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Aloha, cowboy 😁✌

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team dresch - seven

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WOO DO-HWAN in 'BLOODHOUNDS'

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— “i bite at the hand that feeds me” goes so hard nowadays

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eat the rose and the dirt it grows in -> hwang iseul

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dni my idea of romance is being hunted like deer with a bow and arrow

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Messenger! What news have you from the Yaoi front?

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no one blame me for the abundance of ondinea content. he's handfeeding it to me and im in shambles

ARE WE JOKING!!!!!!

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BANG CHAN ♡ FENDI 2025 MILAN FASHION WEEK SHOW

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ARE WE JOKING!!!!!!

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An act like this. Junghwa had made sure to always keep it private enough, be always he meant ever since he started to care about who found out what he was. It was for the best, keeping this from others. There were hunters out there, hunters who looked like normal people and he didn’t want to jeopardise this happiness he had found within Ondinea or worse, risk their life somehow. He would gently hold that hand, turn it, thumb brushing over the wrist. Hand brought to his lips, but instead of biting he would kiss over the wrist, over the spot he had chosen. The nymph was nervous, he wasn’t surprised. The pulse quick, he could feel it well. The blood rushing, he could hear it. “I’ll be gentle and quick. I won’t take too much, I promise.” He whispers, once again kissing over the same spot. Junghwa would look at the other, eyes having changed colour. They were crimson, more brighter, deadly. It wasn’t his wish to scare Ondinea, but this wasn’t something he could control either. “I’m sorry baby.” His voice soft, apologetic as those fangs dig into that soft flesh. Piercing the skin with ease. Blood gushing out and into his mouth as he sucks over the small punctures, eyes locked on the other. Not too much, he keeps telling himself. Again and again, hold tightening on that hand. Hold back. Stop. STOP. The words repeat in his head. What was ten seconds felt like an hour, Junghwa forces himself away. Hand over the tiny wounds on that blood stained wrist. He doesn’t look at the nymph. He craved for more, more more more. Breathing laboured, holding that little hand. Once again he would apologise, so quietly, it was barely audible.

the nymph nods, lips pressed against each other as to stifle any noises that may slip out of them. it stings. it always does. no matter how many times they do this, hy doesn't know if it'll ever make hym not dizzy. bleeding simply wasn't in a nymph's nature, but... they would endure it. at first, they did so for their survival. to make sure junghwa was kept at bay and didn't feed on or endanger anyone else. now, though, they endure purely for him. to satisfy him. if he had to seek out another source of sustenance ondinea is afraid their heart may crack. an odd, almost shameful thing to admit, but it is the truth. junghwa was their mate, and they should be enough for him.

eyes screwed shut, they don't blink open until they feel junghwa pull away. "it's okay. it's okay. you can't help it," ondinea tries to soothe. quickly, they reach into their glove compartment for some healing herbs they've stored specifically for this purpose along with some gauze, wrapping the two punctures with an exhale.

"when we get back to my nest... you can feed properly. i promise." it usually takes a lot out of them, is the only thing. so it's best done at the end of the day when they can cuddle up and sleep afterwards. luckily, the nymph doesn't have any further plans for the afternoon. just as long as they can get up to feed petal dinner...

"are you okay? do you want a little more?" they offer their other wrist. the nymph doesn't feel overly lightheaded. if they're given the opportunity, they will always offer themself to junghwa. every single time.

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Doing something so domesticated wasn’t how he expected to spend his days, but he had to admit he was enjoying it. He smiles, knowing that Ondinea meant well and that they were simply excited to cook for them. The nymph still wasn’t used to the vampire needs and it showed. He lets them finish before speaking out, he had been patient.

“You’re so cute baby, really cute. I love it when you get all excited about cooking. How about this. I have a little snack right now and then you can bake the tart when we get home?” He gets in the car with Ondinea, settling there. The vampire holds out his hand for them to take, that same almost intoxicating smile on his face. “Will you help me, baby?”

baby. it makes their metaphorical feathers shiver with satisfaction. ondinea had a chirp just for junghwa, and it seemed like the petname was the non nymph equivalent to their melodic call.

"i enjoy cooking. even better if it's for you..." they explain shyly. eso knows eso can... babble. and their vampire had been nothing but patient with their propensity for chatting. ondinea takes his hand easily. "yes--! of course. now? would you... would you like my wrist? or my neck? as long as i can drive afterwards, okay? so-- so not too much, please. and as long as no one sees..."

for two reasons. 1) the last thing they needed was for a human to see such an act 2) ondinea was painfully shy about the whole ordeal.

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“who’s the top??” “who’s the bottom?” “blank is such a bottom-“ “so and so is taller so they’re the top-“ listen guys. it’s whichever one has a harder time being vulnerable. that’s the bottom

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the view is nothing less than breathtaking. ondinea had always admired the sky, and having such an intimate view of the stars felt like a gift. even through the firestorm of emotion prickling at their skin, ondinea gives themself permission to admire. maybe it was okay to bask in this, at least.

"i apo--" they stop themself from apologizing once more. "i'm not sure, lord ares. i mean no offense, but..." eso fiddles with the hem of their dress. feet tip tap at the floor of the car. arches flexing en pointe then relaxing. nervous habit. "i fear that this is some sort of test. or a misunderstanding. something my sisters would have concocted. i don't know if you've spoken to them, or if you've heard of their gossip..." suddenly, a weight of anger suffocates their chest.

couldn't those monsters ever leave hym alone? was banishing not enough?

"but my sisters are liars. all they seem to do is lie and--" the nymph is shocked at what they just said. they had never called them such a thing before. "i-- i mean they... they don't like me very much. they are always finding ways to harm me. i don't know why." their fiddling ceases. "please understand my confusion, lord ares. i've been banished for years, now, and-- and someone of your caliber has never courted me even before i was forced into the human realm."

The nymph had looked worried from the very first moment. Ares had assumed that it was simply his presence—the weight of it pressing against them, all that power unsettling to mortal senses. Perhaps eso thought him nothing more than a mindless, violent tyrant...? A common enough misconception. But Ares was not mindless. And he was hardly a tyrant if he had little interest in ruling anything at all.

By the time he spoke again, he had already shut the door behind them and moved to the driver’s side of the Mustang. With a smooth motion, he slid into the seat and turned the key.

"To my temple," he answered, voice purring. "We have an important meeting with my favorite High Priestess"

The engine roared to life. Then the city blurred, melting into stars across a vast sky—a god’s shortcut, divine and seamless. And yet, somehow, it still felt like asphalt beneath them.

Ares glanced sideways, eyes glinting with something between mischief and certainty.

"Now," he drawled, deeply amused, "why would you apologize... And then say the same thing again?" and Ares was far from mad, really, he was finding it all a bit too fun! "Do tell me, little pearl, why on Earth would I get you if I found you unfit or unworthy?"

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FULL NAME: modest weston / kim do-yoon SPECIES: clairvoyant, ? GENDER: male  PRONOUNS: he/him DOB / AGE: 20 june / 36 (appears 26) ALIGNMENT: chaotic good OCCUPATION: private investigator DRINK, SMOKE, DRUGS?: no, yes, sometimes ORIENTATION: closeted homosexual POSITION:  switch versatile    COUNTENANCE HAIR COLOR / STYLE:  frequently bleached blonde /buzzcut  EYE COLOR / STYLE: dark grey /  downturned almond HEIGHT: five feet, eleven inches TATTOOS: sword of justice behind left ear, biological mother's birth and death date on right bicep PIERCINGS: lobe, nostril NOTICEABLE TRAITS: scar in the middle of chest, intense eyes, sharp bone structure MENTAL POSITIVE TRAITS: diplomatic, introverted, perceptive  NEGATIVE TRAITS: workaholic, vigilante, evasive LIKES: caffeine, his cats, researching DISLIKES: bureaucracy, sleeping, crowds

BIOGRAPHY  kim do-yoon was kidnapped from his mother when he was just a toddler. very little information exists regarding the motives behind his kidnapping, however, there are a handful of key facts gathered from officials. the child was brought to a commune inhabited by an extremist doomsday cult. the cult seemed to have worshipped him as some sort of prophet or deity. three years after his kidnapping, the cult of 100+ individuals all ended their lives. do-yoon, for some reason, was kept alive and quickly found after officials discovered the site of the mass suicide. tragically, his mother had also taken her own life a few days before he was found. as a result, do-yoon was adopted by a wealthy (albeit unqualified) and well-meaning family. renamed modest weston, modest grew up in relative peace and privilege. it had become clear to modest that although his time in the commune was mostly repressed, something strange had happened to him while there. at the start of his new life, he possessed divine intuition and endured visions of the history of things he touched. as he got older, these gifts only became clearer and more definitive. modest had become more inclined to hide them. modest has also begun to realize that he is not aging, seeming not to have physically changed at all since his 26th birthday. although modest has dedicated his life to investigating genealogy, he cannot seem to piece together his own life before his adoption. nowadays he utilizes his unusual talents to benefit the investigations he's tasked with. when he's not researching, he can be found huddled in his apartment with his two cats, a sphynx named hudson and a persian named adler.