#dos' data ! 🦇

[dxstoeskyvjbess]

ׂׂ 𓈒 I LOVE HER ENDLESSLY . . .

# 𝐃𝐎𝐒. 🦇 ׂ 𓈒 4teen . Italian . cabin 7 . 6w5 sp . INFP . gryffinpuff . 5'0 . she / her . september libra . apollo's fav daughter . certified sassy men lover . aspiring nyc actress . dyl & log's number 1. lover and girlfriend !!

⌕ ׂ 𓈒 latest work | read blog nav before requesting !

all rights reserved — © dxstoeskyvjbess 2025

. . . because love grows, where my rosemary goes .ᐟ

[dakusan]

How The y Court You (Vampire Seduction 101)

Vampire!SKZ OT8 x Reader | eight vampires. eight courtships. and every quiet, calculated way they make being chosen feel like fate.

🌹synopsis: Welcome to Vampire Seduction 101. This isn’t a love story. It’s a field guide for how they choose you, study you, orchestrate you. Not all vampires hunt with fangs. Some use flowers. Letters. Custom playlists. Some knock. Others already have your keys. Every profile begins with a courtship style. They don’t fall in love. They fall into you. And build the cage from inside your chest. You call it seduction. They call it already done.

💌a/n: okay. LISTEN. first of all—i’m sorry for the first version. i don’t know what spell i was under. i thought i was writing vampire seduction and somehow ended up with ✨vampires but make it porn✨. it didn’t fit. it didn’t breathe right. this version? better. because vampire courtship actually is not sex. not chaos. it is ritual. precision. obsession dressed in quiet affection. i wanted to make it NSFW originally but that’s not what this is. i really hope this version is much better and you enjoy it more. thank you for being patient. i hope it lives in your chest cavity the way it’s living in mine 💋🦇. p.s. if this one hit different—slower, sharper, deeper—reblog it. let me know the ritual worked. p.p.s. tell me your favorite vampire. i’m collecting data. for science. or stalking.

📍credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

🎧 » Paradise — EXO « 0:58 ─〇───── 3:37 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

🩸 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 // Abnormal | The Leader

Composed. Relentless. Devotion built like a fortress around you.

Courtship Style: Chan doesn’t flirt. He fortifies. He doesn’t chase. He chooses. And once you’re chosen—everything changes.

You don’t notice it at first. The second cup of coffee on your desk. The way your groceries never seem to run out. The warm hoodie folded on your couch that you swear you didn’t leave there.

You start dreaming of him before you ever see him. And when you do? It’s in passing. At night. Always near a streetlamp. Always watching.

He never says too much. Never touches. But his voice? Low. Measured. Gentle like a lullaby made of steel.

“Let me walk you home.” “You shouldn’t be out this late.” “I noticed your lights were off for three days. Were you sick?”

He calls it concern. You call it comfort. But it’s ownership, waiting to bloom. Chan learns you like a blueprint. He catalogues your sighs, notes your routines, tailors his presence to your loneliness. And when he finally touches you—just a brush of knuckles, a hand at your back—you lean in like you’ve been waiting your whole life.

Mini Ficlet:

You don’t remember when it started. Maybe it was the day someone left orchids on your doorstep—your favourite, though you’d never told a soul. Maybe it was the night a man’s silhouette walked you home from the shadows—always just far enough to not be real.

Or maybe it was now. Now, when he stands in front of you, dressed in charcoal wool and midnight silence, placing a velvet box in your palm like it weighs less than his restraint.

“It reminded me of you,” he says.

Inside is a necklace—simple, but devastating. A dark garnet set in a delicate rose gold setting, the stone carved with your initials.

You’ve known him for three months now. Or rather, he’s let you know him. Bit by bit. Hour by hour. He speaks slowly. Moves gently. But you’ve never doubted the force beneath it. When he takes you out, it’s always somewhere quiet. expensive. safe. Private rooftops. After-hours galleries. Candlelit corners of museums you didn’t know opened at night.

“I booked the entire floor,” he said once, when you gaped at the empty hall of mirrored sculptures. “I wanted it to be just us.”

It should be too much. Too fast. Too intense. But he never touches you without asking. Never pushes. Never forces. Still, every time you wake up, there’s something new: — your favourite pastry waiting at your desk — your name whispered in a stranger’s dream — a tailored coat in your size, already broken in with your scent

You never see him do these things. But you know it’s him. Always him.

There’s something devastating about how deliberately he loves. He never hides that he wants you. He just refuses to take without invitation. He never kisses you first. But he watches your mouth like it’s a sacrament he’s not yet holy enough to touch.

He sends letters, sometimes—written in ink so rich you’re sure it was pressed from crushed roses and wine. Folded into parchment that smells faintly of smoke and sandalwood. Each one signed with his name.

On one of your dates, he brings you to a vineyard. Not a restaurant—the entire vineyard. It’s winter now, barren and beautiful, trellises skeletal under silver clouds.

He lights a fire. Pours wine he says is older than most empires. Then he tells you something no one else has.

“You don’t have to give me anything,” he says, voice low, eyes locked to yours. “Not your blood. Not your time. Not even a kiss.”

“Then why all this?” you ask.

He smiles. “Because if I’m to be damned by desire, I want it to be desire I earned.”

The silence between you shifts. Thicker now. Softer. You look at him. Really look. The broad shoulders draped in black wool. The hand curled around his glass—barely suppressing the tremble when your knee brushes his under the table.

He’s not pretending to be calm. He’s just choosing to be.

You realize, suddenly— He’s not waiting for you to fall in love. He’s waiting for you to realize he already has.

And when you kiss him that night—finally, breathlessly, fingers in his curls—he sighs like a man who’s been underwater for centuries, and just now remembered how to breathe.

Because Bang Chan courts like a vow. And you? You’re already his holy thing.

🩸 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 // Abnormal | The Prince of Teeth

Elegant. Ritualistic. Lethal devotion wrapped in silence.

Courtship Style: Minho doesn’t fall often. But when he does—he falls decidedly. No games. No glamours. No guessing. He won’t flood you with gifts or whisper pretty nothings just to hear himself speak. He won’t show up where you are by chance—he’ll ask to see you. And if you say yes, he shows up on time, dressed well, and holds the door open like he was born to. He doesn’t love loudly, but he loves deliberately. He watches what matters to you—and shows you that he saw. You like cats? He donates to a local shelter in your name. You’re learning to cook? He handwrites his family’s jjigae recipe and includes a box of the exact spices he uses. You wore a necklace once and never again? He asks why—and listens to the answer. He doesn’t flirt with words. He flirts with consistency.

Mini Ficlet:

You don’t expect flowers from Lee Minho. But he brings them anyway. Not roses. Never anything cliché. Today it’s blue thistles and white tulips—sharp and quiet and unexpectedly lovely.

“They reminded me of you,” he says, handing them over with a half-shrug, like it’s no big deal. Like your heart didn’t just knock against your ribs.

Your second date is simple. Thoughtful.

A tucked-away gallery filled with black-and-white photographs. He barely speaks—just watches you wander, nodding occasionally when your eyes light up.

“You like architecture,” he says after. “You kept staring at the lines.”

You blink. “You were watching me?”

“Of course I was,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “How else would I know what to give you next time?”

Your third date? A quiet, high-windowed café. A sketchpad set on your seat. You didn’t tell him you draw.

“I saw the graphite on your fingers,” he explains. “I figured you ran out of pages.”

Minho’s romance isn’t chaotic or grandiose. It’s intentional. He doesn’t drown you in affection. He builds a place for it. One you can trust. One you can return to. Again and again and again.

He never makes promises. He makes patterns.

Wakes you up with a morning message—dry, short, often sarcastic. But always sent at the same time. Asks how your day went every evening. Remembers the answer. Brings you lunch when you forget to eat. Doesn’t scold. Just puts it in front of you and says, “Try the soup.”

Minho is steady like a tide. Silent when you need it. Fiercely present when you don’t know you do. Not a whirlwind. Not a fantasy. He’s the man who waits outside your building with a paper umbrella when it rains and says, “Took the long way. Needed the walk.”

Your fourth date? He teaches you how to make dumplings.

The kitchen smells like sesame and steam. Your hands are messy with flour, your braid keeps slipping loose. He rolls his sleeves up, doesn’t complain once when you ruin his shirt with soy sauce.

You ask him why he’s doing all this.

His gaze is unreadable for a second. Then he says: “Because I like you. And I’m not going to pretend I don’t.”

“So this is… what? Wooing?”

“If that’s what it takes.” He leans against the counter, eyes sweeping your face. “I don’t want almost. I want you. Properly.”

No one’s ever said that to you so plainly before. No hunger hiding behind it. No game. Just truth, dressed in clean hands and sharp cheekbones.

That night, he walks you home without touching you once. Doesn’t kiss you at the door. Just looks at you for a long moment—like he’s memorizing the way the light hits your face.

“Tell me when,” he says.

You nod.

And the next morning, there’s a single white tulip waiting on your windowsill.

Because Lee Minho courts you like he means it. And when he loves, he does so with silence, surety, and the kind of care that turns staying into a sacred act.

🩸 𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍 // Normal | The Enforcer

Fiercely Devoted. Tenderly Observant. Worships the ground you walk on.

Courtship Style: Changbin doesn’t flirt to impress you. He adores you from day one—and you know it. He’s the type to fumble his words when you smile too hard, then spend all night writing a letter that says what he really meant. He respects space like it’s sacred, but still makes sure you feel chosen. Every second. Every step. You mention you’re cold once? He shows up the next day with a custom hoodie embroidered with your initials. You say you’ve never been to a concert? He books VIP tickets. And gets a seat that faces the stage and lets you lean on his shoulder. He doesn’t overstep. He doesn’t assume. But he makes it clear—he wants you. Not for a night. Not for a thrill. For always. He listens better than anyone you’ve ever met. Recites your favourite quotes back to you when you forget how to believe in yourself. Cooks for you when you’re too tired. Asks permission before touching you, even just to brush your hair behind your ear.

Mini Ficlet:

You don’t notice it at first. The extra protein bar in your locker. The umbrella left leaning by your door on a rainy night. The playlist you found on your phone one morning—filled with songs you’d mentioned once, offhand, at dinner.

But then there’s him. Seo Changbin. Big smile. Bigger heart. Eyes that track you like you’re gravity.

“You okay?” he asks, every time you look the tiniest bit off. “Need anything? Water? Snack? A nap and a forehead kiss?”

You laugh the first time. He doesn’t.

“I’m serious.”

He takes you to the gym on your second date—not for a workout, but because he wants to see what makes you strong. Between sets, he grins every time you beat your personal best. Offers his water bottle like it’s sacred. Wipes a bead of sweat from your temple with a reverent thumb.

“You’re amazing,” he says, voice low and proud. “Do you know that?”

Your third date is homemade bibimbap at his place, candles flickering, your favourite show queued up. He wears an apron. It says “Simpire Chef” in stitched red thread.

You ask if it’s a joke.

“Nope,” he says. “It’s a lifestyle.”

The fourth date is a quiet walk through a night market—he buys you a moonstone ring from a stall you barely glanced at. Later, when you ask how he knew your size, he only winks.

“I have good instincts. And maybe I borrowed one of your rings when you weren’t looking.”

You roll your eyes. But your chest is glowing.

It’s never about the money. It’s about how much he notices.

He remembers your deadlines. Sends silly voice notes when you’re stressed. Brings your favourite fruit to your apartment with your name carved into the peel like it’s a ritual.

“I don’t want to rush you,” he says once, when you pause before reaching for his hand. “You don’t have to rush anything. Just let me stay close.”

And you do.

Because Changbin courts like a man who believes love is a promise. Not a prize. Not a performance. Just a steady hand held out, palm up. Waiting. And when you take it—finally, fully—he laces your fingers together, brings them to his lips, and whispers against your knuckles: “I’d wait another lifetime just to do this right.”

🩸 𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 // Abnormal | The Siren

Romantic. Expressive. Devoted like a disciple.

Courtship Style: Hyunjin doesn’t date you. He paints you into his world. Everything becomes about you—from the brushstrokes on his canvas to the songs he hums when he thinks no one’s listening. He doesn’t just fall. He descends, feather by feather, like an angel surrendering to gravity. He brings you flowers, yes. But they’re always arranged by meaning. White gardenias for secret admiration; Purple hyacinths for deep sorrow you never told him about; A single red camellia when he’s ready to say “I love you” without speaking. He writes you letters. Not just love letters—devotional scrolls. He doodles your initials in the margins, signs them with wax seals, and never asks if you’ve read them. He leaves them tucked in books, under your pillow, slipped inside your coat pocket. His love doesn’t demand. It offers. He’ll take you to art museums and stand behind you, barely touching, whispering how the light catches on your hair. He’ll draw your silhouette a hundred times before ever daring to kiss you. Hyunjin courts you like you’re a divine secret.

Mini Ficlet:

You find the sketchbook before you find the courage to ask.

It’s filled with you—your eyes in the morning light, your smile caught mid-laugh, your hand reaching for something just out of frame. Each page is dated. Some are smudged. Some soaked at the corners, as if he wept while drawing you.

You’re not even dating.

Not yet.

Hyunjin walks you home every time you stay out too late. Buys your favorite pastries without asking. Sends you poems at 3AM with a “This reminded me of you. I hope you’re dreaming something soft.”

Once, you told him you liked the stars.

So he brought you to a hill just outside the city, wrapped you in blankets, and traced constellations onto your palm with his finger.

“This one,” he said, guiding your wrist, “I’ll name after your laugh.”

Another time, you cried in front of him—something small. Stupid, you said.

He didn’t speak. Just knelt in front of you, pressed his forehead to your knee like a knight surrendering, and whispered: “Nothing that hurts you is stupid.”

“I look awful,” you mumbled.

Hyunjin tilted his head, resting his cheek on your knee now, grinning up at you with that infuriating, heart-melting sparkle.

“You look real. I like real,” he said. “Also, your nose gets pink when you cry. Very cute. I might draw that next.”

You shoved his shoulder, half-laughing through your tears. “You’re a menace.”

“Your menace,” he said immediately—then paused. “I mean. Hopefully. Someday. Pending approval. From HR. Which is... you.”

You broke into full laughter then, the kind that shook your shoulders and made your ribs ache. And Hyunjin—Hyunjin looked at you like he’d just witnessed a miracle. Like you’d cracked open a world he’d been painting blind, and now there was colour.

He never rushes you. Never asks for more than you’re ready to give. But he offers—daily, hourly, like a love letter folded into time.

On your birthday, he brings you a cake he baked himself. It's lopsided. Icing smudged. He’s got flour on his cheek and a candle stuck in crooked.

“Is this edible?” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

“No promises,” he grins. “But it’s made with love. And too much cinnamon. And possibly one egg too many. You like protein, right?”

You eat the whole thing. Together. Off paper plates, sitting on the floor, laughing so hard you forget what loneliness tastes like.

And when he kisses you again—weeks later, on a rainy morning under a café awning, fingers laced tight in yours—he does it laughing. Giddy. Like a boy who just found out magic is real and has your name.

“I loved you before I met you,” he murmurs after, pressing his forehead to yours. “But this? You choosing me back? This is my favorite version of fate.”

Because Hyunjin doesn’t just romance you. He reveres you. He cherishes you. He makes you feel like being loved by him is both sacred and silly—a sacred thing with jelly on its chin and glitter in its pockets.

🩸 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 // Normal | The Shadow Walker

Clingy. Chaotic. Loves you louder than anyone ever has.

Courtship Style: Jisung doesn’t court you in the traditional sense. He adopts you like a stray thought he can’t put down. One day you’re acquaintances, the next he’s texting you twenty memes a day and showing up with bubble tea “just in case you were sad or bored or hungry or slightly thirsty or missed me a little.” He doesn’t confess. He accumulates. Your Spotify wrapped suddenly has his favourite songs; Your fridge always has his weird snack combos; Your phone background mysteriously changes to a photo of you two (he swears it “just glitched”). He’s the loudest thing in your life—and the softest, too.

Mini Ficlet:

One day, Han Jisung was your loud, chaotic friend who kept showing up with a second sandwich. Now? He's asleep on your couch in a hoodie that smells like you, mumbling your name into a pillow like it's a prayer wrapped in drool.

You don't even fucking remember when you agreed to go on a date with him. But, here you are, him always in your space, on your couch napping and drooling.

“Did we… start dating?” you ask one day, halfway through a Netflix binge, your head on his shoulder.

He pauses. Blinks at you. “We’re not??”

You laugh. He doesn’t.

“No seriously, babe. I’ve been in a committed relationship with you for, like, seven months. I made you a playlist called ‘She Could Punch Me and I’d Say Thank You.’ That’s not something I do for friends.”

You do start dating officially after that. Or maybe you just start acknowledging it. Either way, nothing changes—and everything does. He still texts you in all caps. Still fake-cries if you don’t answer in five minutes. But now? He kisses your cheek when he drops off food. Holds your hand when you walk. Shouts “THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND” any time you do literally anything, including sneeze.

You tell him he’s embarrassing. He tells you you’re hot when you’re annoyed. You throw a pillow at him. He pretends to die.

But beneath all that chaos is something startlingly serious. Like when you’re stressed and he reads to you until you fall asleep. Or when he shows up at your workplace during a late shift, holding your favourite drink, eyes all soft and worried.

“I just wanted to see your face,” he says, quieter than usual. “It makes the noise in mine stop.”

And when he finally tells you he loves you, it’s not loud. Not a joke. Just whispered against your neck after a long day, arms around you like armor.

“I know I’m a lot,” he murmurs. “But I’ll love you right. Every version of you. Loud or quiet. Messy or magic. Just let me stay, okay?”

Because Han Jisung courts with friendship, laughter, and loyalty. You don’t fall in love with him. You trip—face first—and he’s already there at the bottom, holding out a juice box and saying: “Took you long enough, baby.”

🩸 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗 // Abnormal | The Dreamer

Gentle voice. Corrupt touch. Dangerous devotion.

Courtship Style: Felix doesn’t ask for your attention. He radiates until you can’t help but turn toward him. He’s warmth incarnate—smiling like a sunrise, touching your arm just a second too long, laughing like the two of you already share a secret. He burns easy, but never recklessly. His affection is loud, his intentions louder, and his desire? Always hiding behind a wink. Or a lip bite. Or a murmured: “Tell me to stop flirting and I will. You won’t, though… will you?” Felix courts like he’s falling and loving it. He brings you coffee with your name written in hearts. He sends voice notes just to say he missed your voice. He insists on “sun days”—your private tradition of skipping responsibilities just to stay in bed with the curtains open.

Mini Ficlet:

You swear you’re not imagining it. The way his gaze lingers. The way he always finds you, no matter where you are. The way his hand always settles just above your knee under the table, like a promise he’s not quite ready to cash in.

He brings you sunflowers one day. Not roses. Not peonies. Sunflowers—loud, bright, unapologetic. Like him.

“They reminded me of your laugh,” he says, grinning as he sets the bouquet in your arms. “All sunshine and kind of… illegal. In a good way.”

Your cheeks burn.

“I should arrest you,” you mutter.

“Oh please do,” he purrs. “But be gentle. I bruise easy.”

You shove him. He laughs. But then—he looks at you. All warmth gone. What’s left is molten.

“I’m serious, you know,” he says softly. “About you.”

Later, he takes you on a date that isn’t a date (Except it is. He’s just waiting for you to call it that). Rooftop blanket. Takeout. Shared earbuds. His pinky hooked around yours like a pinky promise. The stars are out. So is the moon. So is his heart, apparently.

He leans in and murmurs, “Y’know… if you ever wanted to, we could just stay like this forever.”

You laugh. “What, on a roof?”

“No,” he says, smile curling. “On you.”

You roll your eyes. He doesn’t mind. You always roll them—and you always blush after.

He starts showing up more. With snacks. With games. With that stupid grin. You say you’re not in the mood to hang. He offers to just sit beside you, “for atmosphere.” Then somehow you’re tangled on the couch, your head on his chest while he scrolls for a movie you’ve already seen.

He insists you bake something together one night.

“I’m not a baker,” you warn.

“I am,” he says. “You just stand there and look cute.”

You throw flour at him. He retaliates with sugar. It escalates fast. You’re breathless, covered in powdered sweetness, half-laughing, half-melting when he pins you to the counter with dough-covered hands.

“You’ve got something on your face,” he whispers.

“You do too.”

He kisses you anyway.

You burn the cookies. He calls them love-blasted shortbread disasters. Eats six.

He writes notes. Sticky ones. Slips them into your jacket, your bag, your favourite book. One night, you find him humming in your kitchen—wearing your apron. Cooking something elaborate. With candles already lit.

You blink. “Did you break in?”

“I used the key you pretended not to give me.”

“…That’s not how pretending works.”

He grins. “Neither is love, apparently.”

He doesn’t ask to stay over. He just does. He doesn’t ask to hold you closer. He just fits. Like the spaces between your fingers were always waiting for his rings. Like your nights were always meant to end with him whispering: “You know I’m falling, right? Faster than I should. Not that I’m gonna stop.”

And maybe it’s the way he never lets you doubt it. Not in the way he kisses your temple after you’ve fallen asleep. Not in the way he carries you to bed when you refuse to move. Not in the way he holds your face like you’re the sun—and he’s the vampire stupid enough to burn for you (not that he'd burn, given he's an Abnormal, but go with it). Because Felix courts with warmth, with chaos, with craving— but above all, with clarity.

🩸 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍 // Normal | The Beloved

Dry wit. Reluctant softness. Secretly yours before you even know it.

Courtship Style: Seungmin doesn’t court like a romantic. He courts like a realist who accidentally fell too hard and refuses to admit it. He won’t say he likes you. He’ll just roast your taste in music. Then send you a playlist. Labeled: “Fix your standards. Start here.” He won’t compliment your outfit. He’ll say, “You wore that? On purpose?” Then immediately take a photo when you’re not looking and make it his phone lockscreen. His flirting is all sharp edges and sidelong glances. If he calls you annoying, you’re already halfway to being his. And still—beneath the banter, Seungmin shows up. Remembers how you take your coffee. Waits until you’re home safe. Asks how your day was and actually listens. Buys your favourite gum. Takes you on dates disguised as “hangouts” and grumbles when you call it cute.

Mini Ficlet:

You’re fighting again.

Over something stupid. Probably the last donut or your tragic Spotify history. He’s smirking. You’re pouting. The usual.

“I honestly don’t know how someone with your taste functions in public,” Seungmin says, shaking his head like a disappointed tutor.

“Keep talking,” you shoot back, “and I’ll block you on everything.”

He blinks. Then grins. “Cute. Like you could go five hours without texting me.”

You go quiet.

Because, well. You can’t.

Later that night, there’s a knock at your door. You open it to find—

A box of your favourite snacks. A hoodie you thought you lost. A note.

“Thought you’d be dramatic and sad. I’m not doing this because I care. I just don’t want you crying on my hoodie.”

You roll your eyes. Smile anyway.

He’s not big on grand gestures. But he shows up when it counts. You mention your favourite childhood show once? The next week, he has the full DVD set in his bag. “Stumbled across it. Don’t flatter yourself.” You say you’re too tired to go out? He drags you to the convenience store. Buys two drinks. Tosses a jacket over your shoulders without looking at you. “I needed air. You just happened to exist nearby.”

One day, you fall asleep on his couch. You wake up warm. Covered. Music low. The lights dimmed. He’s in the kitchen, quietly washing mugs.

You say nothing. Neither does he. But when he turns to glance at you—his eyes soften like he’s watching a sunrise he doesn’t want to end.

You catch him smiling. He scowls instantly. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m soft.”

You laugh. “You are soft.”

He groans. “Ugh. I knew I should’ve let you freeze.”

You start noticing it everywhere. The way he always buys an extra snack, then pretends he “accidentally” got two. The way he adjusts his walking pace so your steps line up. The way his sarcasm slows down when you’re quiet—like he knows when to tease, and when to just… be there.

One night, he calls you without a reason.

“You good?” he asks.

“Yeah. Why?”

“You didn’t send me a meme today. Thought maybe you died.”

You snort. “Would you miss me?”

“No,” he says flatly. “I’d just have to find someone else with horrible taste in music. Tragic.”

But the next day, your favourite drink shows up at your door. No note this time. Just a sticky tab on the bottle that says:

You better not be sad again. I’m busy this weekend and can’t deal with your feelings until Monday.

And then:

...Unless it’s serious. In which case, tell me now so I can cancel.

That’s how he does it. Quiet commitment. Unspoken loyalty. Sarcastic devotion. You’re not dating. Not officially. But you’ve already become a habit to him. You realize it the day he gets genuinely mad—not fake-annoyed, not teasing. Someone hurt your feelings. And when you tell him, he goes silent. Dead quiet. Then he asks, low and sharp: “What’s their name?”

You blink. “Why?”

“Just curious. No reason. Definitely not going to curse them.”

“…You’re not serious.”

He tilts his head. “You think I wouldn’t? For you?”

You freeze.

Because his voice doesn’t sound sarcastic anymore. It sounds deadly. And suddenly, it’s so clear: He’s been choosing you. Every day. In every way. Not with grand declarations. But in the spaces between arguments. In the silences after laughter. In the way he always remembers where you left your phone, what song calms you down, and when to stop joking—just to wrap you in the quietest kind of love.

So you lean against his shoulder. He doesn’t say anything. But he lets you stay there. All night. And when you wake up? There’s a note stuck to your forehead.

I like you. Don’t make it weird.

🩸 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍 // Normal (Evolving Abnormal) | The Smile with Fangs

Soft charm. Hidden heat. A smile that sneaks under your skin.

Courtship Style: Jeongin courts like he’s been planning it forever—but wants you to think it’s spontaneous. A mix of Chan’s old-school romance and Felix’s sunshine flirtation, he leaves you laughing and breathless in the same moment. He’ll bring you flowers “because they looked lonely without you,” but hide a note inside that reads like a love letter. He buys matching rings, shrugs when you notice, then blushes when you wear yours. He’s all easy banter and eye contact that lasts a second too long. He doesn’t just listen—he memorizes. The way you sip your drink. The songs you hum. The one day you said you hated rain—and how he always shows up with an umbrella. With Jeongin, the courting is gentle until it isn’t. Until the teasing falls away and he’s looking at you like he already belongs to you. And he does.

Mini Ficlet:

It starts with a dare.

“I bet you won’t show up to our next hangout in something that isn���t tragic,” he says, eyeing your hoodie with mock disdain.

So you show up in a dress. And he chokes on his drink.

“You look—” he starts, then stops. Tries again. “That’s… illegal.”

You raise a brow. “So I won?”

“No,” he grins, cheeks pink. “I did.”

Later, he tugs you by the wrist into a photo booth, insists on five different poses, and refuses to give you the strip. “Evidence of your crimes. It’s safer with me.”

You roll your eyes. But when you get home, the photos are in your bag. You have no idea when he managed to do that so quick, but he did.

He doesn’t mention it the next day. Just sends a text.

jeongin 🦊: u look better in those pics than me. rude.

you: you insisted on five poses.

jeongin 🦊: exactly. more chances to suffer.

You laugh. But your fingers linger on the photo strip anyway. Especially on the third one—where you're both laughing so hard his eyes are almost closed, and your head’s tilted toward his like it belongs there.

From then on, the courting becomes a quiet game. He sends you videos of cute animals with captions like “you when I look at you”. He wears that one cologne you complimented—then pretends not to notice when you lean in a little closer. He starts showing up to your classes, "coincidentally" holding your favourite drink. Leaves your favourite snack in your bag with a sticky note: “bribery. stay cute.” He draws hearts on the fogged-up café window and denies it. Blames the barista.

He randomly brings you keychains from vending machines. Ones that make no sense—tiny frogs, a plastic spoon, a lopsided heart. “This one’s you.” he says, handing you the spoon. You start collecting them on your bag.

He buys a small sketchbook and fills it with dumb little doodles: you as a cat. You as a villain. You as the reason he’s broke because “someone eats too many croissants.”

He doesn’t say I like you. But he wears the bracelet you made him from string and beads. Keeps the wrapper from the gum you shared in his wallet. Asks your friends what kind of earrings you’ve been looking at lately, then acts surprised when he “randomly found” them on sale.

One evening, he takes you to a rooftop arcade. You win every game—barely—and he pretends to be devastated.

“You’re cheating,” he accuses.

“Am not.”

“Then marry me,” he blurts.

You freeze. So does he.

“…That was a joke,” he says immediately.

It wasn’t.

The next week, he gives you a hoodie. Custom-made. Embroidered over the heart: fox boy’s favourite.

Jeongin’s courtship isn’t loud. It’s a slow-burn playlist. A silent “text me when you get home.” A bag of snacks he swears he didn’t buy for you—but somehow match your exact cravings. It’s teasing that feels like touch. Laughter that feels like safety. Looks that linger too long.

He courts you like a secret he doesn’t want to keep anymore.

🏷️ taglist: @cybergracie , @jupitermarss , @basicginn , @dhvnigvil , @emkvlixsx , @collin-thegreat , @somuchpanicverylittledisco , @emilyywhyy

[adeadcreator]

haaaaaiii can i req diego x vampire!reader again but prevampirism, reader was studying medicine/sciencey stuff so they’ll experiment on themselves and are super fascinated by Diego after he gets his stand :3 idk it would be so silly if diego were to walk in on reader basically dissecting themselves and writing everything down/making diagrams as if its just another Tuesday 😭😭😭 bonus points if they jokingly ask to probe diego or have basic diagrams of him and how his dino features work in their little journal —🦇 (dunno if i’ve ever made a req here under this anon sign but if you stalk the diego tag as much as i do you’ll have seen me around /silly)

I was just reading one of your requests on a post😭, I love your creativity . I hope you enjoy!!

You’ve always been a curious and ambitious soul, delving into the world of medicine and science. Diego, on the other hand, has just gained his Stand, and you find yourself completely fascinated by him—and not just because he’s your boyfriend. Your scientific curiosity has driven you to experiment on yourself, and today is no exception. 

Diego walks into your makeshift lab one afternoon, expecting to find you knee-deep in books or engrossed in your studies. Instead, he’s greeted by the sight of you in your lab coat, surrounded by a mess of vials, diagrams, and… yourself? “(Y/n)?” he calls out, brows furrowing in confusion as he approaches. 

The sight of you carefully documenting notes while inspecting your own arm with a scalpel in hand leaves him momentarily speechless. You look up, eyes gleaming with excitement. "Hey, Diego! Just doing a little self-experimentation," you say nonchalantly, as if this is the most normal Tuesday. “I’m documenting how my body responds to certain variables. 

You know, for science!” Diego raises an eyebrow, half-amused and half-worried. "You’re... dissecting yourself?" now he was slowly questioning your sanity "Don’t worry! I haven’t gone too deep!" you chuckle, and it becomes painfully clear that this is a regular occurrence for you. “Although I did find that my blood is—” You pose dramatically for effect. “Quite regenerative!”

You hand him your open journal filled with elaborate diagrams—some of Diego’s features included. Lines and sketches of his Stand, Scary Monster, intertwine with your self-study. “And look at these! I’ve got diagrams of how your teeth adapt for those dinosaur features!” Diego glances down at the drawings, a mix of pride and embarrassment on his face. “You really drew me like this?” 

“Absolutely! I’m gathering data! Now that you have your Stand, I need to understand how it relates to your physiology. Really, this could be groundbreaking!” You poke his arm playfully. “How about we start with some probing?”

Diego feels a warm flush creep to his cheeks, half-laughing, half-horrified. “Probing me? Is this how you plan on courting me? Because I’m not sure it’s working…” You giggle, enjoying the banter. “Come on! I promise I’d treat you like royalty. Besides, think of the scientific contributions! You could be famous!” Diego can’t help but roll his eyes, smirking as he shakes his head. “And what if I said no?” 

“Oh, but that wouldn’t be very scientific of you! Think of the data I would miss out on!” you tease, your eyes sparkling with mischief. Diego finally relents, throwing his hands up in mock surrender.

“Fine! But if you end up experimenting on me, I’m blaming you when I end up looking like a dino-human hybrid.” Despite not directly telling you that he loved and required your attention, as if he couldn’t have it more obvious, and who was he to deny your attention.

“Deal!” you exclaim, returning to your notes, completely absorbed in your fascination with both your own body and Diego’s otherworldly features, excited for what the next experiments—and adventures—might bring. --- In this dynamic, your scientific obsession is matched by Diego’s rugged charm, creating a playful and slightly chaotic environment fueled by your curious minds and burgeoning feelings for one another.

[robotic-little-fellow]

Hello everyone!

I'm really sorry I've been gone, but little things make me lose my interest and motivation towards the account.

So I'm here to revisit my rules and now set some boundaries!

MODS BOUNDARIES 🦇

I would prefer not being dmed on this account, I'm not comfortable with 1 on 1's on here.

I'm uncomfortable with any joke-threat type things. Like certain ones are okay, as long as you make it clear you're joking, as I am a very paranoid and anxious person.

Not really a boundary, but if you could, please use tone tags in parentheses. Ty!!

Nothing sexual, at all. Nor really romantic

Once again not rlly a boundary, but I might not know who your OC is so I'm sorry if I don't understand your ask.

SOMETHING YOU CAN DO 🌊

Request for me to come out with a new data log!

Ask tiny questions about me (mod)

Or ask questions about me (Ortho) though sometimes you may be answered in a slight head canon!

Or anything else that doesn't break a boundary or rule!

RULES 🍨

Anything previously mentioned on my first post about rules

No mentions of murder

Don't mention real world sensitive topics.

No bullying, of ANY kind. Even calling an ask stupid (if you are in character. Please state so.)

Thank you for reading and listening! 🫶

Stay safe! 🫶🌙

[irrevocablecondition]

trick or treat 🦇🦇🦇

🎃👻 boo hello !!

you get a ramble about a fic i've been thinking about for AGES but need to find the time to actually put together :3

i had a massive volcano phase as a kid. besides marauders, volcanoes is the thing i know the most about.

so may i present!! volcanologist sirius black, constantly searching for the next thrill and the next big rush of adrenaline to keep him going, only to be saddled a year long residental research task at yellowstone park (boring volcano idc what anyone says, boring and basic) ! here he meets the whole gang !! the whole gang are here doing their jobs around the park !!

there's limited activity with the yellowstone supervolcano, very little we don't already know, and he's spending most of his time just collecting data that shows the exact same thing we already know - it might go boom at some point. not anytime soon. boring. it's just him, his boring research, and his walkie talkie.

enter: remus lupin, social hermit, in his watchtower. he watches over the park from his little tower and that's it. noone really knows him, he's been there for years, and he is not impressed by sirius' incessant yapping down the walkie talkies. not one bit.

one person constantly searching for the next thrill to make life mean something, another who wants nothing more than to watch the world from sidelines and pretend life isn't ticking away without him.

boom! wolfstar and volcanoes. (i really like volcanoes)

trick or treat game!

[radioactive-earthshine]

Trick or Treat

🦇A TREAT! 💀

Here's more of the unpublished KonBart Star Trek AU.

Enjoy!

🖖

“When was the last status update, Bart?” 

Bart blinked and looked at Conner sitting across from him across the fire. He was wearing only his pants and undershirt, having ditched his red jacket entirely, and his chin was rugged with dark scruffy hair. To Bart he was stunning like that, even though his shirt was stained and his hair lost a lot of its curl and laid frizzy on his head, but it was his eyes that remained ever wild. 

Before he could get too lost in his staring, Bart answered. “One week ago, it’s your turn. I’m no good at ‘em anyway.” 

Conner smirked and got up to grab the tricorder to record their status report. “No prob. You’re only the best pilot in all of Starfleet, had to trade something for all that talent.” 

“Hah!” Bart tossed a dry branch into the fire when it was getting low. The sun was also getting low, and with it the warmth and light of the Spring day. When Kon returned he sat down and leaned over himself. 

“What the fuck has even happened since the last update?” 

“We had that uh, bear-wolf-cougar-thing show up at our camp and you fed it chicken fried rice.” Bart tossed another branch in and orange embers flew up, it reminded Bart of his speed and he almost gave into the impulse to run but he remained seated. “Then we got a lotta rain, and I found that worm that was as big as you writhing through our camp.” 

“Yeah that’s all personal log stuff, you know what they want to hear. Did we find any sentients, what have we done to help ourselves-” 

“Did we violate the Prime Directive,” Bart interrupted. “I get it, I know. They just want a neat little report to have just in case they find our bodies, they wanna know what damage we might have done to any ‘primitive’ species. Starfleet isn’t interested in how we lived down here.” 

“Woah,” Conner looked at Bart and for the first time he was actually concerned. “That was cynical. Starfleet and The Federation  isn’t a perfect institution, but humans have come a damn long way from what they used to be! Their society would not be what it is now if they didn’t care about each other, or people like us.” 

“Pft, yeah they are a lot better than they used to be. Max has been watching them since maybe forever. He's a Lanthanite you know, he lives forever. He’s seen almost everything. Humans might have overcome a lotta things, and maybe they are the best they have ever been, but they still need things like Section 31 to do the things it does. Like investigating us like we were some sort of weapon or hostile intruder when we were just kids! And Starfleet still wants a nice little report so they don’t have to worry if someone valued compassion over regulations during a crisis.” 

Conner couldn’t argue against it and he wasn’t going to try, but he refused to embrace such apathy. “I’m not going to dispute any of that, but there are good people who will hear these, and I know Captain Sandsmark is one of them, and even if it is all just data and mission logs, she will care about us. Max too, he was your guardian, right? If we somehow die down here, he will listen to your logs, and he will care about you and everything you felt like saying. Even if they are rambling and not Starfleet standard.” 

The thought of Max listening to his fumbling logs did make Bart smile as he nodded in agreement. “Yeah, he’d be rolling his eyes at me because they are so bad. But you know what? I know that’s why he cares so much about me. Because he’s never had to deal with someone like me before in his entire life. Well, except for one horse that he had to shoot. He never told me why he had to shoot her though.” 

“You remind him of a horse he had to shoot?!”  Kon couldn’t tell if he wanted to laugh or be horrified that Bart reminded his father-figure of a dead horse but he couldn’t help but laugh when Bart started snickering. “Come on! You’re not that bad. You talk like you have no impulse control.” 

“I used to not have any, trust me. If you met me when I was new, you would have hated me.” 

“I cannot ever imagine hating you, Bart.” The way Conner said it made Bart’s throat tighten and his chest feel as hot as the flames between them. His eyes smoldered something, and then he quickly looked away. 

“You really, really don’t know how I was. I barely passed at the Academy.”  Conner shrugged. “A ‘D’ is still passing and I don’t care. I like you now. You get what it’s like to be, well, alone.”

[obscureother]

🌑 open for f/o + oc box :0 📮

The votes on the other post decided that they would like to see both f/os and s/is on the obscure blog be more formally opened to questions/inbox things :0 so this will be. . About the best way I can think to open them with a general gist enough for people to get on? There will be a list of f/os and s/is below, then the rules or things you can go for!

Though there will be things under the cut so it doesn’t take over 400 yards of your dashboard before you want it to.

🌑

The F/Os:

We got the ogs, the veterans, the ones from HIGH SCHOOL.

○ Gerik 🥔 ○ Dracula 🦇○ Conrad Wolfgang 💀 ○ Deidrick Aethelwolf 🎃

Some platonic f/os :0

○ Count von Count 🦇💜 ○ Jason Voorhees 🏒 ○ Data ⭐

Then we got. . The Rob Squad.™

○ Fred Krueger 🥓 ○ Barton/Smiley ⛓ ○ Inkubus 🖤 ○ ⚫ (secret f/o :0 responses vary. .)

The one rob squad member who is a secret f/o is open to some questions on the blog. He would be slow to respond to them only because he is hard to reconnect to to get him over. He goes off of ⚫ for now, tho!! Though he will not give out too much of himself for who he is until together we're ready for him to, you can ask him whatever you like!

The "Dawson group," for now no collective name, but any dwelling they're under is dubbed the Dawson Dome.

○ Peter Newkirk ✈ ○ Joey 🪦 ○ Rodger 🎩

Every one of those dawson men are also BRI'ISH but forgive ob, they know nothing of bri'ish things other than that they talk funny :"0 they would love for you to educate ob on their british things tho so they can be properly british in ob's head lol. you can ask them of source tho ofc!!

There are some secret f/os, yes, but those may or may not really be open to questions if not before on the blog. . They may ghost, get referenced on, or other things, but because they're secret, there is no way to easily do some of those other secret f/os for the moment :"0 but you got these guys!!

🌑

The OCs:

Then we got ob's goofy dumb self-inserts, Moe and Roe!!

They both have their own "canon" lore, ones not associated with selfshipping but can generally apply or be adapted to. Know they are still work in progress and so are their stories with the f/os, so there may be changes over time or something :0

In some universes, Moe does not know Roe exists :0 but Roe knows about Moe. .

🌑

There are three sort of directions one can go of giving them letterboxes:

"Canon" mode.

This is like. . the selfship canon. F/Os on this blog are not exactly like their true source canon selves, tho. This is the version of the f/o and s/i or ocs, in the f/o's source world :0 You can give questions on the meta things of this also.

Tumblr Blob mode.

Everyone in one place, they are answering questions on the blog :0 Kind of hybrid between meta and "canon" sometimes, but this is to them all together!!

Meta mode.

The f/os in the sense of like. . how they live with Ob! I pretend they exist and live as invisible friends in my brain :)) they're aware they're not real, they only exist for me to cope or be happy and know much of me as the person who I really am but also know the ocs I've got. (the ocs, other than Roe who breaks the fourth wall, don’t really have the "pretending theyre in my brain thing" going on, tho)

🌑

There are only going to be some basic rules for the obscure inbox so they'll go like this:

Know the characters are f/o versions of the character. While they are very based on canon, there may be some tweaks to them for either sake of my comfort, enjoyment, or just because of how I perceive them. No, they will not be perfectly in character, especially not the mean ones lol. The mean ones would probably kill me, but this is selfshipping, so they love me 👉🏻👈🏻 Not every question has to be centered around the selfship theyre done for tho.

Know that most of those f/os are villains. Some of them might be snarky or mean, but think of it as roleplay. These characters are fictional so they're only responding through the interpretation of the f/o I have would respond. Though I'm not trying to be mean to you!! They're not personal responses from the Ob. Roe can also be a bit short or. . Flat-toned, but that's not me being mean either. They're here for sillies, lore, and cool things, not for some kind of dumb indirect communication or getting into fights on real-life things. They will try to be separated from real personal relationships.

Entertainment in bullying them is ok tho. Go pick a fight with them if you want lol. Get interesting. The only one you might want to be careful bullying is Moe, the tender baby ahh. You will make her cry lol.

If you're not cool with one of the f/os or characters on here, then don’t go to the box for them. No one gives the effort to deal with that. Genuinely not cool notes are going to be ignored or only one-offed with some silly retort. None of us are going to bother with those letterboxes lol. Tho Ob struggles with recognizing the difference on things of genuine offense/unkindness or joking, so they may not answer something before certain. :( You can DM for those or give /j somewhere if you don't see something answered for a while tho!!

Ob doesn't mind sharing :0 You're welcome to leave letterboxes from other versions of an f/o, other source characters, or anything else. Doubles would be goofy chaos, love that. Our ocs should be like. . besties. /silly

On roleplay, yes, you can give asks intended to be from other characters or roleplay blogs!! OOC comments or questions go in brackets or tags or something.

Anon should be enabled, but if theyre not, let me know. Or if you need to send something but prefer to be anon, I can edit out things on a screenshot for the response.

Ob likes to draw for things, but they wont be able to every time. Don't take it personally, i probably just couldnt think of something or didnt have the time or energy to give a doodle. Ob'll try to draw sometimes tho, or if you would request something for the box, they'll do their best :0

For those freaks with freaky questions (/j) or comments as jokes or general ponderings, those are ok too. They just will be tagged with the bone tags:

#🌑 b o n k b o n e . 🦴 (for goofy spicy)

#🌑 to bone jail. 🦴 (for very spicy.)

LITTLE KIDDIES, REMEMBER TO BLOCK THOSE. This blog isnt normally NSFW, but there's a reason those tags are there. Those are not just for the box.

Those should be all the basic guides on how to kick this off!! Hopefully we won't have to, but should anything else come up for them, they'll either be edited on the original post or reblogged to it depending on them.

Ok cool :0 thx for the votes to get one of these open!! Ob would love to open the box for f/os, ocs, or for everyone to talk to them, they always wanted a qna box fdjghjkdfg 🖤💙

[ask-sealights]

// heya !! mod 🦇 here!

an important update abt me you guys should know:

RN im on vacation and we don't have access to wifi all the time, only at places that do, and i can't use app data cuz the country im in doesn't include app data in my plan so it'll charge me if I use it !! because of rhis I won't be able to draw anything for your asks until like. in 4 days or so

so answers may be slower than expected!!!

thankfully mod 🪶 is taking the role of drawing for me, so thank xem !! hehe

[juicezone]

🍭🦇🌸 - De 🐍

🍭 How long have you been apart of agere tumblr? This account, technically april '22! I had another agere account for a few months in 2020 but i got wicked stressed out trying to figure out like. what communities were safe so i deleted it |D I made this one bc i was reading fics on a03 and i was like I WANNA TALK TO THEMMMM (points at mayliz @/dragon-queen21 and then i met aerie @/sundrop-agere + bee @/bumbling-kiddo and i was like oh yeah. im staying hehe. its all abt findin good ppl <3 i think) (<- totally rambled)

🦇 Have you ever regressed in a dream? YEAH it was so nice im not gonna lie, i dont remember a whole lot except i was with someone and i was gettin really cranky and sleepy (lol. sleeping in a dream) so they helped me into pjs and put me to bed <3 it was so cozy,,

🌸 Who do you headcanon as a regressor or caregiver? (fictional or real) BONES IS MY DAD FR!!!! also jim kirk is just a little guy and i think both spock + bones look after him. shared custody of the littlest guy ever. I think sometimes they pretend bicker when he's small because he immediately is like "D: NO!!!! WE R FRIENDS!!!" and its cute :)

also. also bones is 1000000% actually secretly a regressor too. but he has a very hard time regressing so he just pretends he isnt and doesnt regress.

DATA!!! is a regressor too and geordi is his cg. he has a literal baby mode i know this. also julian bashir is a baby mode and miles + keiko are his cgs.

nonstar trek uhh Link + zelda LOZ are flips for each other. ESPECIALLY breath of the wild era.

tigger is a kid regressor too and rabbit is his "reluctant" cg. Owl offers to look after tigger instead and rabbit is like "WRONG."

[dxstoeskyvjbess]

✮ | 𝓓xstoesky's 𝓜asterlist

navigation | showslist | guidelines | moodboards .ᐟ

the 100

beneath the faint moonlight — bellamy blake

complicated — bellamy blake

perfectly fine. — bellamy blake

outer banks

favourite crime — jj maybank

celebrities

butterflies — dylan o’brien

harry potter

taken ?! — harry j. potter

blurbs / short fics

close to you — percy jackson

thinking of ... / imagines / extras

cabin 7 ; apollo's children — pjo

percy x cabin 1 reader — pjo

“ fake tales of san francisco, eco through the room . . ”

✧ follow @dxstoeskyvjbess 4 more ! ✧

💬 || reblogs and comments are appreciated !

[dakusan]

Daku!!

Your ask dump was such a rollercoaster! Angst and fluff and smut and everything all in one! I was so not prepared! I really loved the super angsty one where vampire skz lose control and hurt their doll. Read it four times in one sitting. D E L I C I O U S.

The one about Chan made me wonder though, how would blood transfusions work for a blood doll? Because technically, it isn't their blood, right? And we know that to a large degree, the blood also tells the story of the person. So if a doll needed transfusion, what would it entail for skz who they are bonded to? Or would stored blood lose the memory of the person it belonged to once it is removed from the body? I mean, blood cells do replenish(?)/regenerate(?) every three months.

About the werewolf lore, there is a lot. I'm wondering if I should put it on my profile or if I should just send it to via asks. I mean, my profile is blank right now because at the moment, I only use tumblr for book recs and for your delicious part of this website! What do you suggest?

-Penguin Anon

you rang, Penguin Anon? good. because you just tapped into premium-grade blood science and you’re absolutely right — it’s not just crimson. it’s code.

· · ──────༺♱༻────── · ·· · ──────༺♱༻────── · ·· · ──────

🧛‍♂️ 💉 B L O O D T R A N S F U S I O N S I N B L O O D D O L L ( a k a : w h a t h a p p e n s w h e n s h i t g e t s m e d i c a l l y c o m p l i c a t e d )

❗️The Core Principle:

In this universe, blood isn’t just biological — it’s biographical. It holds:

memory (psychic + sensory echoes),

scent markers (soul-encoded identity),

magical frequency (unique to species, bond, and emotion).

So yeah. Swapping blood? Not simple.

🔁 WHAT HAPPENS IF A BLOOD DOLL NEEDS A TRANSFUSION?

🥀 1. Stored Blood = Dead Data

Once blood is drawn and removed from the living system, it begins to degrade metaphysically within hours.

After ~48 hours (give or take), it’s emotionally inert—like a USB stick with corrupted files.

Yes, the red cells still “work” medically... but to a vampire? It smells like dust and static.

🧪 2. Human-to-Human Transfusion = Identity Interference

A doll receiving another human’s blood? Risky.

The bonded vampire will smell someone else inside their mate.

It causes psychic dissonance: rage, confusion, territorial panic.

Especially if it’s unfamiliar blood. Their instincts scream “she’s been touched.”

May lead to blood rejection episodes or violence unless the vamp is warned and stabilized.

💉 3. Ideal Solution: Synthblood Imprinted with Doll’s Bio-Code

Chan’s empire (LUXE HEALTH or NOCTE LABS) likely created custom blood-mimic transfusions.

Grown from the doll’s own bloodline, enriched with her frequency and psychic markers.

Like cloning her blood to preserve the bond — science meets sorcery.

⚠️ 4. Worst Case: Emergency Transfusion from Another Vampire

This is basically a soul slap.

Not recommended unless you want a mate-bond rupture.

The bonded vampire will feel it — as if someone else fed her, marked her.

Would trigger jealousy, bloodlust, and a need to reassert dominance immediately.

🧠 BONUS BIOLOGY NERD NOTE:

You’re right — red blood cells replace themselves roughly every 120 days. BUT: in this lore, the blood’s “imprint” exists beyond the cell’s lifespan. The magic-memory lives in the bloodstream like an aura. So even with fully regenerated blood, the soul’s pattern remains embedded unless disrupted by trauma, ritual, or external influence.

· · ──────༺♱༻────── · ·· · ──────༺♱༻────── · ·· · ──────

As for the werewolf lore... God, yes. Send it. Whether it’s DMs, asks, or carrier pigeon — go feral with it.

🖤 thank you for the brain candy, Penguin Anon. you get a gold star 🌟💋🦇

[angellicmp3]

https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/2310696

Intro post :3

Hello I’m Angellic.Mp3

He/him—19—MINORS ARE NOT WELCOME‼️

I will post sexually explicit & suggestive things.

I’m new to the f/o community, I’m a transguy with about a million and one f/os.

This is a side blog so i don’t follow or send likes from here :( —Not comfortable sharing my personal incase my mutuals find me.

more info :

I sincerely do not want to engage with proship discourse, it’s draining and exhausting.

I believe that self ship/general shipping an adult with a child, as well as incestual ships, are wrong. Even if it’s “just a fictional character”

I enjoy dark fiction and yandere, as well as horror themes. I have horror f/os, and f/os with sadistic themes.

Proship and Antis can interact with my blog— I do not care. I also don’t care about sharing f/os, just don’t f/o my ocs lmao.

[WORK IN PROGRESS!! UNDER CONSTRUCTION!! ALWAYS ADDING AND TAKING OFF!! :) ]

Fictional others (that i am comfortable being public about + ranked by how much I think about them [at this point in time]):

Vincent (oc) 🚭🖥️

Walter Sullivan (Silent Hill 4: The Room)

Henry Townshend (Silent Hill 4: The Room)

Logan Howlett [The Wolverine] (The X-Men comics + movies)

Frank Castle [The Punisher] (The Punisher comics only, neither of the movies or the tv series)

Tim / Masky (Marble Hornets / Creepypasta)

Brian / Hoodie (Marble Hornets / Creepypasta)

Daniel ‘Oz’ Osbourne (Buffy The Vampire Slayer) 🐺🦇

Max Rockatansky (Mad Max) 🏍️🏜️

The Hylics crew (Wayne, Somsnosa, Dedusmuln, and Pongorma as a polycule)🌙💀🫗👹

Billy Lenz (Black Christmas [1974]) 🐈‍⬛🏚️

Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil)

Ricardo Irving (Resident Evil)

Pete White (The Venture Bros.)

Charles Foster Ofdensen (Metalocalypse)

Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice the movie + the cartoon Not the musical)

Data Soong (Star Trek)

Lore Soong (Star Trek)

Spamton G. Spamton (Deltarune)

Charlie Dompler (Smiling friends)

Norman Bates (Psycho)

Hiromi Higuruma (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Russia (Hetalia)

England (Hetalia)

Deacon Brucke (What We do in the Shadows)

Edward Nashton/Edward Nygma [The Riddler](Batman)

Simon Petrikov (Adventure Time)

Hanma Shuuji (Tokyo Revengers) [older timelines only]

Illumi Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)

Jack Walten (The Walten Files)

Alternate Gabriel (The Mandela Catalogue)

Jervis Tetch [The Mad Hatter] (Batman)

Doug Rattman (Portal)

Yuuta Okkotsu (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Cid Highwind (Final Fantasy 7)

Cait Sith (Final Fantasy 7)

Ban (Seven Deadly Sins)

Alexei Smirnoff (Stranger things)

BYE BYE !!! :)

[mausoleuzine]

Uma Noite Gótica no Mausoléu

Dia 19/04/2025 marcou um ano de Mausoléu zine!

Não podia deixar uma data tão especial passar em branco, sendo assim, com a ajuda de algumas pessoas, pude organizar a festa da zine que era um sonho distante quando entrei na subcultura e pude ver se tornar realidade! Então nasceu a festa...

🦇 Uma Noite Gótica no Mausoléu 🦇

A festa foi realizada no Janaíno Vegan da São Francisco, em Curitiba. Jack Jack, morcego veterano da cena, abriu o bar para nos receber, sendo um parceiro importante na caminhada da zine, ajudou na preparação, deu dicas e garantiu que a festa teria um lugar ótimo para acontecer e com excelentes comes e bebes! Destaque para o drin Pepino de Novo, nunca que eu achei que um drin de pepino ia ser tão bom, e para a mandioca cremosa, que minha digníssima fez questão que eu provasse!

Os DJs da noite foram Vinnie Corvo e Anny Nyx. Vinnie conheço há mais tempo, comecei a frequentar o Nigravis, organizado por ele, e firmamos uma ótima amizade, posso dizer com certeza que é uma das melhores pessoas que tive o prazer de conhecer dentro da subcultura. Vinnie trouxe um set impecável, como sempre! Tanto com hits já conhecidos como com músicas novas. Agitou a pista do Janaíno desde o começo do rolê!

Anny, outra pessoa incrível e muito querida, trouxe musicas nacionais no set, o que achei sensacional, temos que valorizar mais o gótico nacional como um todo. Anny continuou botando a morcegada pra dançar e no final do evento ainda me disse que queria continuar tocando, pois estava muito legal!

Só tenho a agradecer a estes maravilhosos DJs 🦇

Confesso que quando organizei o rolê tentei ao máximo manter minhas expectativas baixas, contando que os mais chegados fossem o rolê já seria ótimo, mas fui muito surpreendido, lotamos a casa! Não só o bar, mas a rua na frente do bar estava cheia de góticos pra todo lado! Gente dançando na rua, na pista, no bar! Foi uma noite muito memorável pra zine!

Quero agradecer também a minha digníssima senhora das trevas, Ravena, por ter me apoiado nessa loucura que foi organizar o rolê, ter confiado em mim e ajudado em vários processos! E também agradecer a Yasmin, que foi a entrevistada da zine de um ano, por além de conceder uma ótima entrevista (que vai sair aqui no blog logo mais!) produziu um vídeo cobrindo todo o evento, vocês conferem lá no instagram dela: @devil_inplastic

Muito obrigado a todes que compareceram! Em breve teremos mais Mausofestas, com muita musica boa e muita zine boa!

[pipelinelaserraygun]

What's today really all about?

🕎🆚👿

What's today really all about?

🦇🇺🇸🗳️👺👹👊🏽💥

https://sequart.org/magazine/51203/vampire-films-and-catholicism/

What's today really all about?

🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🛑‼️

What's today really all about?

🗳️🇺🇸🕊️🛐 MUST ⏰ SEE‼️

There’s also 18USC611 called “Voting by Aliens”. For some reason THIS law is rarely cited or referenced, even by constitutionally-minded election integrity experts. ⚖️ IT makes it unequivocal and non-debatable that one must be a lawful U.S. Citizen to vote in a U.S. Federal Election.

What's today really all about?

📖🍇🍞 EVERY DAY.

🎵🎶 "🦇 I sit alone with my honor, in a dungeon in the dark."

🎵🎶 "But 🦇 I can see it coming. ✝️ You're not so far away. Cause 🦇 I can feel YOUR power 💥 SURGING through the whole of me❣️"

[hermitcrabstar]

I'll leave this poll out there to collect data on what designs you guys like! :D ✨

Return to Spookland~!

Like I promised, here's a spooky adorable collection of drawings :3

-Kirby is a ghost 'wisp'erer (little mini spirits 👻)

-Meta Knight is your classic "gentlemanly" vampire 🦇

-Bandee had his costume fall partially apart cause he tripped (poor clumsy mummy TvT) ❤️‍🩹

-Dedede is a magical wizard... OooOo~ (I actually really like the way his design came out, it feels special 🌟)

(Another reminder that you are always welcome to draw my designs if you'd like! I'd love to see! ^^)

[carocineasta]

🦇 Prepare-se para uma nova aventura em Gotham City! A série animada "Batman: Caped Crusader" está chegando com uma reimaginação emocionante do universo do Cavaleiro das Trevas.

Com uma data de estreia marcada para 1º de agosto, esta produção dos produtores executivos J.J. Abrams e Matt Reeves promete mergulhar os fãs em uma narrativa repleta de ação, suspense e personagens icônicos da DC. Quer saber mais?

Confira a notícia completa no blog! 🌃🎬