dropped their clothes along with them en route). Leaving them with sweet dreams, a wink and a smile and a little post it with her contact details, thanking them for a wonderful time and promising more fun on her personal playground..with all the time in the world to enjoy one another. As well as any other sexy friends they had who might enjoy just as much a good time of course and you can bet the pair for a while would wonder if it had all been just some very lucid fantasy...'til they saw her note of course. After all, wasn't every day THE Hekapoo came your way unless you or someone you know crossed her....which of course had them wondering just what the eff Blitz had done to do so because come on, Loona may be surly but she wasn't stupid so of course no way was she the guilty party!!

Speaking of IMP's charismatic yet recklessly eccentric walking disaster of a boss, Blitz had actually taken the day off from work today and forgotten to let the M&M duo know...and the reason why? Call it a rare case of sixth sense and self preservation kicking in, warning him that today was no a day for him to go to the office but he'd still like to know why exactly even as he and Stolas were on the couch watching some movies. Only to blink as a portal opened up with Hekapoo reaching her arm out, doing a little hand motion trick right out of the 3 stooges, proceeding to slap him twice on each cheek for good measure. Soon as she withdrew and the portal closed, Blitz overcame his stunned sense of befuddlement before he put two and two together and realized who that'd been and why....he wasn't sure how but he knew...he actually got off lucky, seemed Heka had been in a good mood (Gee, wonder why?).

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Jackie's Dose of Mox

Jackie Lynn Thomas, for those who knew her personally, knew she was a pretty chill girl who could kick back and enjoy most anything she was doing and anywhere she was at. But even in spite of currently being at this beach rave, she was having trouble getting into the party mood and why you might ask was as cliche as it'd sound. Long story short, it had to do with a recent, previous break up and some issues involving moving on, which she was certainly having some trouble doing. That was until she'd gotten a message from a friend online that she'd been confiding in, who of had of course had an idea to cheer up and recommended a certain ritual.

Now, Jackie was skeptical at first, naturally, devil summoning for an easy no strings attached fling and no consequences for her own immortal soul, there had to be a catch, right?! But she was friends with a an actual, legit magical princess from another dimension so what the hey, why not she thought as she opened the link and after returning to her motel room for some privacy and after a quick little shopping trip, prepared the ritual per its directions and instructions. It was timely but the set up was said to be all well worth it as she soon performed and conducted the summoning, awaiting the results with some admitted anticipation (It'd been a while since she'd even been casually intimate after all, before and after the break-up). She figured with all the effort being put into this, it was fair she should be expecting something like a demonic biker or maybe some suave gentle-demon Lothario or Fabio so you cani magine her surprise when Moxxie appeared in front of her, floating in mid-air, apparently having been reading a book before falling to the ground as gravity took its hold on him....

Now Jackie wasn't disappointed mind you, rather She was just caught off guard by the cuteness of the imp before her....like seriously, how could somebody from Hell of all places seem so cuddly and adorable?! The freckled imp meantime had picked up himself up off of the floor and cleaned himself up a bit, figuring best to salvage first impressions as he introduced himself though granted he was caught a little off guard now that he got a good look at the college girl (and hot damn was she a knokout, all that surfing and skating had especially made one toned, thicc hottie). It wasn't long however before both came to their senses as Jackie introduced herself in turn and they got to talking briefly, getting to know one another better before the freckled, tanned blonde decided to finally bite the bullet, asking Moxxie if he wanted to have some fun...as in the kind that involved herself, him and a little game of adult Twister on her motel bed. The little sweetheart imp’s response to which was to simply kiss her, stunning the chill girl as she experienced first hand a liplock that was making actually feel like she'd have a damn orgasm, naturally leading to them making out as she pulled the rather gifted little romantic into her embrace and fall right back onto the bed with him....and oooh it was....magical....

Jackie had wasted no time in filling her motel room with her deep, passionate moans of lust and ecstasy as she was riding Moxxie like a rodeo bull, feeling higher than any skate ramp or tidal wave and oooh did the imp really showed that he liked, no LOVED what he was seeing...with full sexual force. The imp of course certainly demonstrating that he was no slouch either with his hands or his sweet little silver tongued mouth to the skater girl and of course how he was paying a lot of attention to her voluptuous booty. Jackie even taking the time to show her appreciation for his attention and sensual efforts by getting off him at one point to twerk her big meaty thunderbuns for him before using those booty cheeks to stroke and massage that big imp cock of his. Her delight and arousal only increasing at seeing he was still hard and good to go even after coating her ass and backside with a nice generous glaze coating....no doubt about it, they were only just getting started.

But of course Jackie certainly wasn't in any hurry for it to end, feeling so glad she'd opted for an bigger, taller candle for the necessary Master one per the Ritual's instructions, wanting Moxxie to keep rocking her world even if her body couldn't keep up. Yet even with all the orgasms he was giving her, rather than just use her like his own personal cocksleeve (Which far as she was concerned, he'd more than earned a right to do so), he was more concerned with and focused on her pleasure and hers alone. His own gratification was low priority, a bonus at least, compared to making sweet, passionate and sensual love to what he considered a work of art in her thicc, sexy frame. Getting the best lay she never experienced even in her lewdest wet dreams was one thing but to think she'd actually find herself falling in love with a guy like this...but she sure as well wasn't complaining as she relished being in his tender loving embrace, expressing her intensifying fondness and attraction with deep, passionate kisses and clasping hands whenever the moment presented itself....

It was thing to have a fling but to think she'd actually be experiencing love at first sight and fuck, now there was a girls gone wild story for you there. The streaked blonde babe gladly riding the momentum of passion and ecstasy much as she would grinding at a skate park or surfing a wave as she gave herself in mind, heart, body and soul to the cute little best kept secret in Hell. Time passing by for them both with seconds into minutes becoming hours, orgasm after orgasm and position after position, not minding the palm prints on her luscious booty cheeks or the hickies he was giving her. What better way to show she was being marked and claimed as his, far as she was concerned...though a tattoo would be pretty nice, she couldn't help but think, maybe a tramp stamp or a womb brand.....leaving that train of thought aside as she continued to go at it with her unofficial new man in her life in making her all his....

After a few rounds, it was well long into the twilight hours of the night before the two settled in and fall asleep amidst the sweat and juice soaked bedsheets. The lovely Ms.LT feeling serene and content as she snuggled and held him close to her, snug and safe in the wamrth of the afterglow of their mutual lust while she dreamt sweet, sexy dreams. Naturally she was quite sad when she woke up in the morning to no Moxxie in her presence, just her naked self alone in the room but her mood brightened as she found his calling card, a soft sensual smile on her face as she saw the personal message and his contact details, such a gentleman...and such a beast. She could only hope she didn't keep herself waiting too long for the next time she wanted to see him again...because hot damn, that dick was well, addictive...

Before she could see to having herself a nice warm shower (along with a little self love session remembering the previous night's events), she suddenly then found herself messaged by an unknown number on her cellphone (remembering she'd had it running a secret stream in secret to the friend who said it was a little must do of sorts when doing the ritual) who says she knows a few other who've had a ride on the Moxxie express. Ensuring her she was in good company among fellow women of taste and culture as she was extended an offer to join the ‘Cult of the Red Possum’ which triggered a bit of irony given how her hometown had bad blood and history with possums. Now one would think you should be wary about joining an a cult of any sort, obviously but Jackie always had something of a sixth sense or women's intuition and it was telling her she could trust this. Besides which, if it meant a chance at getting to see her new imp daddy again sooner than later, well she saw no reason to say no....especially if they happened to also be open to the ideas of tattoos as marks of devotion of course.....

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Otter with a darkside eh?!

Luz was....a lot of things to some people, what you might call weird, eccentric, excitable, creative, a bit of a nerd, the sort of terms and phrases that come to mind. But to say she was something like one very kinky horny bitch was something most wouldn't say would be the first thought in that line of thinking but well, ever since that night of spicy passion, just watching Moxxie rock Amity with some sweet, hot rut? It had awakened something within Luz and the Columbian Wiccan loved it, every single moment of orgasmic bliss on Amity's beautiful face, the sweat on her body and the melody of her moans as that cute yet so virile possum sunk every inch of that slab of baby making meat balls deep into her snatch. Luz Noceda was a pervert, she knew it, she loved it....and she wanted more than to just watch the next time around.

So of course there she was in her room with her violet haired girlfriend as they had just finished setting up the usual requirements for the Ritual, as most came to refer to within a rather peculiar little social circle (some rumours say they went under a banner known as the Order/Cult/Church of the Crimson Possum). With the addition of a hidden camera set up to stream this little pending intimate encounter in all its spicy glory and Luz could hardly contain herself, giddy with anticipation just remembering the taste of that demon seed as she ate it out of her girlfriend's pretty little pussy. So with her anticipation and arousal alike increasing, the feisty otaku girl and her lover got right down to business and conducted the chant and awaited the natural end result of the usual infernal smoke and mirror show. Suffice to say, they got quite the surprise before them when it all finally cleared up...and they certainly weren't complaining to say the least.

There was Moxxie, naturally, horns, freckles and all, currently naked and in the midst of rutting balls deep, doggy style into a sexy tanned blonde who the couple managed to recognize as none other than Verosika effin' Mayday!! As it so happened, around the time they were calling the imp up, he'd been in the middle of some one on one quality time with the secret succubus popstar for one of her favourite roleplay scenarios with him (a naive, eager up and coming rookie star being tempted to give herself mind, body and soul to a sly devil for fame and fortune). But far as Luz and Amity could assume, the shock and awe at finding out Verosika was getting jiggy with a demon was quite the bit of fuel to the fire of lust.....while poor Moxxie was feeling like a deer in the headlights being called up in the act of a little erotic intimacy. Verosika on the other hand, overcame her own state of befuddlement to find herself a chance to enjoy some of her lover boy's fun with some living world hotties...and what the hey, she never could turn a chance to give her fans much more than just an autograph....

Which was how Amity found herself howling in orgasmic ecstasy as the succubus in disguise was now eating her out, making Luz's girlfriend putty in her hands all the while the lovely little Ms.Noceda was giving them quite the show. By having Moxxie rail and plow her, deep, fast and hard as she was in the downward dog position, her arms and legs shaking as she struggled to maintain the strength in them which was a challenge. Especially when you had a horny little possum mounting atop you and plowing his quite powerful little pelvis hard enough to make her perky, bubbly Columbian booty cheeks clap and jiggle with every balls deep impact of his jackhammering imp cock. Luz knew it'd be quite the difference seeing this thing smash Amity and experiencing it first hand for herself but hot damn not even her biggest toys had ever made her feel this damn good!!

The parts of her brain not busy being drowned in ecstasy were of course hoping the camera was getting some good shots because from what she could see in the mirror of her closet doors, she didn't think she could feel any hotter or sexier than she was right now as she laid front flat on her bed while Moxxie was fucking her prone bone style. His pelvis a blur as he pumped and thrust against the cushioning softness of her perky asscheeks while she bit and grasped the sheets, all the while Amity was a few feet away from her in the midst of a hot and heavy 69 with Verosika. Getting quite a taste of the popstar's love juices all the while she herself gave back in turn showing she could do more with that mouth of hers than just sing and flirt. And somehow, it could only get better and hotter from even this point on, as Luz soon felt her brain go numb from yet another orgasm, having been unable to keep count but the times Moxxie would bust inside her, well, different story......

Oh of course Luz knew it'd be even spicier if her girlfriend got involved but seems Verosika was quite skilled at running interference via keeping Amity on the ropes with how she knew her way around another woman's body. She and her lover would have to remember to see about getting a repeat performance in the future that'd have a little swinging involved because hot damn she was feeling as motivated as she was horny!! Every orgasm Moxxie delivered to her fuel being poured on the fire of inspiration within her as he kept at it like the relentless little love machine he was. This ritual may not be costing them their souls but it'd sure as hey feel like they were paying a big price and it was worth every hot and sexy penny!!

When it was all finally said and done, Luz and Amity laid beside each other in a very sweaty, sticky and deliciously sore heap with the former soaked and overflowing with Moxxie's hot, creamy manjuices while Amity was covered in black lipstick kisses and bite marks. The popstar and her little demon love machine master (They assumed, based their impression on how the pair were and all.) having since taken their leave back to Hell. But not before Verosika provided them an autographed 8x10 as thanks for a lovely time from some very devoted fans and looking forward to next time around, sooner rather than later. Suffice to say, the implications along with the lingering succubus pheromones was enough to get the 2 Wiccan girlfriends frisky and re-energized for some one on one time, which was all well and good for Amity as she wanted to return the favour to Luz for eating her eat and licking her clean of that hot, thick baby batter....

You can certainly bet they were even more aroused when they watched the video later on, to say nothing of the comments from the forum where Amity's brother and sister got this summoning ritual from. Its members of course welcoming the duo into what they found was quite the vast, wide branched collective. Call it a church, a cult or in their case, a coven but one thing was clear...they were all down for being wild in the passionate embrace of their Crimson Possum and as such, it was an unspoken rule that they had to spread it around and get new recruits. Which gave Luz plenty of ideas as she knew a gal pal or two who'd looooooooove some Vitamin Moxxie in their lives to brighten their day...and spice up their night. As one, her and her lover were on he same wavelength as they knew just the cute little botanist in their Wiccan club to start with......just a matter of getting sweet, lovely Willow on board....

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Town of Puddle: Vampires

Last updated 08/14/2023

In the world of Puddle, vampire is a catch-all term for any humanoid creature that needs to consume something from a human to survive - usually human flesh or blood, but some subsist on other things such as emotions, dreams, etc. The most common vampire is the classic undead vampire. Vampires are usually immortal or very long-lived. 

While vampires are thought to have any number of origins, there is in fact one singular origin from which they descend. The first vampires were nephilim, the children of the demon Asherah and the angel Rapha. Asherah was the queen of a kingdom named Hell. Tales of this kingdom and her rule would pass through the ages and become distorted into mythology. Rapha was an angel of blood with a terrible hunger his children would inherit. Both are long dead and gone, but their influence on their descendants lingers. Common vampiric powers, such as glamours and shapeshifting, come from these ancient ancestors.

Asherah and Rapha’s children were destined to rule, for a time anyway, over all corners of the earth. Some were more suited to the forests or mountains or cities, others to the sea or even the skies. These first vampires would eventually give rise to all the different types of vampires we see today.

The kingdoms of vampires were matriarchal, modeled after Asherah’s own kingdom. Matriarchs are a special type of vampire suited to rule, and childbirth. Mundane vampires have difficulty bearing children, most being completely infertile. Natural-born vampires are thus rare but not unheard of. Most vampires nowadays are turned, from human to vampire as other creatures are immune or will simply die to vampirism.

A childe (plural, childer) is a vampire that has been turned by another, who is their sire. One of the few remaining widespread cultural norms for vampires, is that a sire has some degree of responsibility for their childer shortly after they are turned, and it is good practice to teach them local vampire rules, history, and etiquette.

While most vampires prefer solitary existences, many vampires form groups for mutual support. These groups often vie for power in shadowy undergrounds that exist away from human eyes. A vampire group might be called a gang, a pack, or a coven.

Below are my named vampires so far. If you’re curious about even more, @wyrmzier also has their own Puddle vampire characters you can ask about.

Vivian Moon used to be human, but she was turned into a vampire. She is like a siphonophore, a colony inhabiting a human form. Because she is a colony of organisms she can survive grave injuries or even dismemberment, for short periods of time. When her limbs are separated from her body they have their own intelligence, like an octopus’s. Vivian works as a forensic consultant for a special precinct dedicated to investigating monster-related crimes. 

Ethel Stone is Vivian’s friend in City Hall, who keeps her informed of political goings-on and secretly helps out her fellow vampires. Ethel is a lamprey vampire.

Teutho Melua is a vampiric pirate captain with a love of theatrics and parties. He is Vivian and Mordecai’s sire. Teutho is initially very narcissistic and bloodthirsty, but after some character development he becomes slightly less narcissistic. He is still bloodthirsty.

Mordecai Esadze is Teutho’s first mate. He is dark, serious, and grumpy, to balance Teutho’s more flashy personality. Mordecai is responsible and secretly more of a softie than he lets on.

Adelaide is Mordecai’s childe, his only one. As a human she sought the change, vampires call these sorts of humans “bite-chasers.” Now she manages a modest network of underground clubs and casinos, and in her spare time enjoys breeding snakes.

Lilian Heather is the adopted daughter of Samuel, and an up-and-coming actress.

Melanthios is an ancient vampire, thousands of years old and now more monstrous than humanoid. He is Menodora’s mate.

Malakos was the youngest of Menodora’s children, a cruel and egotistical vampire who controlled a small criminal empire on the Black Sea. He was Teutho’s sire, and was killed by Teutho and Mordecai.

Hyacinth is another of Malakos's childer, who pursues Teutho for a time.

Chise is Vivian’s mother, a bakeneko vampire. She abandoned Vivian at a young age, leaving her with no knowledge of her heritage.

Lycan was an ancient vampire, a child of Rapha and Asherah. His pursuit of a cure for vampirism led to the creation of werewolves.

Felisity is an ancient cat vampire, and a Matriarch. She was a queen of a small kingdom and was worshipped as an aspect of the goddess Bastet for many years, but eventually was dethroned and went into hiding.