#💉 > open thread

[milltown-boy]

“ pretty boy consumed by death “

MICK WAS half sprawled, damn near half-dressed across the torn up couch that had been left sitting near his musty corner. One of his boots was kicked off, and the other dangling off the edge of the measly coffee table. The safe house was a bit stuffy, smelled like cigarettes, gunpowder, dew— and the radio was busted again.

“ ain’t got no goddamn reason to keep me here like a princess in a tower. “ he’d muttered, throwing an arm over his eyes, head lolled back against the arm.

He huffed, “ you’d think if this damn group was so important, there’d be something decent to eat. Or air conditioning, or a fuckin’ record player. “ he’d paused, eyes flickering lazily as he’d shifted to sit up.

At least they had a damn arcade machine, but even then, that seemed to be busted up. Probably from when Bell got mad and.. kicked it a lil’ too hard. They both sure got an earful out of it.

[dakusan]

📁 ASK D U M P 𓆩🩸𓆪 20 JUNE 2025

💉 TODAY'S ASK DUMP IS IN SESSION.

You sent offerings. I licked the envelope. Now your secrets live in my bloodstream.

Today’s spread is a banquet of biting, brat taming, creative meltdowns, psychic blood girls, cult curiosities, and vamps who do not play when you get grazed by another. Some of you want fluff. Some of you want fangs. Some of you want to be rearranged like furniture.

Either way, you’re getting fed. So kneel. Let’s begin.

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🌹💚 ANONS LOGGED: “does your vampire universe come with bonus ghosts or should we bring our own?”

To 💚anon and 🌹anon (because you asked similarly the same question so i decided to answer in one ask)—welcome, welcome, you’ve come to the right place. Let’s open the floorboards, sharpen the ritual knives, and talk about the supernatural landscape of the vampire!SKZ universe.

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🕯️DO OTHER BEINGS EXIST IN THIS UNIVERSE?

YES. YES. GOD, YES. The vampire world is just the beginning. This universe is bigger, older, and infinitely stranger than anyone knows. You’ve got:

Witches (of course): not wand-waving Disney types—real, bone-deep witches who specialize in blood contracts, dream walking, resurrection spells, scent-binding, and veilcraft. Some are born, some are made. Most keep to hidden covens or disguise themselves in plain sight.

Shifters: Wolves, crows, serpents, and others bound to ancient pacts. Most are wildborn, tethered to territory and nature. Some work alongside vampire houses. Some are hunted.

Fae: Rare. Terrifying. Beautiful in that you’ll-never-leave-the-woods-again kind of way. Vampires don’t trust them. Fae magic doesn’t follow vampire laws—it rewrites them.

Oracles: Human-born, often unstable, marked by prophecy and plagued by visions. Vampires call them “Thread-Touched.” Their blood is dangerous—sometimes fatal, sometimes divine.

Demons: Not horns and hellfire—think contracts, echoes, bargains. Most live between realms. Some possess. Some inhabit. They know the old vampire families by name.

Ghosts, revenants, and dream-stalkers: The veil between life and death? Thin. And the vampire world is constantly poking it.

👁️WHAT IF THE BLOOD DOLL IS "IN TUNE"?

Oh baby. If the blood doll is an empath… or worse, a sleeper oracle? Someone who dreams of shadows that aren’t glamour-induced, sees things no one else sees, draws sigils and faces from another plane??

The boys lose their goddamn minds.

🩸HOW VAMPIRE!SKZ REACT:

Bang Chan He knows you're not normal. He saw it in your scent the first time. When you whisper a warning that turns out to be true—when you draw a sigil you’ve never learned—he gets quiet. He locks your blood samples in a vault. Has the coven run tests. Has Nocte Labs flag your name in red. And when you say “something’s coming”? He believes you. He prepares for war.

Minho He watches. Doesn't speak on it. But every time you start muttering about shadows at 3am, he sets salt around the bed. One night you wake up sobbing from a dream and find a knife under your pillow. He won’t explain it. He just says:

“Next time, stab first.”

Changbin Immediately starts cataloguing your symptoms like a case study—until he realizes your “delusions” are predictions. He starts dreaming when he drinks from you. Nightmares. You see them too. He won’t say it, but he’s scared. And in awe. And so, so protective now.

Hyunjin You're haunted. He knows. So is he. He draws the things you mutter in your sleep. Sketches them into whole murals. Sometimes your hands move at the same time. Sometimes your eyes go blank and he whispers, “tell me what you see.”

Jisung He jokes at first. “My baby’s got a ghost friend.” But when the glamours stop working on you he goes silent. He builds you a dreamcatcher from obsidian and bone. You hang it. The dreams get louder.

Felix Felix has seen these beings before. The shadows in your dreams? He met them. He ran from them. When you speak their names in your sleep, he clutches your wrist and says, “Don’t say it again. Even here.”

Seungmin He reads every book on empathic blood types, oracular trauma, and veil disturbances. He logs your episodes. He treats you like a rare artefact… but never lets you feel like a freak.

“If something’s coming, I’d rather face it next to you than blind.”

Jeongin You scare him at first. Not because he thinks you’re evil—because you feel like a mirror. You whisper things he’s never told anyone. You write things he hasn’t lived yet. And he tells you, gently: “I think we’re the same kind of wrong.”

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💚🌹Anons—you opened the gates. Will I do a deep dive into these mythical beings? Who knows. Not any time soon that's for sure.

Thank you for the ask lovelies. stay hydrated in this heat 💋🦇

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🌀 COLLIN-THEGREAT LOGGED: “what if I topped a vampire but he was actually just letting me think I topped a vampire?”

OKAY COLLIN-THEGREAT—first of all?? You had me at “unstable human who loves a little mind fuck” because THAT IS THE ENERGY WE RUN ON HERE. 🩸💦🧠 Second of all?? YOU WANT DOMMIE BLOOD DOLL Y/N??? You want to flip the script on the apex predators??? You want to tug a vampire’s leash and see who moans first???

LET’S GO.

⚠️ warnings: 18+ MINOR DNI, smut, dom/sub dynamics, mild bondage, primal themes, blood kink (vampire lore), possessiveness. all consensual. all feral.

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💋WHAT HAPPENS WHEN Y/N TRIES TO TAKE CONTROL DURING SEX (vampire!SKZ edition)

��� Bang Chan

You straddle him. You lean in close. You whisper, “Tonight, I’m calling the shots.”

He smiles. Slow. Lazy. Deadly. “Okay, sweetheart. Let’s see how long you last.”

Let you think you’re in control for five minutes flat. He’s watching. Studying. You tie his wrists? He’ll stay still—until you slip. He’ll grind up into you just once, and suddenly your rhythm’s his, your orgasm’s right there, and his voice is in your ear saying: “Control isn’t about who’s on top. It’s about who breaks first. Wanna try again?”

Subby? Never. Let you pretend? Oh, absolutely. Secretly obsessed with your dominance streak? Completely. Will use it to destroy you later? 100%.

🩸 Lee Minho

You pull him by the collar of his shirt. You try to pin his wrists. You want to see the predator submit.

He laughs.

“Darling. You want to top a vampire built to break bones?”

But when you command him? When you look him dead in the eyes and say, “On your knees”—he goes still. He kneels. Slowly. But not because he’s yours.

Because he wants to see what kind of god you think you are. And then he'll worship you. Worship you wrong.

“I’ll obey. But don’t beg for mercy when you forget who you’re riding.”

🩸 Seo Changbin

You tell him you’re setting the pace tonight.

He leans back. Smirks. Spreads his thighs. “Go on then. Do your worst.”

He lives for it. You being greedy? Desperate? Riding his cock? Grinding over his abs with your hands on his chest?? YES.

He won’t stop you. But he will tease you relentlessly.

“This what you wanted, baby? You look so cute when you’re trying to be in charge.” “You wanna use me? Go ahead. Just remember who’s gonna flip you over when you’re done.”

A+ for enthusiastic consent and ruinous comebacks.

🩸 Hwang Hyunjin

You tie him down. Tell him not to move. Not to bite. Not to speak.

He moans.

He wants to be wrecked. He wants to be worshipped. He wants to look up at you, flushed and trembling, saying “Is this what you wanted?” But make no mistake—if you falter even once, he’ll snap the restraints with his teeth and flip you so fast your lungs forget how to work.

“You wanted a pet, didn’t you?… But pets bite, darling.”

🩸 Han Jisung

He’s SO INTO IT. He’ll let you sit on his face. He’ll moan under you. He’ll beg to taste you. To fuck you.

But the second you think you’re fully in control? He flips you with a laugh and pins you to the mattress like a fucking wrestler.

“You were doing so good, baby. But now it’s my turn.”

🩸 Lee Felix

You straddle him. Tell him to lie still. Keep his hands off. You trail your fingers over his chest and whisper, “You're mine tonight.”

And he just smiles. Bright. Sweet. Like he’s never done anything wrong in his life.

“Okay, baby. Tell me what to do.”

But something in his voice clicks. Something in his eyes says, this is a trap. He lets you use him—grind on him, ride him, take what you need—and he moans like he’s thankful for it.

But when you come undone? When your pace falters, when your thighs shake, when your breath catches? His hands suddenly grip your hips. Hard. And he whispers against your throat: “My turn.”

🩸 Kim Seungmin

He lets you think you’ve won. You’re grinding on him. Whimpering in his lap. Telling him to shut up and be good.

He’s quiet. Watching. And then he says, low and deadly: “You think I’m obedient just because I don’t speak?”

He’ll give you exactly what you want—until it’s no longer what you need. Then it’s over. He’ll flip the script, flip you, and you’ll be begging him to finish what you started.

Seungmin is dangerous when provoked. Loves the illusion of surrender.

🩸 Yang Jeongin

At first, he blushes when you take control. He lets you pin him. Lets you ride. Lets you whisper filth in his ear.

But the second he catches the scent of your slick and your heartbeat stutters—Something in him breaks open. His eyes go sharp. His smile goes slow. Too slow. You see the fangs—just barely peeking. And then he tilts his head and says: “You wanna be in charge?… Then take it, baby. Before I do.”

It is at that moment, you realize you’ve awakened something, and it’s not stopping. He doesn’t flip you. He lets you stay on top—lets you think it’s still yours—while he drags moans from your chest and wrecks you from underneath with lethal sweetness.

“Told you I could be good... But it’s so much more fun when I’m not.”

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YOU’RE WELCOME. STAY HORNY. STAY DELIRIOUS. AND NEVER TRUST A SUBMISSIVE VAMPIRE. 🥀

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🍓 ANON LOGGED: “currently one intrusive thought away from sobbing… can Chan hug me and tsundere Lino call me annoying in a loving way?”

AWW ANON 😭💖 come here. First of all: YOU’RE SO LOVED. Second: I am absolutely giving you both soft Chan and tsundere Minho. You deserve fluff so powerful it wraps around your anxiety like a blanket fresh out the dryer.

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Bang Chan

You’re overwhelmed. Your chest feels too tight. The world’s too loud. Everything’s shaking—maybe even your hands.

And then he finds you. Doesn’t say anything at first. Just drops to his knees in front of you. Takes your hands in his, thumbs brushing the inside of your wrists, grounding you.

“Hey, hey… I got you. You’re okay. Just breathe, alright?”

He pulls you into his lap. Wraps his arms around your back. Rocks you—slow and steady, like you’re the only rhythm he knows. His hoodie smells like vanilla and something warm, and his heartbeat is so steady it calms your own.

“It's okay. I am here. I'm staying. Let me hold you, take it all out. I'll listen.”

When you finally look up, there are no questions in his eyes. Just that soft, half-smile—the one he saves for when he’s proud of you. And he presses a kiss to your forehead like he’s sealing you back together.

Lee Minho

You try to hide how bad it is. Of course you do. Minho notices immediately.

“Why are you making that face?”

“I’m fine.”

“That’s what people say when they’re definitely not.”

You try to laugh it off. He glares at you. Mutters something under his breath. Storms out of the room.

You think you scared him off.

Then he comes back.

With your favourite snack. Your cosiest blanket. A little heat pack that smells faintly of lavender. And he throws it all down next to you on the bed like he’s annoyed with it—then sighs and sits beside you, cross-legged and arms folded.

“I’m not good at this, okay?”

“But you don’t have to act happy around me. Just be you. Even if you’re sad. I’ll deal with it.”

His hand finds yours and he squeezes gently. You lean on his shoulder. He doesn't move. Doesn’t flinch. Just sits there quietly, letting you cry if you need to, while the show in the background on the tv plays and the soft glow of the screen washes over both of you.

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🥹 I hope this helps even a little bit. 💌 Sending you soft hoodie hugs and forehead kisses

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🐈 ANON LOGGED: “what if someone even thinks about touching her—do they die fast or slow?”

OH 🐈ANON. YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN SOME mortal fool lays even a finger on the blood doll that belongs to the most dangerous vampire syndicate alive? You want to know what happens when someone thinks they can just graze her wrist or breathe too close like she isn’t marked, claimed, and watched from every shadow?

OH, BABY. Let me show you what unholy wrath looks like.

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🩸 WHAT VAMPIRE!SKZ DO WHEN SOMEONE CROSSES THE LINE WITH HER (even a little)

Bang Chan The second it happens—before you even flinch—Chan has already seen it. He doesn't raise his voice. Doesn't even move fast. He just walks over calmly and says: “You touched what’s mine.”

And then it’s over.

The offender doesn’t even scream—Chan has them on the ground, one hand around their throat, other hand drenched in blood. When he looks up at you after?

“You okay, sweetheart?” “...No one touches you but me. Ever.”

He’ll carry you home. Soothe your nerves. And the next morning, that person’s name is wiped off every database like they never existed.

Lee Minho He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe. Doesn’t speak. He simply walks over—slow, graceful, terrifying.

And with a soft, elegant voice: “Did you mean to do that? Or should I remove your hands just in case?”

You blink. And suddenly the person’s arm is dislocated, shattered from the inside. He brushes your shoulder off with his fingers like the touch contaminated you.

Then he leans in close to you and whispers: “I’d never let anyone defile you. You’re sacred to me.”

Seo Changbin He’s already halfway to feral. The second someone touches you? He’s between you and them with a low growl in his chest.

“Move. Move right now before I tear you open and we find out how long it takes your organs to shut down.”

He grabs your hand, checks your pulse, kisses your wrist gently to soothe the adrenaline and then turns back around with murder in his eyes.

“You ever even look at her again, you won't live to see the next sunrise.”

Hwang Hyunjin At first, he looks heartbroken. Shocked. Eyes wide. Staring at your arm like it’s bruised even though it’s not.

Then?

He loses it. He’s laughing while dragging the offender to their knees. His voice is shaking—from rage, not fear.

“You touched a masterpiece with dirty hands. How do you plan to pay for that, huh?”

He makes them apologize. Not to him—to you. And only after you nod does he finally let go. Still twitching. Still high on fury.

Then turns to you like nothing happened and whispers: “You’re okay now, angel. I’ve got you.”

Han Jisung No one even sees him move. One second he’s joking by the bar, the next he’s got a blade to someone’s gut, smiling like a lunatic.

“Oh my godddd, you actually touched her? Do you want your fingers back, or should I gift wrap them?”

He’s laughing. You’re shaking. He shoves the offender back and wipes your skin clean with a silk handkerchief, mumbling: “So fucking lucky I don’t blackmail your entire bloodline.”

Later, when you’re curled up next to him, he still can’t let it go. “You smell like them. Hate it. Let me fix it.” And he does. With his mouth. With his hands. With vengeance.

Lee Felix Oh. Oh, no. See, Felix doesn’t rage. He darkens. He gets quiet. Still. Voice low enough to make your spine shiver.

“She’s not for touching.”

And then? He grabs the offender by the face—gently—and drives them into the wall. He doesn't even bite them until after the screaming starts.

When he turns back, he’s smiling like he didn’t just crack someone’s skull or bleed them dry.

“You okay, love? Want me to carry you out of here?”

His hands shake later. Not from fear—from how close he was to going too far. He presses his forehead to yours and whispers: “They won’t ever try again.”

Kim Seungmin He doesn’t get violent—he gets lethal. He walks up to the offender, smiles politely, and says: “You have five seconds to apologize. And then you’re going to walk out that door. If you don’t?… Well. Let’s just say I’ve already texted someone who’d enjoy what happens next.”

He’s not bluffing. You feel his hand on your lower back, guiding you gently behind him. His whole body is taut with controlled rage.

Later, he looks at you and murmurs: “You don’t need to be scared. Not when I’m here.”

And you believe him. Yang Jeongin He didn’t mean to go feral. He didn’t even know it would happen. But when someone brushed your wrist—just once—his vision went red. Suddenly the offender’s pinned against a wall, and Jeongin is growling like something ancient took over. “You don’t touch her. You don’t even look at her.” He doesn’t hear you calling his name until you touch his shoulder. He blinks. Comes back to himself. Sees you. “...Did they hurt you?” “No?” “Good. Because I was about to make them disappear.”

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🐈 anon — thank you for this DELICIOUS ask. You always come crawling out of the shadows with exactly the kind of feral brainrot I crave. Never stop. Inbox is always open for you 🦇💋

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© ANON LOGGED: “reader in their hoodie vs. reader taking a hit for them—who do you think makes them go more feral?”

LET’S GO, © ANON!! You're asking for maximum emotional damage and soft vampire chaos in one ask??? BRILLIANT. ✨🩸

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🩸 HOW VAMPIRE!SKZ REACT TO:

YOU TAKING A HIT FOR THEM

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YOU WEARING THEIR FAVORITE HOODIE

Bang Chan

You take a hit for him: He snaps. Instant blood rage. You go down and the world tilts. He doesn’t stop until every threat is ash and silver. When he finally turns to you, hands shaking, voice raw—

“Why the hell would you do that?” “You’re not supposed to bleed for me. That’s my job.”

Carries you home. Cleans your wounds himself. Sleeps on the floor by your bed just in case.

You wear his hoodie: GONE. It’s over for him. You’re walking around the house in his faded hoodie, sleeves too long, scent clinging to you?

“You’re trying to kill me, huh?” “You’re lucky I like the view.”

Pulls you into his lap and buries his nose in your neck like it’s his last inhale.

Lee Minho

You take a hit for him: He doesn’t react at first. Too stunned. Then? The silence breaks.

“You idiot.” “You absolute reckless, infuriating—beautiful idiot.”

He presses a kiss to your temple while stitching you up, jaw clenched so hard it aches. The next person who even thinks of hurting you will never be found.

You wear his hoodie: He pretends not to care. “Tch. Looks better on me.” But when you curl up next to him in it and fall asleep? He tugs the hood up over your head gently and whispers, “You can keep it.” You hear the softest “mine” as he wraps an arm around your waist.

Seo Changbin

You take a hit for him: Immediate panic. His whole world narrows to you. He’s already applying pressure to the wound while growling through fangs.

“No no no—don’t you ever do that again. You hear me?” “I’d burn the world for you, don’t you dare take that from me.”

He won’t stop checking on you every five minutes for a week.

You wear his hoodie: He just STARES. Brain static. Bloodlust and heart-eyes. “You wearing that to tease me, or am I supposed to believe you just happened to pick that hoodie?” Traps you against the wall in it. Kisses you like it’s a thank-you and a threat.

Hwang Hyunjin

You take a hit for him: He screams. Not because you’re bleeding—but because he knows that was meant for him. Falls to his knees beside you, whispering your name like a prayer, like a curse.

“I’d rather die than watch you hurt for me.”

Later, he paints your hand wrapped in gauze. Keeps the image framed in his studio. Never forgets it.

You wear his hoodie: He stares. Eyes wide. Breath caught. “You… you look like a dream.” Walks up slowly. Runs a hand through your hair. Then kisses you like he’s been waiting centuries just to see you that soft.

Han Jisung

You take a hit for him: Breaks on the spot. Like actual tears. Tries to laugh it off—“That was dramatic of you, babe…”—but he’s shaking.

“Don’t ever do that again. Promise me. Please. I’d never recover.”

Sleeps curled around you for nights after. Doesn't say anything—just listens to your heartbeat like it's proof you're still here.

You wear his hoodie: He melts. Literally collapses on the floor like you just shot him. “You have ten seconds to take that off or I’m going to do things to you. Violently. Affectionately.” Takes a thousand photos of you in it. His lockscreen? Yeah, it's you in the hoodie, biting your lip and laughing.

Lee Felix

You take a hit for him: He goes silent. Dead silent. Eyes pitch black. Expression unreadable. And then he absolutely destroys whoever laid a hand on you. Later? He curls around you on the couch, cheek against your thigh, whispering—

“You’re everything to me. You don’t get to risk that.”

You find out later he tore through half the underground that night. Silently. Efficiently. For you.

You wear his hoodie: He just stares. Whispers, “You’re so fucking cute… I can’t take it.” Wraps his arms around you from behind and tugs the hood over your head. Sinks his fangs into your neck slowly, like he’s claiming the whole moment.

Kim Seungmin

You take a hit for him: He gets dangerously quiet. Blood on your skin = red in his vision. Doesn't even stop to threaten anyone—just eliminates the threat and rushes to you.

“You stupid, reckless angel. You didn’t need to do that.”

He patches you up. Kisses your hand. Spends hours researching how to prevent it from ever happening again.

You wear his hoodie: He lifts an eyebrow. “Is that my limited edition hoodie you just stole?” You shrug. He sighs—then presses a kiss to your forehead and lets it go. Until the next morning, when he’s wrapped you in three more hoodies because: “You get cold. Don’t argue.”

Yang Jeongin

You take a hit for him: SNAPS. He didn’t know he could go that feral that fast. The scream you let out? The sound of your pain? It broke something inside him. “No one touches you. Not even for me.” Afterwards, he holds you for hours. Refuses to let go. Cries into your shoulder.

You wear his hoodie: His heart literally stops. “You’re wearing that in front of me? With those eyes? On purpose???” He pulls the hood up himself. Tugs you into his lap. Whispers against your neck, “You’re mine. Hoodie and all.”

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✨ © Anon, you asked for feelings and vampires and you got a whole damn emotional buffet. Thank you for feeding the inbox and always bringing great brainrot 🦇💋

⚠️ warnings: 18+ MINOR DNI, explicit sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, brat-taming, bloodplay, vampire rituals, rough sex, threesome (Minho x reader x Jisung), fangs, possessiveness, overstimulation, and mind-melting praise/degradation. viewer discretion is deliciously advised.

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🐹 ANON LOGGED: “my freak brain said ‘minsung threesome with a brat’ and i haven’t known peace since.” 🐹 ANON LOGGED (pt. 2): “what if i scratched him too hard and he liked it. what if i drew blood. what if i…”

YES YES YESSSSS 🐹 ANON IS OFFICIALLY LOCKED IN. Welcome to the rodent of desire cult—may your freak brain never be silenced and your aftercare always include my filth 💋💉

Let’s break this into your two glorious asks:

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1. 🐹 MINSUNG THREESOME WITH A BRAT!READER??

Minho – Your Boyfriend, Your Soft-Ruiner

He’s been thinking about it. Not because he isn’t satisfied—but because you’re such a mouthy little brat and he knows exactly who could help him shut you up.

He brings it up casually: “What would you do if I invited Jisung over next time you act out?”

And you laugh. Roll your eyes. Tease him. But he sees the flicker in your expression. You want it.

Jisung is thrilled when Minho finally asks. Grinning like a devil in a hoodie.

“You sure? You can handle both of us?” “Ohhh, brat’s gonna cry, huh? Can't wait.”

🔥 The Dynamic:

Minho = Precision. Cold control. The leash-holder.

Jisung = Whiplash chaos. Praise and degradation in the same breath.

You sass them once? Jisung’s laughing as he bends you over, Minho’s hand wrapped around your throat from behind.

You moan too loud? Minho leans in and says: “What did we say about being greedy?”

You bite Jisung? He just groans and says: “She’s in that mood again, hyung. You gonna let her get away with that?”

They coordinate. One holds. One fucks. One teases. One praises. They switch. They ruin. You are overstimulated, overstimulated, overstimulated.

The brat in you? Humbled. But also a little smug when you wake up wrecked and they’re both passed out next to you like they’ve been drained dry.

“So… when’s round two?”

2. 🩸 Vampire!SKZ: You Draw Blood on Them

(injesting blood was answered here but let's expand on the you draw blood on them! 💅)

Bang Chan

You scratch him across the chest during sex—not deep, but enough for blood to bead.

He stills immediately. Looks down. Then at you. “Do you know what that means?”

Not angry. Not scared. Focused.

To draw blood from him is to challenge him. Claim him. Cross the line between prey and partner. He lets it happen—but next time, he holds your hands down. Kisses your pulse and murmurs, “If you draw from me again, sweetheart… you better be ready to bleed too.”

Lee Minho

You drag your nails down his back. He hisses through his teeth, but doesn’t stop. After? He looks in the mirror. Sees it. Smiles, slow and dangerous.

“You marked me... So I’m marking you next.”

You wake up with a bite above your heart and a sigil drawn on your thigh in dark red ink—his blood mixed with something older.

“Equal exchange. That’s how blood works. Next time? Ask first.”

Seo Changbin

You scratch his shoulder during sex—barely a break in the skin, but it glistens red.

He goes dead silent. Stares at it. Then at you.

“Do you know how rare it is for someone to make me bleed?”

You expect him to get mad. Instead, he grabs your hand, kisses your knuckles, then grinds into you harder than before.

“Guess I’ll let it slide... But only because it’s you.”

Hwang Hyunjin

Your bite catches the underside of his jaw—sharp, messy, and intentional.

He gasps. Not from pain. From delight. His hand cradles your neck like he’s holding a masterpiece. Blood trickles down his collarbone and he lets it stain the sheets.

After, he kisses your pretty lips. “Do it again next time. Leave your teeth. Leave your passion.”

You’re his favourite kind of chaos now.

Han Jisung

You scratch his side during a particularly bratty moment. He yelps. For show. Then looks down, sees the blood, and his eyes go wide.

“You made me BLEED? Babe. Babe. You wounded me.”

He milks it. Clutches his chest. Calls you a violent little kitten. But you see the glint in his eye.

“You’re so lucky that was hot.”

He absolutely retaliates. Gives you matching claw marks on your thighs the next time.

Lee Felix

You claw at his chest while you're on top. It’s instinct. Raw. Thoughtless. You see blood. You freeze. He tilts his head, looks down, then up at you—expression unreadable.

“Careful, love. My blood’s not like yours.”

He doesn’t punish you. But he changes after that. Slower. Darker. Makes you look at the mark. Makes you understand the weight of what you’ve done.

“Next time you draw blood… make sure you’re ready to carry it.”

Kim Seungmin

You're riding him. Being a little bold. A little bratty. So you dig your nails into his chest—hard enough to draw blood.

At first? He doesn’t even flinch. Doesn’t stop you. Doesn’t warn you. Just looks up at you—expression flat. Controlled. Dangerous.

“Did you just break skin?”

You slow. Try to gauge him. Then he exhales slowly, voice calm like ice sliding into a vein.

“You wanted attention? You’ve got it now.”

He grips your hips—tight. Bruising. Thrusts up once—deep—until you gasp. Until the control is completely his again.

“My blood isn’t yours to take. Not without permission. You don’t get to mark me unless I say so.”

He doesn’t stop fucking you. But when he’s done, the blood’s still drying on his chest—and you’re limp, wrecked, unable to look away.

“Next time you want to be bold, sweetheart… use your words. Not your claws.”

Yang Jeongin

You’re on top, whining, grinding, moaning like you own him. You claw at his chest—nails scraping, a flash of red blooming beneath your fingers.

He flinches. Not from pain. From something worse. Still beneath you, still letting you move—But his pupils blow wide. He is smiling, fangs in full view.

“You really just made me bleed?”

He grabs your wrists. Rolls you under him like it’s nothing. Like you weigh less than thought. “You wanna play rough? You want the part of me that’s not safe?”

His hips grind into you slow. Blood slick on your fingertips. His hands shaking with restraint.

“Okay, baby. Let’s see how long you last when the monster gets to play too.”

He doesn’t let go. Not until he’s sure you understand that drawing blood from him means you don’t get the sweet version anymore.

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🐹 I hope this is what your bloodlusty little rodent brain needed. Thank you for the brainrot. Thank you for the asks. Keep sinning. I’m always here to catch it 🦇💋

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🧃 ANON LOGGED: “do they ever lose control? like… mid-bite oopsie-daisy blood frenzy??”

YES YESSS nougatjade!! First of all — thank you SO much for reading and sending this delicious question 💌 Second — your English is perfectly clear and beautiful, please never apologize ����

Now, to answer your question

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🩸 DO VAMPIRE!SKZ EVER LOSE CONTROL WHILE BITING?

Short answer: No. Because if they do… you die.

🧬 Rule #1: Feeding is Sacred, Regulated, and Extremely Dangerous.

Vampire bites aren't just fangs and fun — they involve:

A neurochemical toxin that paralyzes and pleasures the human

Precise blood extraction, regulated by the vampire's own internal clock

A bonding effect that starts forming at first contact

For most vampires — especially Abnormals — biting is like holding a loaded gun to your throat while trying to make you come.

🧠 Losing control = fatal consequences.

If a vampire drinks too much:

Blood pressure crashes

Organ shutdown begins

Neural shock hits (pleasure receptors get fried)

You faint or fall into a coma-like trance

And worst case? Siring begins by accident (Which means: your body dies, your brain melts, and unless the full ritual is completed, you rot from the inside).

They can’t afford to lose control. Ever.

🔥 That said… they get close.

They bite too deep.

Their hunger spikes.

You moan a certain way and they almost forget themselves.

But they always catch it in time. They were trained. Conditioned. Obsessed with control (Especially Chan, Minho, and Seungmin — they would rather die than harm you).

🩸 Example: You faint mid-bite.

They panic.

Immediately stop.

Wrap you in blankets, pace the room, whisper apologies over and over.

“I took too much. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. You trusted me.”

You wake up in their arms. Shivering. And they treat you like you’re made of porcelain for days.

✨ In Summary:

Do they lose control? No. Do they skirt the edge of it while fucking you mid-bite, trembling from the effort not to drain you dry? Absolutely.

That’s what makes it hot.

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nougatjade — thank you SO much for this bloody delicious ask 🩸💕 . Your English was perfect, your curiosity was hotter, and you're always welcome in my inbox anytime. Come back soon. I’ll have the fangs ready 💋🦇

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🫦 sheerfreesia007 LOGGED: “help i’m blocked and horny and want Seungmin to rail the motivation back into me.”

OH YES SHEERFREESIA007!!! You have summoned the “blocked & needy” writing demon support group, and SKZ is READY TO HELP.

⚠️ warnings: 18+ MINOR DNI, explicit sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, orgasm denial, oral fixation, power play, degradation/praise, soft doms & brat-taming, possessiveness, mental health (creative burnout), and motivational railing.

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🧠 SKZ SPICY COMFORT WHEN YOU'RE CREATIVELY BLOCKED (aka how they rail you back into writer mode)

Kim Seungmin

You’re pacing, grumbling, deleting whole paragraphs, near tears. He walks in, glances at your screen, tilts his head.

“Still blocked? Hm.”

You don’t even have time to sass him—he’s already grabbing your jaw and kissing you slow, calculated, like he’s studying your syntax through your tongue.

And then?

He bends you over the desk.

“Words failing you? That’s okay. You won’t need them while I’m fucking the tension out of you.”

When he’s done—messy, breathless, satisfied—he kisses the back of your neck, tucks a blanket around you, and mutters: “Now. Write. Or I’ll make you earn your next orgasm.”

You write 2k words in one sitting.

Lee Minho

He sees you staring at your WIP like it personally offended you.

“That bad, huh?”

You glare. He smirks.

“Fine. Let’s reset your brain.”

He drags you to bed. Makes you beg for it. Denies you three times. Then fucks you slow—controlled, like each thrust is correcting your pacing problems.

“There. That’s what good rhythm feels like.”

After? He cuddles you, kisses your temple, and whispers: “Now sit down and make that scene bleed.”

Han Jisung

You’re whining. Keyboard untouched. Brain offline.

He crawls into your lap. “Wanna write, baby? Need help?”

Drags to bed and makes you ride him while he's whispering scene ideas in your ear. Gasps out metaphors between moans.

“What if… the villain’s betrayal is actually… mmfuck… emotional projection?”

By the end, you're overstimulated and somehow have a full outline voice-recorded on his phone.

“Look at you—so smart, so talented. I’m gonna cry.”

Seo Changbin

You’re spiraling. So he pulls you off the chair, onto his lap. “You’ve been pushing too hard. Let me handle you for a bit.”

One hand on your throat. One arm locking you in place. He fucks you deep while whispering: “You’re brilliant. Every line you write drips power. You just forgot for a second.”

After, he runs you a bath, makes you tea, sits beside you until you open your laptop again.

And when you do?

“There’s my girl.”

Lee Felix

You’re stressed. Slumped. Sighing into your keyboard. He walks in wearing nothing but grey sweats and a soft smirk.

“I could let you write… Or I could make you forget your name first.”

He goes down on you like he’s praying. Smiles into your thighs. Whispers praise between every kiss.

“You’re the most creative person I know. Let me remind you what it feels like to flow.”

You black out. Wake up to 3k words and a very smug Felix spooning you.

Bang Chan

You’re stuck. Blocked. Frustrated.

He pulls you into his lap and says: “I’ll give you ten minutes. Write something. Anything. If you don’t—I’m putting you on your knees.”

You fail.

And he makes good on the threat. On the floor. Hands in your hair. Filthy words in your ear.

Then? He lifts you, lays you out, and fucks you slow with his forehead pressed to yours.

“You’re not blocked, baby. You’re scared. So let me remind you who the fuck you are.”

Hwang Hyunjin

You say you’re blocked. He doesn’t answer. Just kisses you soft. Then hard. Then on your knees.

He fucks you on the balcony. Says it’s so the night air can “clear your head.”

And when you collapse in a dazed mess, thighs shaking? He whispers: “Write about this. Start with the part where you begged.”

Yang Jeongin

You sigh. Say you’ll never finish anything again. He closes your laptop. Walks you to the bedroom. Doesn’t say a word. Until you’re naked, whining, pinned beneath him—and he murmurs: “Say it again. Say you’re not capable. I want to hear it while you’re shaking.”

You can’t. Because his fingers are inside you, and your mind is gone.

Later? He sets your laptop on your lap and says: “Now write. Or I’ll drag you back in and start over.”

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To my precious SheerFreesia007 — First of all: thank you for the ask, the trust, and the chaos. Second: I see you, blocked but brimming with ideas, frustrated but still showing up. That matters. That counts. And I promise, the words will come back. Whether it’s through plot mapping, porn, or pure delulu—you’ve got this. Now go get ruined & write like you mean it 😌💌✒️

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🥟 ANON LOGGED: “so what if i accidentally joined a vampire cult because curiosity and now i belong to him forever. asking for a friend.”

👀 oh… oh this is scrumptious. too curious for their own good? reader poking their nose into their territory like “what’s this weird vampire cult??” everyone else: don’t look them in the eyes. don’t say his name. don’t walk past the blood-gate at twilight. reader: “what’s the blood-gate? 😇”

and Hyunjin??? as the one they warned you about??? the aesthetic alone is spine-tingling: veiled altars, crimson veined marble, art hanging crooked in gold frames, ink-stained hands lifting your chin like: “Curiosity is the first step to surrender. And you… were born for devotion.”

YES. I love this. I’m taking it. I’m eating it.

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MINI SNIPPET

They said it in whispers. Behind closed doors. Scribbled in the back of grimoires and scrawled over flyers that kept reappearing no matter how often the town burned them.

You looked anyway.

And now you’re here. Knees bruised on velvet-stained stone. The air thick with incense and something older. Older than history. Older than sin. The cultists don’t speak—don’t need to. Their eyes glow like dying embers in the candlelight. Watching.

But you only see him.

Hyunjin.

Cloaked in black silk robes, hair tied back with a blood-red ribbon, the edges of his mouth stained dark with something that might be wine. Or might be you.

He moves like mist—like temptation incarnate—until he’s standing above you, gaze low, fingers hooked under your chin.

"Curiosity," he murmurs, voice like a velvet knife. "That’s what brought you here? You followed the whispers like thread. Like a moth."

He tilts your chin higher. "Then burn, little moth."

You should run. You want to run. But your knees won't move. You're not sure if it's fear or want. Or if he's already taken that choice from you.

The other cultists are chanting now. Something in a tongue your body understands but your brain doesn’t. Your skin feels hot. Your mouth dry.

“You wanted answers,” Hyunjin breathes, kneeling in front of you. “But I don’t offer truth. Only transformation. Let me ruin you beautifully.”

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To 🥟 anon — thank you for crawling out of the crypt with this juicy offering. You were so right to ask. Don’t be a stranger. Come back soon. The cult remembers you 💋🦇

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🦭 ANON LOGGED: “I got flustered reading Han's /)(\ and now I live here I guess”

OF COURSE YOU CAN BE 🦭 ANON!!! welcome to the vampire crypt and tattoo shop hellhole, population: us <3 🖤

your message made me kick my lil feet for real—thank you sm for reading, for enjoying the lore and the horny chaos, and for dropping by with this sweetness.

more tattoo boys, more vampire rituals, and more feral thirst posts are always brewing. so get comfy, grab a bite (or let them take one), and keep that inbox energy strong. ILY 🫀🩸

you’re amazing. yes, you. can’t wait to see what reactions you have to what’s coming next… 🦇💋

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If you made it to the end of this unholy archive of brat blood, cult confessions, vamp violence, and Seungmin dick-down therapy—

🩸 congrats. you're no longer human. 🩸 your soul? barcoded. 🩸 your cravings? irreversible. 🩸 your fate? sealed in fangmarks.

🦷 This is not fiction. This is infection. Thank you for bleeding with me. Come back twitching 💋🦇

[bitemevanitas]

Vanitas and s/o going to the doctors for a vaccine or checkup or blood analysis or smt and they like have to hold his hand and talk to him the whole time like to a 5 year old because the doctor looks too much like that mad scientist and the syringe reminds him of the time in the lab and of the awful painful experiments.

And they kiss over the bandage afterwards and they go hand in hand to get his fav food

I'm kinda late with this one, I'm so sorry (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

But, here it is - PETITE PIQÛRE 💉

Paris was dimming into dusk, the last threads of sunlight casting long shadows over the cobblestone streets.

The Hôtel Chouchou carried the soft hum of an evening settling in—maids scurrying through hallways, the occasional clink of fine china from the dining room, and, of course, Vanitas' insistent bickering.

"I am a doctor," Vanitas declared, attempting to push himself out of the chair, only to find your iron grip shoving him back down. "A very competent one, might I add—so I hardly see the need for some stranger to prod at me with needles!"

You, arms crossed, gave him an unimpressed look. "You are not a doctor, Vanitas."

"Yes, I am."

"No, you’re not."

"I have medical expertise!"

"That does not make you a doctor!"

"It should!"

"For the last time, you need that vaccine, you absolute child!" you hissed, pressing down on his shoulders when he tried again to wriggle free. "Raccoons can carry rabies! Have you ever seen someone with rabies? It’s a horrible death, Vanitas!"

"Well, I haven’t died yet," he snapped, leaning back as far as possible to avoid your looming presence. "And I don’t intend to, so let’s just drop the subject!"

You narrowed your eyes. "Not happening."

Vanitas opened his mouth, undoubtedly to conjure up another protest, but a knock at the door cut him short. He froze.

You let out an exasperated sigh. "Enfin.."

The door creaked open, and the doctor stepped inside.

A short, round man with a far too big coat and glasses that swallowed half his face peered at them kindly.

His moustache twitched as he smiled—a polite, practiced expression, but Vanitas didn’t see kindness. He saw something else.

An ugly, pink coat. Thick lenses. The smell of disinfectant. A lab.

The room narrowed. Vanitas’ fingers dug into the plush armrests.

It was him.

Or—no. Not him. Not Moreau. But close enough. Too close.

"Bonsoir" the doctor greeted. "I understand there's been an incident with a rodent?"

You, entirely oblivious to Vanitas' rapidly mounting distress, nodded curtly. "He was bitten earlier today. Hasn't shown any symptoms so far, but I want him checked over immediately."

Vanitas didn’t hear you. He could only hear the way the doctor’s boots scuffed against the floorboards as he walked in.

The shuffle of medical supplies being unwrapped, the exact same sound he had heard in that lab a lifetime ago—cold metal against sterile trays, Moreau humming, scalpels gleaming under lamplight.

Moreau, leaning in too close.

"Let’s try another dosage, shall we, No. 69?"

He clenched his jaw. His hands were slick with sweat.

You were still talking. "—so, he’s being dramatic about it, but please make sure he—" You faltered.

Vanitas realized, too late, that he must have looked terrible, because your face had shifted from mild irritation to concern.

"Vanitas?"

He swallowed. He couldn't do this. He had to leave. He had to move.

But he couldn’t.

His thighs trembled under his weight. His chest was too tight, his lungs unable to keep up with his rapid heartbeat.

"Well then," the doctor said calmly, adjusting his sleeves as he turned back toward Vanitas. "Shall we begin?"

Vanitas flinched.

You noticed, and turned your full attention to him now, no longer sparing the doctor another glance.

His hands had curled into the fabric of his coat, knuckles white. His eyes, usually so sharp, were dull with something dangerously close to fear.

"Vanitas," you murmured.

His breath hitched.

The doctor was saying something, something about preparing the injection, but you ignored it. Instead, you reached forward and gently took his face in your hands, guiding him away from the doctor’s looming presence.

"Look at me," you said softly.

His eyes flickered, unfocused.

"Hey, hey," you whispered. "It’s just me, alright? Just me."

A single tear slipped down his cheek. You exhaled, barely realizing you had been holding your breath. Carefully, you wiped the tear away with your thumb.

"You’re okay," you whispered.

Vanitas’ fingers twitched. He didn’t take your hand, didn’t lace your fingers as you had expected. Instead, he latched onto the fabric of your own coat and hid against you, forehead pressing into your chest.

A small, barely-audible sound left him—a breath, a whimper, a plea, you weren’t entirely sure.

You reacted without thinking. One hand cradled the back of his head, guiding him closer, while the other rested against his shoulder.

The doctor, to his credit, said nothing. He continued his work, ignoring them both as you quietly stroked Vanitas’ hair.

"You're alright," you whispered. "I'm right here."

His heartbeat, still frantic, slowly found a rhythm that matched yours.

You kissed his temple.

He exhaled, shuddering.

The doctor rolled up Vanitas' sleeve, and though his entire body tensed, your thumb rubbed slow circles against the back of his neck.

"Only a small sting," you assured him. "And then it's over."

The moment the needle broke skin, Vanitas stiffened against you, so much so, that you could feel every tiny reaction—the small tremor in his hands, the way his grip on your coat faltered just slightly, the tense exhale he let out through his nose.

"Shh," you hushed, your lips brushing against the top of his head. "You're doing so well, mon cœur."

He let out a slow, measured breath, his forehead still tucked against your shoulder. He wasn’t looking at the doctor, wouldn’t even lift his head, and you had no intention of making him.

The doctor worked quickly. A swift, practiced motion, and it was over. "And.. that’s it," he said, voice light as he reached for a small roll of bandages. "You did well, young man."

Vanitas said nothing.

You, still running gentle fingers through his hair, turned your cheek against his head. "See? A small sting. And now it's over."

He exhaled, and you felt the last bit of tension leave his frame.

The doctor wrapped the bandage neatly around his arm, tying it off with precise fingers. Then, without another word, he packed up his equipment, snapping his medical bag shut with a quiet click.

You finally glanced up. "Merci, Docteur," you said, nodding politely, though you made no move to release Vanitas from your arms.

"Of course, mademoiselle." The doctor gave them both a small, unreadable smile, adjusting his coat. "If he experiences any discomfort, keep the area cool. If symptoms arise, feel free to contact me again."

You nodded. "I’ll inform Monsieur Orlok that the payment will be arranged."

The doctor inclined his head. "Very well. I’ll see myself out."

Vanitas didn’t watch him leave. He simply stayed put, his breath still coming in slow, deliberate exhales against your shoulder.

You let him.

For another moment, you simply held him, your fingers combing through his hair. The dark strands were impossibly soft between your fingertips, his body warm against yours.

Finally, you leaned back just enough to see him. "Let me see your arm."

A hesitation. A flicker of uncertainty behind half-lidded blue eyes.

Then, slowly, he lifted it.

You took his wrist gently, cradling it as if it were something utterly breakable. The bandage was small—nothing dramatic, hardly anything at all—but the weight behind it, the reason for his distress, was what made you press a soft kiss to it.

Vanitas blinked.

You made a quiet, satisfied noise, as if you hadn't just done something so tender. "You survived," you said, voice lilting with amusement. "And you didn’t cry—well, not much, at least."

Vanitas made a noise of protest, but you pressed another quick kiss to his arm before he could formulate an actual retort.

"You did well," you added softly, letting your lips linger just a second longer. "I'm proud of you."

Vanitas swallowed. His eyes flickered to yours, and for once, he didn’t mask anything. No attempt at deflection, no teasing. Just quiet acceptance.

You offered a small smile. "Now, let’s get you something to eat, before you topple over from shock.."

Vanitas exhaled lightly—something soft, and quiet. "D'accord.."

You grinned. "Good boy."

"Don’t push it," he muttered, though his hand found yours anyway, fingers lacing together as you pulled him to his feet.

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[imagionationstation]

51 and 52!! 💉🪡 with Rise Leo and Mikey please! Also love your little blurbs so far! Thank you for writing them!

💉 -> I know you hate needles, but you need this! 🪡 -> You need stitches

“BARRY!”

Someone lands on his couch. He can’t image the strain that his spring are currently under. Not that it was a good couch anyway. He’d had many of far better quality in his previous home.

“BARRY!!!”

Oh right. The intruders.

Draxum sets down his equipment and stands up from the kitchen table. He heads out into the living room, a hand in the doorway as he surveys the two turtles on his couch.

Mikey has both arms around his brother, a swirling golden portal above them. Eyes squeezed shut as he sucks in another lungful of air, he bellows, “BARRY SHEEP DRAXUM!!!”

“That is not my name.” He scans the bleeding wound as blown eyes pop open. “What is going on?”

“Leo’s hurt!”

“And why bring him to me?”

“I didn’t!” He points up, losing his grip, and then scrambles to regain hold on his brother as he slips limply off his lap. “That did!”

“That portal is yours-” He stops himself from a pointless discussion. “You are hurting yourself. Close the portal.”

“I need my hands.” He pleads. He does not.

But that is yet another pointless discussion.

With a heavy sigh, Draxum flicks his hand and a vine extends from the pot near them. Massive and curling in on itself, it moves over to the couch. Mikey pushes his brother onto the surface, dark red staining down his orange hoodie as he raises his arms and claps at the portal. It shuts with his unnecessary movement.

The scars on his hands continue to glow.

Of the two pressing matters, Draxum chooses the one that’s at risk of bleeding on his floor. His brother’s arm has been sliced open. Nothing detrimental to his abilities, but if he’d lost enough blood to knock him out, then his very life was in imminent danger.

“He will need stitches and infusions.” Draxum reports as he places gloved hands on the wound, examining it. “And you need to temper your magic before it drains you.”

“I’m trying!” He says through gritted teeth, glaring at his hands. The way his eyes pinch read of pain, but the glow doesn’t fade. “It’s not working. Is Leo going to be okay?”

A small vine sprouts from the big one. Draxum rips the sleeve from his robe and gives it to the vine. It presses down and curls around the wound as he goes to retrieve one of the first aid kits that he keeps in every room. There’s nothing safe about an alchemist’s work.

When he turns back, Mikey is at his brother’s side, hands patting the sides of his legs rapidly. The scars burn brightly, only dimming when he comes to stand next to him. Draxum sets it down on his makeshift table. “They are responding to you. Stop perceiving danger.”

“I’m fine!” He snaps. “Leo’s the one bleeding!”

“His wound will heal moons before yours does if you do not calm yourself soon.”

“I’ll calm down when he’s okay!” The yellow is blinding to glance at. There is no realm where he is not in pain. Tears prick at his eyes as he glares. “So help Leo!”

“I am attempting to help both of you.” He hands him a vial. “I know you hate needles-”

Mikey takes it, uncaps it, and jabs it into his arm. Draxum stares at him as he takes it out and slams it on the vine-table. “Now help him!”

Draxum doesn’t move. Mikey throws out his arms. “Well?! What are you waiting fo-!”

Mikey passes out, crumbling to the floor. The marks on his arms die.

Draxum gently lifts him from the floor and sets him on the couch. Then he goes over to his brother.

The vine offers the needle and surgical thread. Draxum checks to make sure the bleeding is slowing as he pulls out his phone. He sets it down next to him, mindlessly accessing his contacts.

He dials. She picks up.

“Draxum? Why are you calling me?”

“O’Neil. We have a situation.”

Teeeechnically, I’m looking for combo characters or combos emojis BUT you’re so sweet that I can’t bear to disappoint! Thank you so much! ✨

[streamstar]

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`` 💉 `` — DISCLAIMERS... Writing that takes place here may contain sexual and/or gruesome themes such as blood, violence, human trafficking, mutilation, foul language, graphic descriptions, and so forth. If it has not been written my apologies, but it is fair to assume there will be plenty of adult themes. I will not interact with anyone below the age of 18 and will be blocked swiftly, I take this very seriously and it is for my own safety and yours, please respect this boundary. I have no problems writing NSFW scenes as long as it makes sense and there has been enough build up, this user is more than delighted to engage in OC x canon and encourages these interactions! I will not write anything that involves a minor and an adult, even if written as a parental figure due to the initial nature of the game and series as a whole, I will not write anything involving zoophilia, please don't ask this of me. I do not have a personal blog that I am willing to share at this given time, nor a discord. This account will be my main, and only contact with any roleplay partners! My response time will vary, but given the length I am comfortable pushing out a reply every other day or so, but again! Life happens, and it may get pushed to the side for a bit but you will be given notice. My writing length is flexible, but I am capable of 2000+ words, more or less given the circumstance - I appreciate if my partners are able to match my length.

`` 🔪 ``— I MAY OCCASIONALLY POST... Fanart, fanfiction, moots art, concepts, and future plans. But everything here will be BTD/TPOF relevant! This account is new and empty, have patience with me! CURRENT THREADS OPEN... — NONE, BUT OPEN TO STARING ONE.

[brian-in-finance]

Inside A Hundredweight of Stones • Part 3

🧵Outlander Starz: You may have noticed in this episode that Claire has a new medical box. This was actually the first time the Set Decoration team, led by Stuart Bryce, created one from scratch versus sourcing one.

Bryce designed the shape then the team went to work on the mechanics. Outlander's talented team of prop makers put on the finishing touches with brass inlays, mother-of-pearl inlays, and marquetry. Said Bryce, "It was a huge amount of work... but I was delighted with the finished product."

🧵 Outlander Starz: Now let's time travel to the 1980s kitchen fight scene!

Making a soft prop of the pan to look realistically heavy was one of the most challenging props made for Season 7, Part 2. It needed to have the heft and look of an old iron pan, but also be suitably "soft", so as not to crack Chris Fulton's head open. If only the writers had been as soft on my emotions this episode...

I really like that scene-it's got a lot of action which I do like doing. It was one we really had to choreograph. My brain is a bit like Brianna's. I think in the book it says Brianna's brain is like a spider's web and when the web comes together she feels elated. That's how some of those scenes feel. They're so bitty and difficult. They look so simple on paper but when you do them, they're messy. So when it all comes together and everyone is pleased, it's a great feeling.

And Chris is always very in the scene with you. It really feels like it's happening. He's a very generous actor. — SOPHIE SKELTON, BRIANNA MACKENZIE

Sophie had obviously done so much thinking and work before we got on set and came with this incredible performance. It was about finding the dance between the two of them. Sophie and I worked hard on making it feel in the moment.

Brianna's having to deal with what's in front of her but she's not giving up. Like Jamie, she can keep her head in a tough situation. — LISA CLARKE, DIRECTOR

🧵 Outlander_Starz: When life gives you lemons, in TV, you work them into the script.

When Sophie Skelton broke her finger in real life, the injury had to be reflected on screen so that she could wear a brace and heal properly. So the writers introduced a short scene in this episode where a frustrated Bree slams her fingers in the broken kitchen drawer.

🧵Outlander_Starz: That's all for this week, but don't miss even more behind-the-scenes scoop direct from our cast and creative team over on YouTube.

Inside A Hundredweight of Stones • Part 3 of 3

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Remember Claire’s new medicine box? 💊⚕️💉

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[dakusan]

Penguin anon, again...because my last ask went before I completed it. Anyway, as I was saying, slow descend into madness.

I really love the response to the neurospicy ask I sent. Specially the ADHD one. My ADHD actually does feel like a hum just under the surface of my skin. I also have O RH- blood, so did I spend an entire afternoon daydreaming about being an extremely exotic and therefore sought after source of blood? You can bet I did.

However, and this might be a silly question, I also saw the response about how someone gets turned. So if a blood doll gets turned, does that mean they can no longer be a source of blood? I am guessing that when someone is turned, their entire chemical composition changes, down to the last cell. How would blood change? Would blood groups be a thing for vampires? Sorry, this is a long ask but I am very deep into the rabbit hole right now!!

OH PENGUIN ANON… You’ve slid headfirst into the rabbit hole wearing a velvet cloak and fangs and I’m here with open arms, blood vials, and scientific chaos. Let’s go 🐧🩸💉

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❓"If a blood doll gets turned… can they still be a source of blood?"

Short answer: no. Long answer: NOOOOOOOOOOPE. Not unless you're courting death or delusion.

Once a human becomes a vampire, they go from source to seeker. The blood that used to feed another now becomes magic-reactive, undead-coded, and chemically incompatible with ingestion—especially for their original vampire bond.

Let’s break this down like a blood-slick PowerPoint, shall we?

🧬 WHAT HAPPENS TO THE BLOOD WHEN YOU’RE TURNED?

“The moment the venom touches the heart, everything rewrites.” – Chan, Nocte Labs

Turning is not just about dying. It’s full-system biochemical resurrection. The blood inside a turned vampire is no longer human blood. It becomes a volatile bio-magical medium known as:

☣️ Phase V Blood

This shit is wild:

No longer oxygen-based: it transports life force, not air.

Hyper-coagulative: heals cuts in seconds.

Tastes rancid to all vampires unless soul-bonded (and even then, it’s addictive and dangerous af).

Reeks of venom to scent-trackers. Like licking ozone and saltwater and iron in a thunderstorm.

Once turned, your blood is like drinking acid-soaked gasoline to a normal vampire. It’s a HARD PASS. Not only is it disgusting, it’s toxic unless filtered through intense ritual bonding or magical blood exchange.

🩸 DO BLOOD TYPES STILL MATTER AFTER TURNING?

OH BABY. YES. But not in the way you think.

In the human stage, blood type + Rh factor absolutely affect how delicious, compatible, or euphorically addictive your blood is.

You having O RH-? That’s extremely rare. In the vamp world, it’s called a Void-Class Blood Thread. Pure. Unmarked. Compatible with all. Vampires would sell their souls and siblings for a hit of that (And yes… some of them do).

BUT— once turned, that classification gets overwritten. Instead of A, B, O, AB… you get categorized by your:

🩸 Blood Signature Tier

Null-Bloods – newly turned, still unstable

Flux-Bloods – actively mutating magic signature

Bound-Bloods – bonded or soul-claimed, magic-stabilized

Phase V-Rare – Abnormal vampires, born or ascended, blood unreadable and dangerously potent

Your human type becomes part of your vampire origin but no longer defines your value as blood. Instead, it becomes lore. For example:

“He was O RH-, pre-turning. That's why she bonded to him so fast. Blood recognized blood before the magic ever did.”

🦴 IF A BLOOD DOLL TURNS... WHAT HAPPENS TO THE BOND?

Now we get into tragedy.

A blood doll is like a sacred chalice. Their blood is living memory, magic, identity.

Turning them? Destroys that source. Like smashing the cup mid-ritual.

It can cause:

Bond destabilization

Withdrawal psychosis

Cravings redirected into obsession

In rare Abnormal cases: a violent mating spiral where the vampire turns feral trying to “reclaim” what was lost

Some vampires refuse to turn their dolls for this reason alone. The blood is too precious. Too holy. Too theirs.

Unless the bond was already shifting to love, trust, forever—turning can feel like a betrayal. Or worse: abandonment.

🐧 TL;DR FOR YOU, PENGUIN ANON:

Blood dolls = luxury vintage wine

Turned vampires = cursed whiskey cocktails

Your O RH- blood? RARE. WANTED. DANGEROUSLY ADDICTIVE.

Once turned = your blood = fire hazard to drink

Can blood types survive the transition? Not really, but the memory of them does.

AND YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST DAYDREAMING. Now look at you. Exotic, high-value, untouchable. Your file is locked in Luxe Health under a “Class One Forbidden” tag.

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Thank you for spiraling with me, beloved Penguin Anon 🩸💋

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All of them. Headcanons questions (Rick)

HEADCANON QUESTIONS: - @norvstforthvwickvd​

✿: What is your muses favourite scent?

Burnt marshmallows and campfires. 

☼: What is your muses favourite kind of weather?

Sunny weather just after a rain where the temperature is not too hot or not too cold. 

☤: Is your muse allergic to anything?

Not that he’s aware of. But sometimes Cottonwood trees cause him to get all stuffed up. 

♫: Does your muse like music? What kind?

Rick likes the eclectic kind of music. The weirder the better. 

✉: What is something your muse would write about?

Rick isn’t much with words so he wouldn’t really ever want to put himself in a position to have to write about anything. But if he was forced to, it would probably be his family. 

✈: How far has your muse travelled away from their home?

Illinois to visit family when he was a teenager. He’s never been past the Mississippi river. 

💕: Does your muse have any crushes?

Rick is happily committed to the partners in all of my various threads with him. 

★: What is your muse’s zodiac?

Virgo. September 14, 1975.

✞: Does your muse have an religious beliefs? What are they?

Rick used to go to church every Sunday with his grandmother. After she died, he stopped going and never really picked it back up after that. So while he believes in a higher power, he’s not religious in that sense. 

∞: Is there something about your muse that has been constant throughout their life?

Rick’s ability to know when someone is bullshitting him about anything from something little to something major. It helped so much in his job as a police officer. 

✘: What are your muses pet peeves?

Rick cannot stand when people chew with their mouths open, talk when they should shut the hell up, and lying. 

💲: What is your muse like with their money? What’s their financial situation?

Rick left all the financials to Lori, but they weren’t living paycheck to paycheck or living higher than their means. They were comfortable. 

⚽: What’s your muse’s favourite sport?

Soccer. He loved watching Carl play. 

✔: What is your muse’s sexuality?

Heterosexual. 

✋: Is your muse left or right handed?

Right handed. 

👓: Does your muse need reading aids? Contacts or glasses?

No, Rick does not. 

🎒: What does your muse normally keep in their bag?

Rick doesn’t generally carry a bag. 

🚑: Does your muse have any disabilities/impairments?

No, he doesn’t. 

👕: What is your muse’s fashion sense like?

He’s a t-shirt or button down shirt and jeans kind of guy. 

🎲: Does your muse like to gamble?

Rick gambled from time to time when he played poker with his fellow officers, and he’s went to the casino a few times, but he’s not a huge fan of throwing his money away. 

🍕: What’s your muses favourite food?

Burgers and fries. 

🍸: Does your muse like to consume alcohol? What’s their favourite kind?

Rick likes a good drink just as much as the next person. His favorite would probably be red wine, and he also likes whiskey. The cheaper the better. 

💉: Does your muse have a substance addiction? To what?

Rick has never been addicted to anything. 

[alfiebungo]

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