#☪ Interact

[sencity]

yandere!botanist x gn!darling, pt. two . . .

˚₊ ꒰ nightmare fuel 𝄁︎ obsessive/needy behavior, violent intrusive thoughts, ominous thoughts, slight leg humping, oral receiving (for y/n), overstimulation (also y/n), cumming untouched, incidental self-harm, + mentions of blood, murder, and suicide.

˚₊ ꒰ word count 𝄁︎ 931.

˚₊ ꒰ key 𝄁︎ crossed out red words indicate sencha’s thoughts. blue text indicate sencha’s messages. purple text indicate y/n's messages.

˚₊ ꒰ sen’s statement(s) 𝄁︎ you’d find pt. one here, let alone sencha’s face claim and information here. this’ll be the last part of headcanons, btw. (these hcs just keep getting longer and longer, god).

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who leaves itemized love letters at your doorstep in the middle of the night with a flower that displayed his mood and what the love poem was going to be about. it could go from a stargazer lily with a letter sealed with a pink heart or a wilting petunia and a crumbled letter indicating that he was clearly angered with something and the letter sloppily ranted his baleful desires towards you.

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who glowers you down as he watches the flower shop clerk flirt with you, his mind whirling with thoughts of repetitively stabbing his throat with the claw of his rake before burying his body beneath his garden to use as fertilizer. it’s a miracle that he hasn’t launched at the man by now but stood there trembling with anger, his heart thumping harshly, hearing the word “go” compulsively raid his mind, his hands twitching occasionally yet noticeably as the thoughts became louder …

“that loser doesn’t even go know where go eucalyptus originated. y’know i could tell go you everyth-STAB HIM everything you need to know, y/n. why laugh MINE …it up with this weirdo? go.”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who is an empty threatener. his obsession is primarily threatening to his emotional, physical, and mental health since he wouldn’t harm a fly, not him or his compulsive/intrusive thoughts. he feels a bit belittled when you brush off his outbursts, but nothing but a small smooch should be able to brush it off… for now, at least …

“i’ll kill anyone who even considers you as an existing human being! KILL THEM KILL THEM INSTEAD no one should know that you’re alive but me, i’ll even kill myself because i know you!! so loud, my head…”

“hm, that’s nice to know, sweetheart.”

“sweetheart…no, hush. you’re a bane, y/n. you never take me seriously…sweetheart, sweetheart, sweet heart, my love is sweet to them…”

“and don’t… and you a lie. now c’mon, the apples should be ripe to try.”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who embraces you dotingly, tightly, and longingly, muffling a loud moan into your shirt. his knees were in a gelatinous state, buckling wildly to the point where his weight shifted on top of you. he shoved himself so deep into you to the point it was painful, as if he was forcing his way into what’s beneath your skin. his arousal wasn’t discreet either since he was ‘subtly’ grinding his hips into your leg like a mutt in heat …

“hnngh, y/n? i missed you so much, did you miss me too? please tell me you miss me, i need it…”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! with his face buried deep between your thighs, sucking and slurping you hungrily during your orgasms, seeing as his lips have not detached from you in a second. his own pants were stained with his own cum yet he hasn’t touched himself during the whole process, but solely examined your expressions as they contorted in pleasure and pain. his grasp around your thighs was hopeful and voracious. to think that someone like him would have such a hold, let alone coy look …

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry! it’ll be over soon, just one more for me, okay? just give me two more and i’ll love you harder…just five more…a few more than that, please?…sencha, you idiot…”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who is easy to please pt. two. he’ll take whatever you would give him sexually, even if it’s for your sadistic pleasure. he completely understands since he wants to see you in every scenario, so it only turns him on immensely that you love him so much to do such. he just wants to be useful for you, thrusting his sticky hips against you, his cum could be felt through the confinements of his boxers, which was caused by you merely kissing him and caressing his body. he couldn’t even breathe when you touched him so generously …

“please please please tell me you love me again…it’s a bold request and i’m a little messy but i know you can… i just want your love forever and—mmph, floret! your face, just look at me, catch me with your eyes and tell me i’m yours…”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who keeps his emotions limited to the best of his ability, but everything you do gets him so excited! the most ominous desires slip from his mouth instinctively, instinctively to the point where he doesn’t possess the mental awareness to apologize (which, again, you learned to inure) …

“i’ll skin all your friends in order to sew you a nice warm blanket to keep you comfy during the winter…”

“… that’s uh considerate, flower boy, but i’ll stick to the blankets you’ve bought me. they’re very warm, trust me.”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who absolutely trashes his place when you’re gone for too long with little to no explanation. once you came through the door you were greeted by a frantic and apologetic male, his roseated cheeks stained with smeared tears, his hands pricked with bloody rose thorns after destroying his vases out of resentment, and his hair was tousled and a bit damp from sweat. it was hard to be mad despite you being concerned, and what’s worse is that he seemed to calm down immensely when his hands traveled up your shirt, his breathing shaky and irregular as the thorns dragged across your skin …

“take off your shirt. i need your touch, your love, your sweat, embrace me with everything you own… i need your skin infused with mine… we’ll become one big bud of blubbery love, blooming under each other’s needs! you have a heart, don’t you?! can you show me, please? show me that you miss me. tell me that you need me. i can’t take another moment without you!”

© all rights reserved 𝄁︎ sencity. plagiarism will not be tolerated on this blog but addressed and chastised accordingly.

[integrityvictim]

A post-pacifist ask blog. Sometime after Clovers death, and before Frisk falls into the underground. Other ask blogs are free to interact with and encouraged! And also corn yaoi.

portraits of dalv (colored) by Cookie_Studios black and white portraits by violet111

@allied_almond for the yaoi sprites 🥺🥺 Dividers - 𖦶 ⛧

(I have every right to decline your ask if I don't wish to answer it. )

[glissandolight]

〈 • @passingthroughthenorthstar 's next album was going to be.. sci-fi themed..? If Dalv REALLY wanted to be honest here, he wasn't a big fan of the sci-fi genre at all, whether if it's music, films, clothes, or even literature.. It just seemed.... 〉

〈 • Dalv snapped out of his distain, he shouldn't let his personal preference get in the way of seeing something that Starlo has clearly been working very hard on. That would be cruel and unprofessional, as another artist too.〉

❝ ..No, no! It's okay, really..! It'll be interesting to see your take on.. this kind of music. I'm having all my expectations high and trusting you that it'll be worth a listen..! Though um, if I may ask.. What did the prisoners even.. do to deserve such a dramatic sentence? We're they overlords? Did they betray someone and got their karma? Are the aliens not even real and they're just manifestations of all the grief and regret they've built up over the years in prison and are only physical in their mind? ❞ 〈 • Dalv.... what???? 〉

[aamaranthiine]

An absolutely delightful commission from @namaeekaki whom I cannot sing praises for enough. Thank you for drawing this for me!! Dedicated to Rhea @seaoftales because I love Mihawk and Amalthea to the ends of the earth now. I'm not sorry that Mihawk's gf is a little feral and will hide behind him to avoid consequences and subsequently act like she did no wrong. This is a paid commission, you can like and reblog but do not post this anywhere else and do not remove credits.

[deceiverdalv]

✰ 𓇻 ✶ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞⋆｡°✩ ART BY COMYET_ANI

⁑ Based off of sciencestarlo's AU, where he writes letter to Sci! Starlo after the integrity incident. Dalv was like in a famous band called "garlic bomb", as the guitarist and additional singer (with a solo career to as a jazz singer/artist). But when the integrity attack happened, he used too much of his powers It gave him a electrical overload and it would hurt his own body, (like a body shock) leaving a scar on his cheek. And now, hes in the ruins, isolated and just didn't tell anyone where he was, so he'd be "missing". Only Sci! Starlo would know. - He does come out a bit more often than og dalv so he's kinda a bit more happier. ⁂ blogs timeline will depend on the ask until further notice.

[meetingat12]

𖢈 𖤥 𖧽 𖨜 𖥏

† 𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎! 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘎 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘕 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘒 𝘛𝘖𝘗𝘐𝘊𝘚 𝘚𝘜𝘊𝘏 𝘈𝘚 𝘋𝘌𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘐𝘗𝘛𝘐𝘝𝘌 𝘎𝘖𝘙𝘌, 𝘔𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘋𝘙𝘜𝘎𝘚, 𝘗𝘚𝘠𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘐𝘊𝘈𝘓 𝘏𝘖𝘙𝘙𝘖𝘙, 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘜𝘊𝘏 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚. 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘝𝘌 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘐𝘚 𝘈𝘋𝘝𝘐𝘚𝘌𝘋. 𐕣

: ̗̀➭ ART BY COMYET_ANI ➭ Secretary to Vigilante Starlo. (AU). Dalv's personality within this blog AU is the same as canon, albeit add in cautious anxiety and slight jitters to the vampire. He's often the one who handles case files for Starlo, bringing him lunch if he ever orders from a restaurant, accompanying him to meetings or even crime scene investigations. Everything an investigator needs for a top of the line assistant. While the two don't often talk much, Dalv does share a concern and care for Starlo who is constantly working other than socializing and taking care of himself. There is even rumors of Dalv having a crush, but work often disapproves that rumor completely. Nonetheless, Dalv is reliable when working with Starlo, and even while not shown, Starlo cares for Dalv's wellbeing as well. ➭ ALL OF DALV'S DIOLOGUE WILL BE COLORED DEEP PERIWINKLE ↴

: ̗̀➭ Other ask blogs are free to interact with and encouraged!

: ̗̀➭ Corn Yaoi expected to be slow burn.

[bloodcoin]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➠ ART BY COMYET_ANI ➠ ARCADE AU. SEPARATE DALV. ➠ Clover hasn't fallen in the Underground yet and or he hasn't met them. ➠ Other ask blogs are free to interact with and encouraged!

➠ Living in the dunes with Pops, he's really only going outside to play Arcade games. To him, it's his second home. (And he's incredibly good at them too!) His favorite being Tetris.

➠ ALL OF DALV'S DIOLOGUE WILL BE COLORED NEON. ↴

➠ He wears a black hoodie with a bunch of colorful patterns on it, similar to an arcade floor. (His hood even has little holes that he can stick his horn through!) ➠ (Along with the back of the hood have bat wings attached to them! ..They don't work though, it's just part of the hoodie. ) ➠ He always has his headphones around his neck, because he can't actually wear them, horn issue lol. And yes it's INCREDIBLY hot when hes outside, good thing the Arcade has a cooler.

𖣒 𖦐 𖣘 𖤗 𖤧 𖣩 𓂀 🀢 ⛐

[eclipticis]

origins. / @caduceusnocassandra

❝ The human desire to hope is a strange one. ❞ Hades said as he frowned at her. Hades can recall Athena telling him something along the same lines whenever they confronted each other. Even love was fickle—why hold onto concepts that will invite suffering and uncertainty at all?

❝ Hope invites disappointment, and disappointment to resentment. Why do you cling to such fickle desires so desperately? Is it because you serve Asclepius? ❞

[theonxepialos]

starter for @hiddenbrynn.

where: brewed awakening.

when: present time.

note: establishing zee connect.

Rumors had been consistently floating through the bazaar, throughout the prominent underbelly of Lysara. Each region had its places, the vestiges of darkness tucked away under the sprawling cities; one merely had to know where to look. Devils, monsters, corrupt individuals of any brood; Theon had come to Eterna on the ideal that he'd swiftly find forces to overthrow the Vanguard and take back all they'd took from him. Perhaps it'd been a case of cold feet, perhaps -worse- it'd been Theon adapting to this new identity. Abyssal creature, cubi tethered to drought and misfortune; what good would it do to try and reverse all that had been done. It wouldn't dilute the contamination upon his soul, it'd not salvage him from an inevitable when the Dark One came calling, which they always would.

An alehouse resided on the middle plane of morality; he'd witnessed plenty of questionable meetings shrouded by the obscured lowlight of the alehouse. Throughout everything, Theon had figured he'd been better at shrouding his own identity; Prince Leander had turned out to be something of an ally. All those years ago he'd helped Theon, at the beginning of his tribulations, find safe ground in Lysara; it would have cost the prince nothing to betray Theon and use his identity against him, but he'd kept his secret and that was worth its weight in gold.

People often learned to keep to themselves, Theon included, and over the years his paranoia of being discovered had waned. He'd been astute at assessing when something could turn to his favor, proficient at learning the advantages of being something monstrous, shapeshifting amongst them. He gave the apparition of Alcides, the fallen heir, something that bore a faint resemblance rather than something striking; as if it was an inside joke humorous only to the cubi. None seemed the wiser, none seemed to care, especially as years passed on and the Vanguard, with their Divine upon the Astorian throne, grew stronger. There was no coming back from the brink for Alcides de Contreras, but Theon Epialos could find something bittersweet shelved within the broken pieces. It was the little things, after all.

Yet, sometimes, the past often had its way of slinking forth, a dastardly nudge that always had his lip curling at all the times he'd frozen in some powerless facade when he should have been garnering allies for a mutiny of his own against those that had taken everything.

"You've still got almost an hour until your last call," mumbled out distractedly, Theon's pulled from his thoughts as they come into his peripheral; he never made a habit to frequent a place consistently but the alehouse seemed to be the in between when it came to Eterna and its opportunities. The cubi bristled somewhat visibly as Brynn, as he'd learned over the past few weeks, sat across from him.

[filmdesque]

( i might go on a lil unfollowing spree in a bit so like if you'd like to remain mutuals!! )

[ridesplague]

tag drop !

[astrakofe]

tag drop !

[integrityvictim]

╭──────────.★..─╮

★ ➤ He jumps Dalv and pretty much hugs him tightly. What will you do now, HUHHHH?

╰─..★.──────────╯

╔.៚. .═════════════════╗ 〈 • Hug him back with TWICE as much love to share! Hah! 〉

╚═════════════════. .៚.╝

[glissandolight]

It had been, what? a few hours at least since Starlo was supposed to touch down back home? He's been gone for a while, and he hadn't called just yet...

Did something happen to him? Hopefully nothing bad.

DING!

The doorbell rang, and when Dalv opened it... he was greeted with a breathtaking sight.

Starlo was standing right there, holding a food container and a bundle of flowers in both hands, his tail dragging his luggage case behind him.

"I'm back, Moonpie!"

– 🌟 (@passingthroughthenorthstar)

[aamaranthiine]

( @phoenixbxrn cont. from here )

He isnt the first one to not hear her approach. Elusiveness woven into the very atoms of her person, how she could vanish when no longer in direct sight. Even now she thinks of disappearing, fearing she had said too much in that one brief question. It felt like a secret within a secret, one she ought not utter twice. But never had Amalthea considered she'd chance across the Phoenix, not with how vast the world is and how aimless she wandered seas and islands and continents.

Yet, despite rumor and stories and even seeing bounty posters off and on.. She'd not had the courage to seek him out actively. The not knowing, the ignorance, felt safer than its counterpart.

She watches him with wide, wary eyes and then hurriedly looks away. "Ah, I," words were not often so challenging for her but now they fumbled off her tongue. Was knowing worth sharing a secret she guarded for so many centuries? For so many more to pass? Maybe it was worth taking a leap of faith this time.

"You ate a mythical zoan fruit too," a quiet statement, the words almost fragile. "There's not a whole lot of them in the world." And as far as Thea knew, none of them were like her.

[deceiverdalv]

Dear Dalv,

How have things been goin' this week? Mine have been normal and all. Lily chased me around the Steamworks for stealing her oil lemon juice last Friday. I haven't been resting, something..kept me awake. It's been goin' on for weeks now and I can't figure out why. I see..a shadow, HER shadow. It just makes me tremble and feel true fear. I don't know what to do with that.

Anyways, I've sent you a small thing I've built for you, did I tell you that my favourite flowers are lavander? Just like Lily's scent, that's how I keep track of her mischeif. I really..hope you had a nice day, Dalv. I need to go and see you soon..it makes me happy when I think of it. Anyways, this letter is too long.

A Big hug,

@sciencestarlo

✩ ─── 「༻ ☪ ༺」─── ✩

Pops has been excited to have you visit! He's a bit of a nerd science geek himself, though not up to your level of course. As I'm writing this letter he's working on unboxing your gift matter of fact. I told you, you don't need to keep giving me things. I don't know if you're giving me your charity out of pity or to be nice, but I don't have much to give you in return, and it makes me feel horrid! Well- That's not entirely true. I can give you a sneak peak an upcoming song.. But I take that sort of thing doesn't really peak your interest. It's not much, but it's better then nothing, no? That gives me an idea. I'd do it myself, go outside and pick up some Lavender seeds from Snowdin, but just last week I was almost seen by Terabyte and Tearshell. Have you heard of the two before? They're quite the hotshot in Honeydew Resort.. Anyhow anyway, I'm not going to leave the Ruins again for at least another week until commotion calms down in Snowdin. But you can still go outside, and if you wish, you can pick up some Lavander seeds that we can plant all over the Ruins! That's rather corny, isn't it? You don't have to of course, it's just something for us to do during your visit. Unless you already have plans when you visit, then disregard this I suppose. I need to updated my emergency friendship flashcards. They're outdated. Sent from the cosmos and back,

☾ ⋆ ᗪᗩᒪᐯ.