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kiame-sama · 20 days ago

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I have a question about the hae boys including Robin. What are their favorite foods.

Warnings: HAE Monster-men fav foods under cut, occasional mature themes throughout, the foodies of the group make themselves known,

Anything the Human makes ESPECIALLY ice-cream. If the Human didn't make it or he didn't hunt it, he doesn't want it. He will BEGRUDGINGLY eat the 'food' Lilia 'makes' because he loves Lilia as his father. When it comes to the ice-cream the Human can create, he will purr and flutter his wings getting even one little taste of the sweet treat. The cold soothes his own internal fire and cools down his body when he is heated, so he adores the sweet and cold treat.

Everything. Sebek is a bottomless pit of a crocodile-dog and he will inhale any food left near him. He has a voracious appetite and tastes to match. Sebek will be even more excited to eat if it is something that Malleus or the Human has created.

Silver actually likes nuts and berries more than the others. He will happily feast on anything the Human makes including nuts and berries, particularly fond of nut bread and fruit tarts.

Blood. Lilia is a Vampire Bat and needs blood for his diet to be considered balanced. He is mostly fond of the Human's blood but will settle for Sebek or Silver's blood if he has no choice. He also adores any red drink (tomato juice, red wine, strawberry juice, pomegranate juice). If it is red/orange-red, Lilia wants it.

Meat. Epel LOVES meat. Plants- especially trees- are voracious when it comes to meats and even bones. Bury something under a tree, and the tree will devour it and crack open bones to get to the marrow. Epel is a Cloud Apple Tree Nymph, he adores meats and will happily consume any meat left out for him.

Rook loves wild-game. If he can hunt it, he will happily bring it to the Human to cook it for him. From boar, to bears, to deer, Rook wants to hunt and enjoy the fruits of his labor. He is a Golden Huntsman and loves the thrill of the chase, getting to sink his teeth into his prey is just an added bonus to him. He will either dine on a fresh kill or request the Human cooks something with it. The Human won't even have to clean or cut the kill, just prepare the meat Rook gives them. He can eat domestic meats (cows, chickens, sheep, ect) but he prefers the gaminess of wild caught prey.

Smoothies. Ever since the Human introduced Vil to smoothies, he has been obsessed with them. He is half Peacock harpy, half Hummingbird Harpy, and the Hummingbird side of him is aggressive about nectar/sweet sugar water. The combination of fruits with sugar water makes Vil obsessed with the easy to drink smoothies that the Human has introduced to him. He is tempted to pay Idia for a blender for his own use, but would like the Human to teach him how to use them.

He likes traditional 'Human food', so basically anything that is cooked. He grew up with the Granddaddy of all Human protectors and Hades knows how to cook with the best of them. Anything the Human can create using his inventions will be happily consumed by the Shinigami.

Ortho is young and has a more delicate diet due to his injuries. Nothing too spicy and nothing too fatty is ideal for little Ortho. He has a particular fondness for sweets and steamed veggies.

Jade is partial to mushrooms. Before he met the Human, he would eat them uncooked and also force the mushrooms into Floyd's mouth to make his twin try them as well. Jade ADORES mycelia and various fungus. Once he encountered the Human, whatever the human makes using mushrooms has his heart. The first time he got to sample the soup the Human made almost made him cry out in bliss from how much he enjoyed it.

Floyd likes Octopus. Cooked, raw, doesn't matter. He is hoping- not so subtly- that Azul severs his tentacles to give to the Human to cook. He will weep in joy is the Human ever makes Takoyaki.

Fried Chicken. Azul nearly squealed and orgasmed when he finally got a hold of the fried chicken the Human made that one day. He could live the rest of his life eating it and he would never be bored. Anything fried has his attention, but fried chicken has his heart.

Spicy food. Jamil can't taste spice very well due to being a Naga, so he loads the food he makes with spices until he can taste it, which makes it almost impossible to eat for anyone excepting Kalim, other Naga, and Harpies. He loves loading up what he cooks with spice so he can sample and flavor the spicy foods as he wishes. Most other species can't handle the level of pure capsaicin he puts into what he cooks.

Kalim just likes to eat. He doesn't need to actually eat as he subsists off of the residual magic others let off in daily life, so he eats simply for the pleasure of eating. He is more fond of toothsome textures as opposed to soft mushy textures, but he is happy to eat anything at least once.

Donuts. Though Ruggie is a foodie and a bottomless pit who will eat anything that isn't actively rotting, he has a soft spot for the donuts the Human made for him. With icing or without, he doesn't care, he just loves a good and soft yeasty donut to sink his teeth into.

Meats. His preference is any kinds of meats the Human cooks (bacon especially), but he will just as happily eat raw meats of any kind. Leona is an obligate carnivore, so meat is important to him.

Jack likes fruits, surprisingly. He is more partial to the subtler fruits such as apples and pears over the citrus of other fruits. He does not like grapes and will start hacking if given a grape. Jack will easily put down an entire table of fruits if allowed to feast.

Ace likes leafy veggies more than other foods, from kale to lettuce, ace is happy to pack down whatever he can get his mouth on. He is not particularly picky when it comes to foods, and will attempt to eat things presented to him. He does not like eating bugs.

Deuce is partial to eggs. Raw eggs, egg shells, eggs the Human cooks, anything that includes eggs in them. He prefers bird eggs, but will settle for Lizard eggs or fish eggs if available.

Cater likes anything savory, especially if it has a bit of salt in it. If it is sweet, he isn't too fond of it, but will still eat it begrudgingly. He is more partial to meats given their inherently savory flavors, enjoying oysters, fish, critters that get too close to the water, whatever he can fit in his mouth when it comes to savory foods. He is particularly fond of the soups and broths the Human cooks up.

Bakery goods. Trey comes from a family of artisans who practice the sought out arts of baking. Though it is a dying form of art- as is most culinary practices thanks to the extinction of Humans- he has learned how to bake from his parents. He is more partial to sweets he can create and whole grain nut-breads.

Riddle is absolutely whipped for sweet bakery goods. Tarts, pies, sweet-breads, cake, all of the above is his favorite. He especially likes when they are warm and fluffy.

Neige likes seeds and nuts, similar to regular Mourning Doves. He is more fond of those already shelled nuts so he doesn't have to take time to crack them open, but roasted nuts will have him singing and posturing happily.

Che'nya likes warm foods, specifically warm meat. Be it raw or cooked, Che'nya likes the savory flavors. If it is cold, he doesn't want it. Warm breads that Trey makes, warm prey that he just killed, warm soups that the Human has made, he is a happy and purring Bakeneko. He also has a particular fondness for alcohols thanks to the warming sensation of alcohol and his Kitsune heritage.

Jasper is another obligate carnivore who enjoys meats. Jasper in particular enjoys eating reptiles. His particular interest is venomous snakes, as they are a high reward item to him and he likes the toughness of the meat itself. Beyond meats, Jasper is very fond of fruits like Durian and cactus pears.

Robin LOVES to eat rabbit meat. Either a rabbit he caught himself or a rabbit he has stolen from the larger predatorial species. He often steals meats from the Night Raven students, as he is an opportunistic feeder and will take anything he can grab if there is a chance he could have a quick snack and get away with it. Because it is so difficult to catch Robin in the act of thievery, he usually gets away with whatever he can take from others. Rabbit is his favorite though and he will go out of his way to catch rabbits to dine on.

Alistair likes to eat fruit tarts, mainly blueberry or strawberry tarts. He has a near insatiable sweet-tooth and will snack on sweet treats late at night if left to his own devices. As he is a royal, he has a castle full of artisans who are masters of their dying culinary crafts, so he has a more refined palette when it comes to baked goods. He especially likes grapes.

Kida is more fond of herbs such as lavender or mint. He doesn't need to eat as much as others given his status as an Air Nymph, but he is partial to the herbs that he can find growing around Sage island. He can eat if he feels so inclined, and he will be thrilled if these foods include mint, spearmint, and other such herbs. Kida also has a fondness for alcohol as he is Fae and has an extremely high tolerance for alcohol.

Rollo likes cheeses and grapes. Though he often avoids anything too liquid in composition due to being a Fire Nymph, he LOVES grapes and the cheeses that the artisans of Fleur city create. Given Noble Bell College is located in Fleur City, he has great access to these highly valued goods as the city itself is known as a hub for cheese and wine makers, being the primary exporter of such goods to the rest of the Shaftlands. Rollo has a particular fondness for red grapes over white, purple, black, or amber grapes. He thinks the red ones are sweeter and have a proper amount of tart to them that make their flavor profile more appealing to nibble on.

Anything and everything. He adores the food the Human cooks, but he grew up eating whatever he could get his paws on, rocks included. As a Hellcat he can digest things others typically can't, such as rocks, tree bark, and bones. He prefers whatever the Human cooks over anything else and will happily accept any food given to him by the Human.

Human foods. Anything Humans created is his favorite. He learned from his own sect of Humans how to cook and how to season things the way they did, so he keeps that art alive in his own day to day meals. He doesn't need to eat very much as he is technically not a living being, but he does adore the foods Humans crated before their untimely end.

Clay is an omnivore and an opportunistic feeder. Due to being a bounty hunter, Clay has very little time to stop and enjoy a meal, so most of what he eats is while he is traveling or whatever he can scrounge up. From insects, to birds, to small mammals, to fruits, to veggies, to nuts and seeds, anything he can eat will be consumed. He doesn't have a favorite food as he has never really taken the time to figure out what he prefers. In his mind he eats to live, not lives to eat. Where he does enjoy food- especially the foods that Hades and the Human cook up- but he has never taken the time to figure out what he prefers. He can't afford to be picky when hunting Poachers and Ferals in hostile environments. He'll even eat flowers.

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sergle · 2 months ago

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If you had unlimited funds for an exotic pet(s), what do you think you'd choose? Like I'd want a fox, even tho that's kinda basic imo. An octopus would be cool too

ohhh... okay let's think about this. the only factor being changed is my access to money, everything else about the scenario would still have to be grounded in reality, not a Fantasy Scenario. because my fantasy scenario would be that I have a tiger. a big beautiful tiger. and he would love me very much and we would go on walks and I would get a king sized bed so he could sleep next to me. Option two is that I would swing the other way, go for an animal right at my fingertips, and find a way to get a baby raccoon. I can see this for me... I love a raccoon... or perhaps a skunk......... BUT because I'm actually very boring at my core, if I had unlimited money, I'm probably going to just be going after some expensive versions of the basics: cats and dogs, lmao. I would just be picking from the already-available breeds, but this time, with no concerns for money. I could get a high energy breed, maybe, because the newfound money would give me the ability to own some fucking horse property or something like that, to run them around on. here's the situation. I have a lot of dog breeds that I sigh longingly for. I want another golden. I have strong feelings about poms and dachshunds. but also. GOD. I would love to have an Irish Setter.

also I want a collie OR a sheltie. I want a lassie lookalike. a pretty baby just for me. (this is the one I'd need horse property for.)

as a swerve, also putting a cavalier king charles spaniel on the list. sort of like if a cat was a dog... not traditionally the long-beaked face I usually pick out when I look at dogs, but I know so many good things about them re: their sweetness and loving nature

and finally, when I'm finished picking from that selection, I'm getting one of those stupid looking cats with the noses and ears, the ones that look like vampires, and they sound like a bicycle horn.

#and that's where I'm at #so yeah raccoon or tiger but actually I don't crave an exotic pet as a companion I am really very uninteresting in my desires #I like sea creatures and reptiles and stuff too but I've always preferred a pet I can touch #I'd fuck with a rat also but I don't consider them to be compatible with the pets I already have #they can't free-roam in a room where they can get attacked by a cat or stomped by a dog by accident so it just wouldn't be safe #but I would love to cuddle with a tiger. but it would be my final act....#sergle.txt #long post

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vestaclinicpod · 2 months ago

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Audio Drama Sunday - 25th May ✨

I had to return to the 9-5 this week, but having a commute again did mean that I got to listen to lots a great audio drama!!

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (191) Shelby and Shank’s relationship is so awfully delicious. They know each other so well but only the worst parts. I do hope their paths cross again for a more healing goodbye. Danielle! The woman that you are! I adore her!! Cole is like a cornered animal and it’s going to change things when he snaps for sure. Victoria! come back to us!! The only thing more important than a scoop is friendship, honey!!

🍎 @notquitedeadpod (XLVII) These gd vampires are going to be the death of me. I love Alfie calling out Neige’s hypocrisy of getting annoying at his experimentation while running secret experiments on him… Always so fun to hear from a stricken Hayley! She’s more unhinged than we give her credit for. I literally wouldn’t go to Paris?? But I guess that’s why I’m not final girl material…

🎃 Waiting For October by @monkeymanproductions (8) ahhh! What a lovely end to the season! Of COURSE October was pulling out all the stops for our girls 🧡 I’m so glad they got to have a conversation true to both of their needs and work out how to proceed in a way that’s good for both of them! We SHOULD be celebrating our differences within a relationship and ensuring everyone’s needs are met! And THE MOON! That made me smile so much!!

🧋 @hinaypod (58) Ooh, Laura! Ooooh oh dear!! Just as I thought this show couldn’t get any messier! Jesus! Call me old fashioned, but I think if you need to have a discussion about messing around with a piece of your girlfriend’s ex-girlfriend’s soul … that shouldn’t be left for later. . . I loved J’s account in this one! Really creepy!

🔮 @spiritboxradio (1.33-1.36) Stickler and Stickler!! In the flesh! They’re so fun! I loved the letter about the pigeons, perfectly chilling! 🐦🩶

💬 @clinical-space-podcast (2) Space octopus! That’s so fun!! Imagine having going to the psychologist because a big old octopus tried to shag your ship 😭 that’s why the job is important, who else can you speak to about that?? I’m sad that the cows have gone, even the good ones ☹️ And hell, yeah, mummy issues, let’s go!!! Government mandated friends is such a wild concept, hope they’re not the most irritating people on the ship!

🥊 @killjamxxx (01-02) Sign me the fuck up as a card-carrying Fetamite!! I’m 2 eps in and already obsessed with this audacious, vicious, hilarious new show! Faustina is impossible not to adore! I read Chain Gang All Stars last year and this feels like that book did a line of bubble-gum scented cocaine and somehow got even more queer! I can’t wait to see where it goes! I have a feeling it’ll keep me guessing!

Have a great week! 💙

#audio drama sunday #audio drama #podcast recs #hfth spoilers #not quite dead #waiting for october #hi nay spoilers #spirit box radio #clinical space #killjam xxx

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spacestation-l7 · 2 months ago

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Hey, thanks for still doing art while you’re also doing other stuff! Also, a small little question; what would the Zootles be if their species were different/swapped? Like instead of John and George being herbivores they were carnivores, and so on..

SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY The convention is finally done so now I'm back on Zootles bullshit!

Honestly? I've never actually considered if their species were swapped LMAO. The plot and species choices rely heavily on their actual personalities so I can't really see them as anything else

HOWEVER, there were Some thoughts. John would be a Cat, a fairly small Carnivore but a Carnivore nonetheless. He can't do much damage but most still don't trust him because of the stigma surrounding cats being mischievous tricksters. Paul would still be a Hybrid but this time his main characteristic would be of that of a Ram's. George would be a Vampire Bat, another Carnivore that's also heavily frowned upon for their blood diet. Ringo would be a Rooster, one of the avian folks that couldn't actually fly.

(At some point Ringo was supposed to be an Octopus to represent the seafolks' dynamic with the land dwellers but I figured that'd overtly complicate the story lol)

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cleolinda · 2 months ago

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Weekend links, May 11, 2025

My posts

Re: Silent Hill 2: I have now recorded something ELSE that I had to scrap due to multiple, UNRELATED tech issues, including but not limited to Firefox popping up and telling me to group my tabs into tab groups when Firefox WAS NOT EVEN OPEN IN THE FIRST PLACE. However, I have the main three-hour commentary on Maria and Western South Vale done, and I'll post it on Patreon (free) if you'd like to see it early.

I just. Why.

Reblogs of interest

All my condolences to Diane Duane, who needs help after her husband Peter Morwood's sudden death.

So. How 'bout that Pope.

("I believe the kids call it rawdogging.")

Salt Lake City and Boise adopt official pride flags to skirt Republican bans

Welcome to the DashCon of BookTok, the A Million Lives Book Festival.

I wasn't around to reblog very much from this year's Met Gala (theme: "Superfine: Tailoring Black Style" and Black dandyism), but IMO my beloved Janelle Monáe killed it.

@jstor announces its Tumblr community The JSTOR Collective

Advisory: SoundCloud Quietly Updated Their Terms to Let AI Feast on Artists' Music

Oh also Discord is going public with a Blizzard guy as CEO

PSA: Yeah, I need to be more conscientious about sourcing as well in the age of AI

The Onion dispels the common myths surrounding autism

These Fragrantica reviews of Kerosene's Followed match every single thing I have ever read about it on r/fragrance and I would not touch it with someone else's pole

"Yuri Gagarin, the hobbyist photographer, at home with his wife"

Lunar Princess Ranni is the only reason I have considered playing Elden Ring

"My edo period samurai roommate keeps telling me how i’ll bring shame and dishonor to our apartment if I keep forgetting to wash the dishes"

Cicada Man, a comic

Soup Patrol

"picture of a cute innocent baby animal 'um this is who youre being mean to btw' thats not even true man youre a straight up vampire and you destroyed my village with your dark powers"

"The medieval warrior, realizing the consequences of his impulsive act, immediately approached the owner of the drone and offered to pay for the damage"

Why a dude might hold a 90,000 lb plane on a leash

Blatant anti-moon propaganda

Video

"We got ROBBED," another installment in the fine genre At No Point In This Video Did I Know What Would Happen Next

2 Old 2 Guard finally has a trailer and a release date

Viola Davis talks about the bias of whiteness in theater training

"Wearing my mom's dress to prove her wrong"

Josh Johnson talks about the first time he met a white kid

"Diver convince octopus to trade his plastic cup for a seashell"

"Time to FROLIC!"

The sacred texts

"happy 10 years of radical saturday everyone!!"

"Would sleeping with a centaur be considered bestiality?"

Personal tag of the week

"I will be adding to 'with mama' as often as possible": I kept my promise.

#weekend links #linkspam

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steadfastpetrel · 26 days ago

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a little side adventure I drew of my The Devoured Year OCT character Tylos Flossfey, featuring Gobhar and Menteuse! Working with my fellow artist Unidentified Silly, we wrote two comics about our characters interacting! They wrote the first one, which can be found here! It is such a treat!

image descriptions: A deer walks through a forest, ears perking up at the sound of people. Narration says, “my dear friend, I can’t stop thinking about these strange folks I crossed paths with. I heard their voices again while on my journey, mingled with the smell of death.” The deer transforms into Tylos, a humanoid druid made from sugar paste with a shaggy mullet and plants growing out of him. He has spiked bear-like forearms. He looks over a tree and sees Gobhar, an armored woman with goat horns poking out of a helmet, and Menteuse, a vampire with a face made out of cork and a glass body that swirls with wine. Gobhar stands guard with her hammer as Menteuse drinks from a dead jelly donut man. He wipes his face with a handkerchief. Tylos remarks, “from the looks of it, at least they didn’t let it go to waste. End image description 1 of 12.

Tylos steps on a twig, and Menteuse looks up with suspicion. Upon seeing Tylos hiding behind a tree, he tells Gobhar, “kill it.” Gobhar springs into action, hammer raised above her head. End image description 2 of 12.

The hammer slams on the tree Tylos hides behind, sending him flying off the page. With a “FWOOSH,” he turns into a crow and flies around Gobhar, dodging a swing from her hammer. End image description 3 of 12.

Tylos leaps back into his humanoid form and pants, only to see Gobhar charging towards him with a punch. Tylos blocks it with his bear-like forearms, his body shattering into a rabbit that hops away. End image description 4 of 12.

Rabbit Tylos dodges thrown debris, until a rock hits him. He reverts to his humanoid form and crashes into Menteuse. End image description 5 of 12.

Tylos and Menteuse are unconscious. Tylos awakens and murmurs, “huh…” He sees Menteuse’s wine-glass hand. End image description 6 of 12.

Tylos suddenly springs up and grabs Menteuse’s hand with amazement. Menteuse is unhappy and yells, “G-Gobhar!” Tylos raises the hand to the sky, light reflects through the wine-filled glass hand. He narrates, “you’d call me a fool for admiring an enemy mid-battle, but from everything I’ve seen in nature, this was simply…So cool.” Tylos says the last two words aloud as he admires Menteuse’s hand, thinking about dewdrops on leaves, glasswing butterflies, and honeypot ants. End image description 7 of 12.

Tylos and Menteuse exchange an awkwardly silent moment. Menteuse finally speaks and asks, “what are you?” Tylos says with a neutral, cheerful expression, “I’m Tylos!” He is then suddenly grabbed by the neck, his eyes cartoonishly bugging out. He meets Gobhar face-to-face and says, “nice to meet you?” End image description 8 of 12

Menteuse face palms and says, “I didn’t mean your name.” Tylos, still held by the neck, says, “Oh! I guess I’m what you call a druid. I met this cool purple lady who was one, and I wanted to be just like her!” To the side is a doodle of Pixie the druid, with the words “wow, amaze,” around her.” Tylos continues as if he’s still not being held by the neck, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. “To tell the truth, I’ve never seen anyone like you before, I think you’re pretty cool! Also, I realize we got off the wrong foot the first time we met. I’m sorry about that. I only compared you to an octopeach because while you can survive off mimicry, the person under all that pomp seems pretty neat.” To the side is an octopus shaped like a peach. There’s an asterisk that adds context, saying, “see: Unidentified Silly’s comic.” Tylos continues, with a bit of a solemn expression. “Still, I can’t fault you and your friend for going after me. Maybe that mimicry plays a big role in keeping you alive…” End image description 9 of 12.

Off-screen, Tylos continues. In his mental space, he’s thinking about blood-splattered teeth. He says, “I…Knew a friend who had to do some hard stuff to survive.” Tylos looks down with a pained expression. Menteuse is annoyed, but snaps his fingers. Tylos drops to the ground as Menteuse stands over him, saying, “this was a waste of energy and time. Gobhar, get my hat and find a place to hide this body.” End image description 10 of 12.

Menteuse continues to talk. “I appreciate the compliment, as unorthodox as it was, but you’re wrong about one thing.” He bends over to meet Tylos’ gaze. “I am not alive, and you’ll end up in a similar position if you utter a word of what you saw to anyone.” Tylos, meanwhile, is unfazed but still nervous. “Oh, okay. Could I make one suggestion, though?” He points off to the distance at the dead jelly donut man, who lays in a Family Guy death pose. “The vanilla vultures prefer if you put your kills where they can smell them. Looks more natural that way, too.” Gobhar stands with Menteuse’s hat and is silent for a beat, then snickers. End image description 11 of 12.

Gobhar takes her helmet off. She is a scarred, curly haired woman with goat horns. She says, “we’ll remember that next time, kid. Look, how ‘bout you show us a good place to leave him?” Tylos admires Gobhar in awe, silently thinking, “so cool.” He replies aloud, “o-okay! I think I know a spot by the mountains.” Tylos is then seen tying the dead body up. A banana horse and carrot horse snort and whinny. The comic ends on Tylos driving the cart with a worried expression, saying “I think he’s falling off the cart again.” Gobhar replies, “don’t worry about it. Keep driving.” End image description 12 of 12.

#art #artists on tumblr #image described #accessible art #artist described #id in alt #comic #oc #the devoured year #tdy #tdy oct #tylos flossfey #gobhar #menteuse

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mochatea-bunny · 1 year ago

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Little sneak peek at what my idea is for lunar need to figure out what I'm missing as it feels not done yet but idk what it is yet :p

Buttttt lunar is a axolotl and vampire squid as moon type mers have the pattern of being part squid or octopus and I'd love to see what yalls guess will be as to who moon will be!

Heads up this may not be the final design and I'd love some feed back on what to add!

#mermay #bun-tea #digital art #tsams lunar #lunar #tlaes lunar #mer lunar #axolotl mer #vampire squid mer #idk what else to put here lol

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moonyasnow · 1 year ago

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Moony's TWST Vampire AU

Part 3: Octavinelle

Heartslabyul Savannaclaw Octavinelle (you are here) Scarabia Pomefiore Ignihyde Diasomnia Extras

(listen I know what a massive contrast this is— it's just the only official art which shows the entire Dorm together)

This is NOT ORGANIZED lmao Literally just unfiltered thoughts and ideas, with some short writing snippets only sneaking in by accident. Literal brainrot stuff

Also some thoughts will absolutely be longer than others I wrote most of this in like 5 hours in one sitting

It will be in 8 parts. First the dorms, and then a final one for my thoughts on some side-characters' places in this AU

Basic Rules of the Vampire AU:

A vampire is unkillable until they turn someone. As such, vampires are rare, and usually created on accident.

Vampires can't die of starvation. They can sure try, and by god will it hurt, but it can't kill them.

Vampires can drink liquids that aren't blood, though they get no nutrients from it, but they cannot ingest food. If they try to eat normal food, they just throw it up, their bodies rejecting it entirely.

They can drink any blood that is not from another vampire.

Azul

During their time in the same class together, Azul slowly began to realize there was something…off, about his two friends' family.

Azul wanted to become a vampire to further his goal of world domination through capitalism. And what easier way to do that than if he's immortal? It was also slighlty because he just wanted to be anything but an octopus, too. So if anyone were to call him an octopus, he could counter with 'actually, I'm a vampire.'

In the Coral Sea, vampirism is even LESS common than up on land; in the sea, when someone eats someone else, there doesn't tend to be a whole lot left behind. And event though vampires can't eat their victims' flesh, scavengers tend to do that job for them when the victim has become too weak to really fight them off.

So in the sea, turning someone is always a conscious choice.

But with cannibalism also not being unheard of in the Coral Sea, the Octatrio are probably the ones who had the easiest time adjusting to being vampires. Sufficiently talented merfolk mages already usually live to be a bit older than humans and beastmen anyway, so immortality isn't as difficult for them to wrap their heads around.

While being less common, vampires are actually more common knowlegde in the sea due to the normalization of fish eating fish and merfolk eating merfolk. They're more of an 'open secret' type thing. But most land-dwellers think there are only vampires left in the sea, and none left on land.

As a mega-rich capitalist CEO with 200+ years of experience in business, Azul can just straight up pay people to donate their blood to his extensive collection of bottled blood. he could drink a whole bottle every day and not go hungry for at least the next 10 years.

Jade

The Leeches was something like a mixed vampire and human clan. Mafia, of course.

Some of their members were vampires, sure, but not all of them. How else would the clan keep getting new members who were still part of the bloodline, after all?

The twins themselves were mortals who were turned into vampires. Though surprisingly, at least to the other mortals around them, they seemed to not really care at first.

At least until Azul found out their family's secret, and proclaimed he wanted to become a vampire. They promised that, once all three of them had grown up and they had been turned into vampires, they would both turn Azul together.

They weren't really allowed to bring him into the family, but if they turned him, the rest of the Leech family would inherently trust him more.

Jade was also somewhat curious if he, as a merfolk vampire, would be able to drink the blood of vampires who had originally been human, beastman or fae. But he had enough of a sense of propriety not to test that theory until he got a willing test subject.

Floyd

Just like his brother, he was curious about if him originally being merfolk meant he'd be able to drink another non-merfolk's vampire's blood. But unlike his brother, he actually tried to test it out.

When they went on land and were invited to this gathering of lots of prominent vampires, he saw Riddle there— who'd come along with Cater— and tried to test the theory out, literally just going up to him and trying to take a big bite of his arm.

But given how Riddle was turned, this ended with Floyd being slapped in the face so hard that he fell to the ground. But this only made Floyd think Riddle was fun, and really interesting. This tiny little guy could beat him up? That was great! Super fun!

And thus he began to stalk and harass try to meet up with Riddle more often outside of meetings like that.

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conflictedreflection · 2 years ago

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Yandere Oc's X Male Reader

ALL FAKE!!!

Waking up sucked. You preferred sleeping because then you wouldn't need to your shady ass and very much illegal job.

You lived in the city a very busy city. Tokyo.

However, you had a great view from the apartment you lived in.

The tall buildings reach for the sky, creating a mesmerizing skyline. The streets below are bustling with life, as people go about their day, creating a vibrant tapestry of movement. It's a view that never fails to captivate you.

Currently it was 4:30 a.m and you needed to get to the lab at 6 a.m. it's time to get ready.

You work as a scientist. In a lab where your fellow work mate's experiment on non human entities that have appeared less then a year ago. This very much was illegal but at the end of the day not many cared about these " entities ".

These entities took on Various forms..animals...half animals... objects...

They all however had human like intelligence.

Half-human entities were very much able of feeling emotion's such as pain , sadness , depression etc... this was found out through your colleague's experiment's.

The entities were kidnaped ( this is the part that's illegal because no one cares about the entities ) then experimented on.

Your role in the lab was clean up service. You clean up the bodies of the entities that may have died or of your colleagues that were killed.

As you're showering you think about the message you got from one of your superior that liked to gossip.

He said that the lab has gotten some new entities..

You wondered if any of them will survive the beginning experiment's. Those were the most died in.

The scientist would be more harsh to make them submit, put them in life or death situation to see their full abilities and much more you were unauthorized to know.

The new entities where:

A half snake ( which is also referred as a naga. ) they are identifiable by their scale's and half of their body is snake like.

A shape shifter they are identified by how their entire body seems wrong like their body isn't correct.

A sentient jelly like substance in a shape of a human. You've got no idea what the fuck that is.

A half octopus. ( having tentacles instead of leg's )

A vampire ( Fang's and pale skin. Commonly seen with red eyes )

A half dog ( having dog ears and snout )

A half cat ( cat ears , whisker's and tail )

Stepping out of the shower you put on your typical unfirom for work.

A light blue shirt and black pants a long with it are black boots and white long coat lab.

You go towards the kitchen have breakfast before heading out to the bus stop.

The bus leave's you off about thirty minutes away.

The walk is complicated and when you were new you often got lost. There was a bunch of turns and shit.

Finally you sigh as you see the lab.

You enter and is immediately greeted by the A.I assistant voice.

" Good morning ( Name ) ( Last Name ) you are just on time. Please, head to the main area. Thank you & good day! "

You sigh and head to the location knowing it's gonna be a long day today.

Eventually you make it to the main area in which there greets you your superior Dr. Nie. Dr.Nie was a handsome young man with a brown bob cut and light green eyes having two moles underneath each eye. His uniform was exactly like yours accept his shirt was darker blue. He held a clipboard with his black pen touching his lip.

"Ah, morning. Listen here we've got some new entities today and some of them lived. Not without making a mess. Go to examination room 107 and clean up. I recommend wearing a mask the smell is simply malodorous."

Grimacing you accept and go to the supply room.

You couldn't help but take a big gulp of air before putting on the mask and going in room 107.

Blood was pretty much everywhere and green scale's were scattered across the room.

You're pretty sure there was also a piece of a scientist uniform.

In the middle of the room in a pool of blood was broken glasses.

Ah you think a scientist was eaten.

From the scale's you're guessing this was the snake's testing room.

You pull your gloves tighter before throwing the soapy water that was in the black bucket across the room and start cleaning.

The glasses were thrown out.

A dead person does not need glasses.

You wanted to complain how you were underpaid however you were too scared to do that.

Couldn't get fired they'd simply kill you so you don't tell anyone about the lab.

Even if they didn't, where would you work?

You failed college.

Sighing you silently apologize to your mother who always told you to study and everytime you brushed it off.

After finishing you speed walk to the staff bathroom and wash your hands carefully and throwing the now dirty glove's in the bin.

You hear the bathroom stall open and close.

"Oh, Dr. (name) ! How are you? You weren't present yesterday." A monotone voice was heard before the sound of the sink started.

"Mm. I was sick."

"That's a shame, you've missed an entertaining show."

"Let me guess, someone's tried to quit?"

You got a hum in response.

"Let me fill you in."

Dr. Gold then proceeded to tell you in detail that you really didn't want how the execution went.

It was stupid really. Wasn't it obvious you'd be silenced?

The stupid man was thrown in with 333.

333 was a half crocodile and half horse. Having the mouth and teeth of a crocodile also the speed while the body of a horse. A truly horrifying thing.

You say goodbye and again speed walk to continue the rest of the day.

All went great till you were called to the second main office...

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turnupswritessometimes · 6 months ago

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Dance with the Devil - Vanitas/Ruthven Oneshot

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62450026

Summary: "Let me take that promise," he said. "I'll take it, instead of Noé."

Ruthven leant forward, resting his chin on his fist.

Vanitas' heart picked up speed. He tried to hide his swallow. Danger, and he loved it.

"Why should I let you do that?"

Vanitas knew how to look at men. He'd learnt from Mikhail. He settled back, tilted his head, let his hair fall and said, "I'll be your angel, for tonight."

Vanitas knows about Noe's vow with Ruthven. He decides to take it on himself - for a price.

Word Count: 4,141

Dance with the Devil

Vanitas waited patiently, just inside the door. Patience had never been one of his virtues. Now he had to stand in this lavish parlour – connected to a hotel room. Because the man, the vampire, he was here to see, was rich enough to afford his own rooms in a hotel.

The vampire in question, Lord Ruthven sat in the armchair, examining a sheath of paper. Taking his time with that sheath of paper, because he most certainly knew Vanitas was there, and waiting for his attention. Had heard him announced by the bellhop, and had only lifted a hand in acknowledgement.

This whole idea made him feel disgusted with himself. This was a chess game, and Ruthven had the opening move. He had the power and the title and so if he wanted to keep Vanitas waiting at the door like a dog, he could.

After all, Vanitas was the one who wanted something from him.

He watched the firelight flicker over Ruthven's crimson hair, turning it into licking flames too. Turning that amber eye into brimstone. A devil from a gothic novel, surrounded by hellfire.

Vanitas wondered just how much of a moth he had inside him.

He leant against the doorframe, as though he was unbothered, and forced his gaze around the room. To the leatherbound books on the shelves in the walls. The embroidered rug. The carved animals in the mahogany fireplace.

His comfort must have annoyed the Lord. He placed the papers – not quite tossed – onto the side table next to the armchair, and finally looked up.

"Last time we met, I nearly killed you," Ruthven said. His voice was that same relaxed, low growl. Like a lion.

"It's strange how often conversations with me start that way." Vanitas' smirk was genuine. What a life he led. He retrained himself from saying that he had allowed that; he suspected Ruthven already knew.

Ruthven's expression stayed stony. "And I do not believe I gave you permission to visit this address."

This address in the mortal world. Vanitas wasn't going to ask for Noé's help with getting to the vampire world for this meeting. He couldn't. Noé would be furious that he didn’t ask, and that was why precisely why Vanitas wouldn't let him. This way, Vanitas could do what he wanted. His plans wouldn’t be interfered with.

"I'm aware." Vanitas stayed slumped against the doorframe. He reached out a finger to trace the shape of the gas lamp at his head height. The brass had been turned into an octopus tentacle. He let his words sit between them; stayed silent, to see how long Ruthven would wait for a more satisfactory answer.

It was a full twenty seconds.

"How did you find me, kin of the vampire of the blue moon?"

It was impossible that he'd know how much that niggled Vanitas, to be addressed like that. Impossible, and yet, he somehow believed he did.

"Noé went to a café, the other day," Vanitas said. He pushed himself off the wall. Met that brimstone eye, and wanted Ruthven to know this was where he got serious. "I asked at the hotel. They gave me the name of it. I visited. It turns out, your—" He let the next word drip like honey from his tongue. "—Lordship is a frequent visitor. So, I asked for your address, to give you a message from Monsieur Archiviste."

He saw it. The slight twitch of Ruthven's eye. He knew the reason; Noé didn't remember visiting that café. Didn't remember his meeting with Ruthven. But Ruthven revealing that would be admitting that he had meddled with Noé's mind.

He'd stepped forward, twice, whilst he'd spoken, and he saw Ruthven's gaze travel from his boots to his face. To his innocently smiling mouth.

"And what message does Monsieur Archiviste have for me?" he asked. Casually. Carelessly.

"He doesn't." Vanitas took another step forward. Firmly on that lovely, embroidered rug. Four feet away from Ruthven. "But it's amazing what service workers will tell you when they believe you're a servant."

There was a slight twitch of Ruthven's mouth. Perhaps the start of a smile. Good. Let Vanitas amuse him. If he was amused, he was less dangerous.

"Then I'm afraid I still do not know why you're here."

"Because Noé came home that day, and something wasn't right." It was a fight to keep his tone even. To stop himself from being too emotional. He needed to be just as stony cold as the Lord. He could do that. He'd done it before. Just because it was Noé involved—"Something happened in that café, and he wouldn't tell me."

Wouldn't tell him, and not couldn't. Let Ruthven think whatever trick he had on Noé wasn't quite perfect; didn't quite work.

Ruthven opened his large hands. The firelight glinted off the sharp nails. Vanitas didn't look. Wouldn't look. Wouldn't think about those nails over his skin.

"If he wouldn't tell you, then I certainly wouldn't want to break his trust."

"It's your trust that would be broken." Vanitas took another step. Tilted his chin up defiantly. "So, you should tell me."

It was the straw on the camel's back. Ruthven was on his feet before he could blink; loomed over Vanitas, his hair a crimson mane around his shoulders.

"You forget yourself." His hand hovered, open, in the air, as though it was waiting to grasp Vanitas' neck again. He bared it all the more. "Human."

Vanitas looked up from under his lashes. "Tell me what you did to Noé."

The hand did land, then. Not on his neck, but his jaw. Big enough that his fingertip nudged Vanitas' earring, and firm enough for him to feel it. A display of power.

Vanitas' pulse raised. Not with fear. This was exciting. This was what he lived for; the danger; the cat and mouse – because the mouse always escaped, in the end.

"Why?" Ruthven growled. He examined Vanitas' face, and he fought to keep it blank, even though he was balanced on his tiptoes, and it was harder to catch his breath. "Do you care for him?"

Vanitas' smirk was fake, this time. He pushed out the laugh. "Not as such. But he is mine." He took hold of Ruthven's wrist. Managed to lever himself back onto the floor firmly, and didn't blink. "Only I'm allowed to hurt him."

He watched the slow smile form on Ruthven's face. The low light made the hollows very dark; made the scars poking out from under the eyepatch look twisted like tree roots. Made him a monster.

"I see." He released his grip, though Vanitas could still feel its ghost. He traced down Vanitas' jaw with a knuckle, and he felt a cold shiver race across his skin. Felt that lure vampires had around them. The sensuality of danger.

Vanitas got drunk off that lure. He supposed he was a moth, after all.

"I thought you were a strange knight in shining armour." His knuckle rested under Vanitas' chin. He pressed down against it, just to show he wasn't scared.

"I'm an avenging angel."

Which got him a chuckle. Good; he was still amusing. Ruthven released him. Sunk back into the armchair, and watched him like he was a performer. Which he was; this was a performance. Vanitas was always performing. He was good at that.

"Yes, that suits you more," he said. "Still, you're too arrogant for my liking."

Vanitas rolled his tongue in his mouth, as though he was considering that. As though he hadn't decided what he was going to do before he even walked in the room.

He took another step forward, then lowered himself to one knee. Let his coat fall off his shoulders and land in a dark puddle around him.

Ruthven's eyebrow twitched.

Vanitas shifted the other, to the floor. Knelt in front of Ruthven's chair, and tipped his head back. He felt his hair shifted with the movement. Felt his collar shift, and expose more of his neck. Noticed the way Ruthven looked there.

"My lord." The words were easy to drip out, when he didn't mean them. When Vanitas, at least, knew they were mocking.

Ruthven's other eyebrow raised. The smile twitched a little more. "You're much more pleasant this way."

On his knees. Vanitas pretended he didn't catch the insinuation. He rounded his shoulders; let his hair fall back over his neck. "And humble?"

Ruthven let him wait there, again. And this time Vanitas couldn't annoy him out of it. This time, he had to wait, was the one who wanted something. He felt hot shame claw its way from his stomach to his chest; to his neck.

Ruthven eventually shifted, in the chair. "Noé made a promise to me. That's all."

It probably was all. But a promise was a dangerous thing. A swear was a dangerous thing. And Noé didn't even remember what he swore, which was the worst part of all.

This was practical. This was because that swear would come back and sink its fangs into Vanitas' neck. He preferred to choose who bit him. He had the power, because he had the choice.

Ruthven examined him.

Vanitas' heart pounded in his chest. He'd suspected something like that. Had a plan for how to deal with it. Now that he knelt here, it seemed a foolish thing to do. This would bite into Noé's neck instead, and if he ever found out that Vanitas tried to save him from this, it would shatter him. Could make him hate Vanitas.

Good. He should.

"Let me take that promise," he said. "I'll take it, instead of Noé."

Ruthven leant forward, resting his chin on his fist.

Vanitas' heart picked up speed. He tried to hide his swallow. Danger, and he loved it.

"Why should I let you do that?"

Vanitas knew how to look at men. He'd learnt from Mikhail. He settled back, tilted his head, let his hair fall and said, "I'll be your angel, for tonight."

Ruthven almost laughed at him. He saw it. That look of incredulousness – the question of why he'd ever want a human, much less a human like Vanitas. But then he took him in again, the arch to Vanitas' back. Thought about who he was – what he was. Thought about how much it would hurt Noé if he knew.

"Prove it."

That wasn't an acceptation, but Vanitas would earn it. He would take this burden off Noé.

He was better at carrying them.

He moved closer. Close enough to rest his hands on Ruthven's knees. To use them to lift himself up, not to standing, but to close the gap between them. To slide his fingers up Ruthven's thighs as he twisted upwards. As his lips grazed that jaw; found that mouth.

He kissed him. Teasingly, at first, until Ruthven's tongue pushed through to his mouth. Vanitas let his jaw fall open, mouth full of heat. Ruthven's teeth ran over his lip; teasing it with his own. Just enough to feel the suggestion of his fangs.

Vanitas let out a small whine. It was measured.

Ruthven's nails dragged across his scrap, burying themselves in his hair. Kept him there, arched up awkwardly, as he took what he wanted. Pushed his tongue against Vanitas' forcefully.

Warmth crawled up his body. He pressed his fingers into Ruthven's thighs, his breath raw against the edges of his throat, his pulse fluttering in his neck.

Ruthven pulled away, holding him at arm's length and keeping him in place as he examined him.

He must look pathetic. His cheeks must be red, his mouth open to catch his breath, his hair a mess. Yet, looking pathetic would help. That was a strength in itself; he could use being underestimated. He wanted to hate looking pathetic; he often did.

Ruthven's nail traced a line under his eye. He didn't flinch.

"This becomes you, nicely." The corners of Ruthven's lips twitched. Amused.

"I can do more," Vanitas replied, his voice already rough at the edges.

He was released, slowly, dark strands falling through Ruthven's fingers, like he was appraising fabric.

Vanitas fell back. Slowly teased open the buttons of his waistcoat, meeting Ruthven's amber eye. Not scared, not arrogant, but watching. Teasing at his bottom lip as he did. Exaggerating the hitch of his breath, as he let his waistcoat fall. Watched Ruthven drinking him in. Hating, Vanitas thought – knew – that he was just a human. That he was a human, and yet Ruthven was amused at least, by this display, if not attracted.

He loosened his shirt. Just enough for it to fall from one pale shoulder. Nudged his cheek against Ruthven's knee, like a needy cat.

Ruthven caught his ponytail, at the base. Gently tugged him back, and usually Vanitas would snap and growl at that, but this time he let himself go with the movement. Was compliant. Let Ruthven tug his shirt from his other shoulder. It fell, until it was barely on him. He was glad of the low lighting; it would help disguise the pale scars on his shoulder; over his back.

Ruthven didn't comment on them. He used the back of his hand to nudge Vanitas' chin to the side. It barred Jeanne's mark in the firelight.

"Seems you're already spoken for," he said. Grumbled.

Vanitas leant into the hand, looking up from under his lashes. Almost batted them, just to seem all the more alluring.

"It's casual," he said. "And I have lots of room."

It was a slight gamble. He knew not all vampires liked the idea of a marked-up human. But it made Ruthven's brows raise interestedly. He brushed Vanitas' hair behind his ear, lingering over the shape. Over the hourglass earring. Examined it, in the light, and Vanitas let him, for a moment, before he turned his head fully. Before he pressed an open mouth again Ruthven's palm and received a hum of response.

"Yet, I cannot see an Archiviste mark on you." At least he was distracted from the hourglass.

"It's not up here," Vanitas replied. Lied. Let the Lord think Noé had bitten him, and all that entailed, at least for now. It would put Noé in danger, but only until Ruthven realised he was lying.

And let Ruthven think their relationship was like that. Let him think that Noé had marked Vanitas' hip or thigh. From the dark look on his face, that idea only fuelled that greedy desire. He felt like a moth landing on a candle; he had what he wanted, and he knew it would be destroying.

Vanitas smiled. Coquettishly. Kissed Ruthven's palm again, taking his thumb into his mouth and biting down, just enough to feel it. Rolled his tongue around it and followed it as Ruthven pulled him closer. He followed, running a splayed hand down Ruthven's thigh and feeling him shift.

He inched his grip further, tilted his head for the light to catch his features; to turn him into a fae.

Ruthven hummed again. Pressed his thumb down against Vanitas' thumb. Rubbed, and the whine he gave was only half for show. Only half to ensure he got that promise.

Because Vanitas hated being compliant like this. Loved hating being compliant like this. It set him on fire. He had an excuse, a reason, to act pathetically, and that only fuelled the fire. He could never be like this with Noé.

This was for Noé.

He let the thumb press further in his mouth. Opened it wider until it threatened to make him gag. Kept his eyes closed. Heard Ruthven give a longer, still satisfied hum.

Vanitas inched his hands higher. To Ruthven's belt. Chanced feeling between his legs, and knew that what he was doing was working. Couldn't help smiling, a little.

The thumb withdrew from his mouth.

He opened his eyes. It was an effort. His cheeks were prickling, and he had to resist shifting to ease his own arousal. Love-hated that he was aroused at all.

Ruthven didn't speak. Opened his legs slightly wider and that told Vanitas enough.

His fingers worked at Ruthven's belt. He shifted, to be properly between his knees, feeling them nudge at his bare shoulders. The heat of the fire pressed against his skin.

He tugged Ruthven's member free from his trousers. Slowly dragged his hand over the length and watched the too-controlled breath Ruthven took as he did. Figured there was a chide or scold on its way, and normally he would play into that, but this time he had to be perfect. Had to earn that promise from Noé.

He didn't waste anymore time in taking Ruthven in his mouth. Still slowly, at first, working his lips and tongue at the tip and hearing a grunt of reply. Didn't wait for that grunt to become impatient, before he took it properly. Let out his own sound, to show how good a pet he was being. It was barely an act, anymore.

Those nails appeared in his hair again. Raked paths through it as Vanitas began to move picking up his pace with each movement. Twitching his tongue just enough to get those nails to stop, to dig in. To hold him where Ruthven wanted him and he complied. Worked harder, heart racing like a hummingbird’s wings. Fluttered his gaze up to see Ruthven studying him. His face was coloured. Only a little, but still.

Vanitas' felt burning. Strands of hair clung to his cheeks and his pulse raced in his fingertips. Made soft, submissive sounds to answer the satisfied grunts.

He kept moving, kept working, until Ruthven was shifting, still controlled, but still, shifting, under him and he took handfuls of Vanitas' hair.

"Stay," he said.

Vanitas did. Swallowed, eyes closed. Love-hating, love-hating, hate-loving.

Was released. Came away with an undignified pop, earnestly trying to get his breath now. His throat burnt. His hand trembled, and that wasn't an act either, as he reached up to wipe the saliva and semen from his mouth and chin.

His wrist was caught. Was brought to Ruthven's mouth, and that tongue flicked out from between fangs to lick his glove.

Thank God they were still on. A small mercy.

Ruthven smiled, slowly, as he released Vanitas' wrist. It took a great effort not to let it fall like lead to his side. He knelt there, his knees aching against the rug. He could feel every stitch through his trousers. His own arousal made it difficult to sit still; was staging a coup against his mind and it was an effort to remember what he was doing, what this was for, because right now he wanted relief. Wanted the Lord Ruthven to take him – would let him have Vanitas any way he decided, as long as he eventually got release.

The longer it took, the sweeter it would feel.

Ruthven smiled. A proper sized smile, this time. Satisfied. A lion with a full belly.

Vanitas bit his cheek to stop from shifting. Would not show this vampire he was uncomfortable; was needy without acting.

"I find myself unexpectedly convinced."

Vanitas smiled with swollen lips. His shirt dug into his arms, the only place it was still attached.

"High praise indeed, my lord."

He hadn't been able to resist the powdering of sarcasm, this time. Ruthven's brows twitched.

"Careful. You were doing so well."

"My lord," Vanitas repeated, and hid the mocking more carefully this time. Hated the words from his tongue. Got a satisfied, self-important smile as Ruthven tucked himself away. He patted his lap.

"Here."

Like Vanitas was a dog. Wanted to loathe obeying. Did it anyway, with another spear of heat searing through him, because he hadn’t gotten that promise yet. Knew, as he stood, that his arousal was even more obvious, and saw the amusement flicker in Ruthven's eye.

He settled himself in Ruthven's lap, hands just against his shoulders to stay steady.

Ruthven brushed his hair from his face. Methodically. Almost petting.

"You're a beautiful creature," Ruthven said.

Vanitas held his head on one side, his eyelids heavy. "Even though I'm a human?"

"It's a great shame." There were nails, against the side of his neck. His bare collarbone.

What would he say if he knew the truth? Vanitas swallowed, heavily. His pulse was between his legs.

"Do we have an agreement?"

Ruthven didn't answer immediately. Brushed Vanitas' hair from his shoulder again, and leant closer. The heat on his breath made him bare his neck further, breath catching.

If it wasn't a yes, he could pull away. Could come up fighting with fangs and claws, and consequences be damned. Could spit the truth.

But Ruthven said, almost again his skin. "We do."

Which meant not fighting back.

Ruthven's fangs sunk into his neck. Roughly. He half-cried out from the shock of the pain, before his breath left him entirely. He clutched Ruthven's shirt. Heard him groan against his neck as he began sucking.

And didn't know which outcome he had wanted, anymore.

Love-hated, hate-loved, felt like a shooting star hurtling through the atmosphere as he felt the teeth and tongue work against the soft side of his neck.

Love-hated that his arousal released itself, and hate-loved the cry that escaped him.

Ruthven's hand felt there. Hummed in satisfaction longer than ever before.

Vanitas felt himself grow limp. His vision blurred. He dimly realised that Ruthven could kill him now, and he didn't know if he would fight against it. Knew that he should.

Also knew, deep down, he was too interesting for that.

Ruthven would keep him alive.

He pulled away. Turned Vanitas' head with the pad of his thumb to face him. He saw his own blood on his lips; his teeth. Had to fight to look him in the eye.

"Swear you'll take on Noé Archiviste's promise to me."

It would only lead to disaster. But it would be disaster that Vanitas controlled. It would keep Noé free.

The words were a blade in his throat, on his tongue:

"I swear."

Vanitas returned early in the morning. The sun was barely rising. He decided to slip in through the window. To climb the fire escape at the bottom of the road, and walk across the roof. That was taking his life in his hands. He was still as weak-kneed as a fawn, and felt exhausted.

It was a miracle that he didn’t slip and fall to his death whilst climbing into the window. He managed it, thumping too loudly on the floor as he landed. It didn’t shift the pile of blankets that was Noé, so he thought he’d gotten away with it.

He collapsed onto his bed, tugging the sheets up around him. The maids seemed to insist on tucking them in tighter and tighter each time.

His neck throbbed. His scalp pulsed. He could still feel Ruthven’s hands, his nails, tracing patterns over him. Could still see that flaming, amber eye when he closed his own. Feel that burning hair brushing against him.

Vanitas felt used. Dirty. Everything that he pretended to be, and pretending it was a lot more fun than this. But this was for a cause. This was to keep Noé clean. To keep the blame on Vanitas.

Vanitas would be the fallen one.

Noé could stay bright.

He didn’t realise he’d fallen into an uneasy sleep until Noé was shaking him awake. More gently than usual. Vanitas groaned in response. He didn’t open his eyes. Knew this his shirt, waistcoat and greatcoat were buttoned together wrong. Knew that he looked dishevelled. That his lips were puffy. That even if Ruthven hadn’t left a Mark on him, there would be a bite on his neck.

“Vanitas.” Noé’s voice was serious.

“Go to breakfast alone today,” he murmured. As though he didn’t care. As though he hadn’t made a deal to save this boy.

“Where were you last night?”

“That’s my business.” His business was protecting what was his.

“I’m asking as your friend.”

And Noé’s voice broke. Broke enough for Vanitas to roll onto his back. To peel open his eyes and meet Noé’s gaze. Those violet eyes looked down at him, brows creased with concern. The morning sun painted his pearly hair into a sunrise; cast his skin with bronze highlights. He looked down at Vanitas, like he really cared.

He did really care. Because he was Noé was good.

Vanitas’ head still felt too heavy to sit up. He felt heavy; hungover. Fumbled for Noé’s hand and grasped it clumsily.

“Please don’t make me tell you,” he murmured. And when Noé opened his mouth to object, added, “As your friend.”

Which wasn’t enough. He could tell it wasn’t, from Noé’s frown. He kissed the back of his hand, half-jokingly. Noé let him.

And didn’t ask any more questions.

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kandisheek · 10 months ago

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FIC REC WEEK 36 – MONSTERFUCKING

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: antigrav_vector

antigrav_vector is such an amazingly creative writer when it comes to explicit monster fics, and I couldn't love them more for that. They come up with tons of fantastic concepts, and I especially love how they explore xeno-biology in a lot of their work. If you're looking for some excellent monster smut, you've come to the right place!

Here's some of their work that I think you should check out:

Collared and Bound

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 2,804 Tags: Vampire/Werewolf Sex, Dom/Sub, Mating Bites

Summary: This is utterly self-indulgent trashy supernatural romance fic with trashy smut. You've been warned.

Reasons why I love it: The modern day Romeo and Juliet, except it's werewolves and vampires. I love how Steve indulges Tony in what he needs - or rather what they both need in the end. And I especially loved the tidbits about what their relationship means for them in the socio-political context. This fic is wonderful, and you should definitely read it!

Straight up, with a Twist

Pairing: Steve/Tony/Pepper Rating: E Words: 3,612 Tags: A/B/O, Tentacle Sex, Dirty Talk

Summary: The Avengers came across some weird glowing plants during one of their missions, and that has consequences no one expects. Steve, Tony, and Bruce got exposed, but only two of them are showing any kind of symptoms. Such as they are. Pepper doesn't know how to react at first, when she finally finds out exactly what these symptoms are. Both her lovers have tentacles, all of a sudden. They're also doing their best to seduce her.

Reasons why I love it: Pepper is really having the time of her life here. I love tentacles in all shape or form, and this version of tentacle anatomy is super intriguing. Especially the fact that Steve and Tony both kept their genitals. Definitely check this one out, it's great!

Tap (that) Root

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: E Words: 3,735 Tags: Plant Hybrid Steve, Sex Pollen, Dom/Sub

Summary: Things go very awry on a mission, but oddly enough Bucky's enjoying every minute.

Reasons why I love it: Bucky being so turned on by the fact that Steve is restraining him with his own body is really fucking hot. The whole fic had me fanning myself, there are so many great lines. I hope you give this one a shot, because antigrav_vector and Quarra did a fantastic job!

Submersive Tactics

Pairing: Steve/Bucky/Tony Rating: E Words: 6,112 Tags: Bucky and the Winter Soldier as Separate People, Consentacles, Synaesthesia

Summary: Steve and Bucky have more or less managed to calm James down, and Tony's done with his upgrades. That means experimenting with Bucky and James' new ability to gain temporary octopus arms.

Reasons why I love it: Being able to taste emotions through your tentacles is such a kick-ass concept! I love the differing points of view, especially the descriptions of how Bucky and James perceive Steve and Tony's tastes through their newly gained senses. This fic is super fun and hot as hell, and you should definitely read it!

He Followed Me Home (Can I Keep Him?)

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 7,748 Tags: Mer-Steve, Fluff and Smut, Telepathy

Summary: Tony was hot on the trail of the Xi'an'du daggers with Pepper and Jarvis at his side, when another startling discovery left him feeling like he got slapped in the face with a fish. Merfolk, it turned out, weren't as mythical as he'd always thought. Really, in retrospect, he probably should have known better than to think that, after all his experiences with magical creatures and artifacts, but, well, he's not perfect.

Reasons why I love it: I love the merman lore in this fic, it really raises the stakes for the smut at the end to know why Steve approached Tony in the first place. And the whole telepathic aspect is super fun too. This fic is great, and you should definitely read it!

#marvel #fanfic #a year in fanfic recs #fic rec #fanfic rec #stony #stucky #stuckony #ficrec

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rottenzombrainz · 9 months ago

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Tokyo Debunker OC lore dump!!

I made a Tokyo Debunker OC like all the other cool people in the fandom😼

I am no artist but I tried!!! it's hard to draw when you're a decaying zombie with rigor mortis :/

woo hoo time for a lore dump!!

Her name is Allister (just like me bc it's the best name ever!! defiantly not cus I'm bad with names!) and she's a member of Jabberwock (and by proxy, a ghoul)

Allister's stigma is kinda similar to Jin's? just a little. She can compel people to do things, but it doesn't work best on *people*. Her stigma works better on lower-intelligence creatures which is why she's so good with animals.

Also it's not apart of her being a ghoul, but shes immune to almost all poisons, venoms, and disease cus she's a special snowflake!! She often pesters Yuri to do research on this condition of hers so she has an excuse to hang around Mortkranken and see Jiro.

Allister is a transfer student from America. She moved to Japan after a certain incident... *foreshadows tragic backstory*...

Her special artifact is a butterfly knife that can shrink and grow. It's just barely sentient , so she can control it with her stigma. She often uses it like a boomerang. She also named her artifact "Billie"

Allister is incredibly researched in Cryptozoology and all matters relating to the undead. She's also pretty good with just regular zoology and biology, but she sucks ass in everything else.

She takes care of an anomalous octopus she claims was "gifted to her by The Mighty Cthulhu" (she found it while on a mission). Allister decided "this is my child now" and named the octopus "Kithy". Kithy isn't a baby kraken like Calamari, but he's relatively the same size. Kithy isn't dangerous at all, just very, VERY mischievous. Allister's stigma is why she's such a good candidate to be Kithy's caretaker and in Jabberwock in general. Though she doesn't really have to use her stigma on Kithy since he sees her as her mom anyways. She prefers to work with reptiles, but she loves all animals.

As you may have noticed, Alli is an emo kween 🖤🩸⛓️ She accessorizes to high hell (ignore that she doesn't have many in the artwork) and enjoys pushing the boundaries of the Darkwick dress code >:3

About that tragic backstory I teased a few paragraphs ago.... She left America because her vampire fianceé was murdered by her rival, Lucy. Lucy is this bitch that just likes to fuck with Allister cus she can. "haha I killed the women you were gonna have turn you into a vampire and marry". Typical Lucy shenanigans!!!

Allister, unlike me, is not a lazy decaying zombie, so she does her part to help around Jabberwock - mainly trying to pick up Ren's slack. I imagine the two of them have a sibling-rivarly-like relationship. Also their rooms are right next to each other so they like annoying the other with their music/movie volume.

Allister gets along with the other members of Jabberwock too - she gets along with most people. Except for the Sinostra members.... she despises them for being "the cool ones who get red in their uniform". She also doesn't really like Yuri that much but she sucks up to him anyways so he's more likely to let her hang around Mortkranken

Speaking of uniforms- Allister is constantly changing her fit depending on where she's doing. There's her school uniform, of course, and The Jumpsuit..., but she also has a casual fits she likes to wear when working around the park, usually made up of a band tee and jean shorts. Whenever she's loitering helping out at Mortkranken, she wears a cute little red velvet bodycon dress and a lab coat. Whenever she's out on missions, she goes all out on the wardrobe too. She's a little fashionista ✨

final tidbit of lore for her - Her favorite flower is the Spider Lily, which is also the nickname Towa calls her. There's a lot of meaning to spider lilies. Rebirth and renewal, eternal separation, paying tribute to the dead, and I think all of those really suit her.

I put a lot of love and crying over my lack of art skills into her, so I hope you guys like her at least a little bit 🫶🫶🫶

#tkdb #tokyo debunker #tdb #tokyo debunker oc #oc #i have severe eye strain from drawing and writing on my phone but im too comfy to get out of bed #my fingers are cramping

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demonic0angel · 2 years ago

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Chapter 6 of Ghost Games is out!

(Please start subscribing, I'll stop posting chapters on tumblr after the first arc)

"This... is Marina?" Nightingale asked again, just to confirm.

The man nodded. "We have asked the teacher."

Sparrow muttered to himself, "I knew something wasn't right."

The man tilted his head towards him but didn't ask. "Will this be enough to guarantee your completion of the scenario?"

Robin asked, "Why are you helping us and not others? What if they're closer to completion than us?"

The man laughed lowly. Another one of his companions said, "Newcomers are often the most brave. Us old players won't take risks. If we help you, we can escape faster. Also, you look like you know what you're doing. Didja used to have a life solving crimes, boy?"

"... a life solving... crimes?" Robin looked frozen stiff.

The companion, who looked like an octopus man, chuckled wetly. "We all have little memories of a past life. Some recover memories, others will never remember. Your wish is a memory of your past life."

Robin trembled in place. Sensing chaos in the next second, Nightingale immediately said, "Thank you for your help. Give us 2 days, we'll complete the scenario by then."

The vampire chuckled. "You, little girl, are one of the better humans I've seen. We won't disturb you now."

Then that was when they left.

Nightingale hadn't even asked them their name. She hesitated to call after them, before she realized that perhaps they had a reason. They were kind enough to help them, but they weren't selfless. They just wanted to survive and although they put their cards on the table to help the three, it didn't mean friendship or trust.

They probably didn't dare hope that they would survive, so they didn't want to know their names.

Nightingale uneasily turned back to Robin and Sparrow. Both she and Sparrow stared at Robin, who's expression was completely blank. His mask hid all of the emotions in his eyes, so Nightingale couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

"... Robin?" She asked softly.

Robin had been the backbone of their team since the day they met. Although Nightingale and Sparrow had an innate connection that they didn't share with Robin, Robin alone had been the one leading them and guiding them.

He was silent for a moment before he then said, "We know that the ghost isn't Marina now. So that means that the girl who hung herself was Marina, so by letting her down, we can assume that it'll move along the scenario. We should first look for the supply closet."

Sparrow hesitated only for a moment before nodding decisively and he said, "That's fine, we should go now before class starts and teachers start pulling kids into class."

Nightingale stared worriedly at Robin, not speaking.

He noticed her gaze, and turned with a light smile. "It's fine. We should go."

Since he was unwilling to speak, Nightingale didn't make it hard for him. She nodded and after they put away their food trays, she lead them to the supply closet. But when she finally entered the hall, there was no door to be found.

"Are you sure it's here?" Sparrow asked doubtfully. He tilted his head and moved around the wall.

Last night, Nightingale had distinctly remembered running away and entering the hall here. She had observed how there seemed to be no one around before she had ran forward for somewhere to hide and hopefully recollect herself to find Sparrow and Robin again. She had recalled the scream she heard and the possible smashing noises of bodies from the hallway monitor before seeing a secure looking door and then entering it.

Then she had found Marina.

Nightingale told them that and Robin hummed. He still seemed a little distracted since earlier, but he looked less upset now.

"Maybe it's something that can only be found at certain times. At least we know now that it's definitely important if it's hidden."

Sparrow sighed and shoved his pockets in his hands. "What now?"

Robin shrugged. "Maybe we should go and talk to more students. At the very least, we still have a bit of time before school ends and it's time for curfew."

Nightingale said, "Maybe we should look into the principal."

"I'm not gonna lie," Sparrow said, "I feel like if this was a movie, we should look into Brittany. The principal hasn't been mentioned at all. At most, she just looks around and doesn't do anything."

"But wasn't she there at the library? What if she's hiding something?"

Robin put a stop to their arguing. "Let's split up. I'll go to the principal's office and see what's up. Nightingale, you and Sparrow will find what you can about Brittany. We'll meet back in front of the closet before school ends at 2:50."

Sparrow frowned. "Where do we start?"

"Find a phone or computer, talk to people, ask around." Robin listed their options calmly and then walked off without a word.

Tacitly, both Sparrow and Nightingale said nothing, knowing that his mind was in turmoil. Sparrow looked at Nightingale and said, "I'm going to look at the computers and you look around, you go talk to people."

Nightingale kind of felt like the two teammates she had were extremely antisocial.

She raised an eyebrow but didn't disagree. She didn't mind talking to people because she knew she was good at it. "Okay. We'll meet back here an hour before Robin, okay?"

"Got it. You be safe." He stared at her meaningfully and then left.

Nightingale bit her lip and then moved to the stairs to go downstairs and leave the school for the other buildings.

There were probably kids skipping class, right?

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Nightingale found them.

She waved her hand and asked, "Excuse me, but can you tell me about a girl from the 2-B class?"

"Want one?" A girl offered a rolled up stick, smoke puffing out of her nose.

Nightingale's lips twitched but she shook her head gently. "No, but thank you."

"What did you need?" Another girl asked.

"Can you tell me about Brittany from 2-B?"

A girl with braids laughed lowly, "We're seniors, girlie. But I can tell you something, that girl was a total bitch."

The boy sitting against the building said, "Totally hot. But a bitch."

The first girl who spoke nodded. "She was rich and she was pretty, so she shoved her nose in everyone's business. Bullied a whole bunch of kids but nobody could stop her because her dad was one of the people on the council."

"Yeah, but he can't do anything now!" A girl chortled. "She's dead, but serves her right! Rumors say that after she killed some kids, they took revenge and tore her apart."

Nightingale paused and then asked, "Some kids? I thought she only killed one."

"I have no idea, but there's at least 2."

Two kids... Brittany had killed two kids.

That surely meant that the shadow was the other child!

Overjoyed, Nightingale thanked the four smoking kids and then left. She had spent a long time searching for any student stragglers and had to dodge a hallway monitor to get outside behind the school, so by the time she arrived back in front of the closet, she was only a little bit early.

Nightingale sat there on the ground, quietly waiting for Robin and Sparrow to come. Sure enough, they arrived, one after another.

"Did you find anything?"

"Yes!" She said, eager to please. "I found out that Brittany has rumors about her of her killing people. At the very least, there's two deaths that happened because of her, so we can guess that the shadow is the other person!"

Robin nodded and smiled lightly. "Very good." Butterflies immediately erupted in Nightingale's stomach but she just tamped down her smile and didn't say anything. "I found out that the principal helped Brittany hide something. Now that you've told me that, it's probably what the principal helped hide from the media."

Sparrow frowned. "How did you find out that about the principal?"

"She was muttering and ranting in her office," Robin said leisurely. "I snuck in through the window and heard her. She's scared that she'll be next to be murdered."

"Serves her right," Sparrow scoffed. "Trying to hide murder? I'm not surprised the ghosts took revenge."

Robin just smiled and turned to Nightingale, "Did you ask the students what the name of the other victim was?"

Nightingale blinked and then smacked her hand against her forehead. "I forgot! Ancients, I can't believe I just left like that!"

Robin laughed. "It's fine. We all know what happens when you ask too many questions. At least we know a little bit more about the ghost. Everything will make sense soon after we get Marina down."

Nightingale nodded, "So the scenario will probably end when the principal dies. That means we have to get Marina down before then." She paused. "Are... are we sure that she's the key to us winning?"

"I trust you," Robin said earnestly.

Nightingale immediately backtracked. "Never mind then."

Sparrow gave her a hard stare but he mostly looked amused. Seeing how someone as oblivious and dense as he was staring at her, she only felt a little embarrassed before she wondered to herself why she knew that and why she even cared.

Robin beckoned them all forward, not seeming to notice the other two's strangeness.

"I have a plan."

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Night fell once more. All three of them waited in the hallway near the supply closet.

Another day had passed. Last night, they had waited in the same spot and had seen the door appear, but a black shadow mass had also materialized alongside it, and guarded it zealously the entire night. While Sparrow had gone off to watch the principal, both Robin and Nightingale had waited for the shadow to appear.

That night was spent watching the shadow restlessly pace around the entrance of the supply closet.

And this day, they were about to attempt the stakeout again.

"Should I go and watch the principal again?" Sparrow asked.

He had been the one to leave because he had been too antsy and jittery to sit still and watch. Nightingale had only been reassured by Robin's words that Sparrow was quick and wily before she had let him go.

Nightingale frowned and Robin reached out to pat Sparrow's head. "Patience. You can leave in a bit, but I have a feeling that the ghost is getting impatient. I think they'll move out tonight. Remember the plan?"

Both Nightingale and Sparrow dutifully nodded. Sparrow recited it, "Nightingale will stay here and go inside the closet, me and you will distract the ghost. You'll fight the ghost while I protect the principal if it comes down to it."

He rolled his eyes at the last part.

Robin stared at him sternly. "I know you want to fight, but I don't feel reassured about it."

"Why not?! How do you know that you can fight?"

"I dunno, I just feel it!"

"I call cap!"

"Cap my butt!" Robin finally lost his temper and the two of them began to argue vehemently.

Nightingale numbly stared at the wall where the supply closet would appear and tried to ignore them.

She suddenly slapped Robin's arm and they immediately shut up. "Shh!" She shushed them. "It's here."

The door warped into place and the shadow leaked out from underneath the door, forming a barely tangible body. It stretched itself and then stalked off quickly. Nightingale hesitantly brought out her head and saw it dart off into the distance.

She breathed a sigh of relief. "It's gone."

"Alright, we'll go straight to the principal!" Robin said firmly. "We have to make sure she doesn't move from her office! Good luck, Nightingale, be safe." He said the last part firmly as he reached out to comfortingly hold her hand before leaving. Sparrow followed after him with only a little wave before the two of them were gone.

She was now alone.

Nightingale flushed and clutched her fingers, still feeling a little bit of his warmth.

She focused back on the supply closet, but in that moment, there was the sound of feet running against the ground and then a student wearing a male uniform ran across her vision. Nightingale startled back and pressed into her hiding spot as she heard the enraged shout, "Students! Students out of bed!"

Nightingale's eyes widened again.

Had this student gotten caught by a hallway monitor?

But as she strained her head to catch a glimpse of the student, wondering if she should move out and help, she saw the student stand at the end of the hall in silence and then melt away.

She clapped a hand over her mouth to hold back her gasp.

Had that been the shadow?!

The hallway monitor snarled in rage but didn't move away. Instead, he seemed to move around the hallway, lumbering this way and that. He dragged his bat behind him and it made wet noises as the nails dragged against the blood it left behind.

He was now protecting the hallway. That student had lead him here deliberately?!

Nightingale wanted to curse.

She was some distance away from the closet so she and the others wouldn't be detected by the shadow, but now it was hindering her as the hallway monitor watched over the room.

She could jump over him like last time, but there was no space for her to maneuver herself and she also had to open the door and slip inside. If she was slow, she would be hit by the bat and directly crushed to bits.

Nightingale really hoped that the others were doing better.

What was she going to do now?

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Uh oh, Jazz is in a pickle!

Updates will be a little slower after the first arc 🫡

Thank you to everyone who's supported me and this fic so far!

#dc x dp #dp x dc #jazz fenton #danny phantom x dc #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #jason todd #ghost game au

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