#Aedes Oc

[entomolog-t]

Third promptober promt, Cozy!

Aedes fell asleep mid-feeding- something about being cradled in a warm hand is rather... comforting.

[jnselfshipping]

me: I really love my OC's, and i just want to give them everything nice and let them flourish and realise their goals and-

my brain: make them suffer

me: wHAT? WHY?

my brain: give them so much trauma that they can't enter dark spaces and talk to people without having a panic attack.

[not-a-space-alien]

I'm not sure of this is because I've seen so much of your g/t stuff on my dash (affectionate ofc), but I was thinking about Vampires recently and jt hit me:

Vampires who are borrower sized.

That's why no one knows about or can see them. The 'transform into bats' thing could either be true, they could /ride/ bats (thus giving off the illusion of transformation), or they could just have bat/bat-like wings. Their bites are so small that they just look like regular bug bites. They are pretty much immortal and are known to span several (human) generations. They only come out at night, don't like mirrors, and all of that because they don't like being visible to humans!

I dunno it's a pretty fun take to me, lol.

I also wanted to ask if you have fandom restraints or series/notps, because I was thinking about maybe writing a fic with borrower!Vampires, but it wouldn't be for any of the Fandoms you talk about/reblog for- I just noticed that your g/t reblogs don't always have set Fandoms (or sometimes?? Any fandom?? That I can see at least). Obviously, you don't have to be interested lmao- I don't know if I would ever even write the fic, but... I figured it was worth an ask?

I've also had vampires on the brain just a liiiitle too much recently LOL I'm with you on that one and. I love this idea so much. 👀 Have you, perhaps, seen the phylogenetic tree on my lore dump post that I made for my series?

because

that's how much I like this idea, I already have it planned 🤩

And no you're absolutely right about gt not always having a "fandom," a lot of people make up their own OCs and concepts! I love the creativity. I'm not sure if you've read Watch Your Step, but you're welcome to use the lore and setting for that if you like (I welcome fanfiction of my stuff) but even if you make up your own setting and lore from scratch I would love to read about your funky little borrower vampires, so please tag me if you write and post it! (If you write, like, an AU for a fandom I'm not in for this, I probably won't be able to fully appreciate it but I'll still give it a try :>)

PS I know there's at least one person who has a tiny vampire OC, that's @entomolog-t 's Aedes! :) (Sadly I don't know if they're active anymore)

[clumsiestgiantess]

Creature Studies Art Master Post

Showrunner’s OCs:

AB299

Anthony

AB031

Deus

Inotien

Ento’s OCs:

Aedes

Somerandomdudelmao’s OCs:

Generic alien info

[almightyhamslice]

Insektober day 3: Backstory!

A young Krabo (not quite a Lord then) pays a visit to Doctor Aedes' laboratory, though he's actually only here to see her assistant, Synapse. He is here for a weekly dose of T, which Synapse gives him since Aedes' vision isn't what it used to be.

Aedes is a tiger mosquito! She was ancient, having been lead scientist for several decades. She trained Synapse and Magus in their youth, and was only succeeded by another lead scientist (Magus) after she passed away. She was friendly and humorous, but often times a little too playful and liked to mess with the other Kruds. She was very meticulous about her work, but a lot of her patients feared she was a quack. If she were still alive she'd tell you it was all nonsense!

Krabo headcanon/overanalysis under the cut???

Regarding Krabo, he has a funky relationship with gender to say the least. Krud society is not outright hostile towards transgender Kruds, nor is there anything explicitly stated in Krud dogma that would cause your average Krud to be dismissive of transgenderism, but Krabo still feels the need to hide this facet of himself in front of his peers, other than Synapse and the doctors. I think whether or not Krabo wants to admit it, Krud society does often punish those who stray from conformity, and he's afraid because to transition would be "non-conformist" of him. He often goes through old documents about himself and forges them to reflect his current self, to keep commoners from finding out his "secret". Synapse and Kurkulie have reminded him time and again that it's not as big a deal as he makes it out to be, but I think Krabo won't feel truly comfortable until he resolves his inner turmoil and self hatred. He's... kind of a mess?

Anyways this isn't like canon to the show or anything its just smth I thought of cuz I couldnt figure out what type of cockroach he was when I watched the show LOL. I thought he could be a dubia cockroach since they don't fly or climb and they're very round. Thing with that is, the males still have prominent wings n the females only have wing stubs. Krabo had stubby wings in Insektors: The Making Of, so that gave me the idea that he might've removed them on purpose!

If you recall my Trans Day of Visibility drawings featuring Insektors characters and OCs, you might remember I drew Krabo on there but I didn't color him in! That's because, unlike Kaboche, he's stealth. He's generally pretty uncomfortable with others knowing he's trans. There is actually 1 other trans insektors character I haven't gone in depth with yet, but... thats for a similar yet different reason. It's difficult! I want to reveal who it is but their identity is so tied to a story arc in my rewrite that I think it'd be a huge spoiler! Wtf do I do there... write the damn rewrite I guess LOL.

[jakkutieee]

ouch

[ratcatcher0325]

Nobody’s Fool (Chapter #12)

Chapter 12! Woo hoo! Penn ponders his existence in a pink bathtub. I don’t know… He’s hungover, give him a break! Also, the tiny vampire reference in this is an unashamed shout out to @entomolog-t and their OC Aedes! I love that little bloodsucker!

Previous: Chapter #11

Next: Chapter #13

CW: Adult language, dehumanization, references to abuse, mild non-sexual nudity

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NOBODY’S FOOL

Chapter #12: Just Under the Surface

[Penn’s POV]

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What. The. Fuck. Happened? I felt like I’d been hit by a train when I awoke. I’d been having the time of my life and now… I felt like complete and utter shit. I mean, I knew there’d be a price to pay for all that kicking, dancing and bouncing around given that I was still pretty beat up. But this felt different. This awful throbbing in my head, my gut felt rent to pieces… if I didn’t know better this felt like a massive hangover. Had I gotten that drunk?? I was buzzed throughout the night, sure… but I didn’t remember getting drunk. Shit. Did I black out? Oh no. Oh, god, how embarrassing!! I racked my brain trying to remember…. The last thing I recalled was taking that photo as a group, Jack and the band…. And then… nothing.

I didn’t remember how we got home. How I got into these pajamas, how I ended up wrapped in Eveline’s fingers. Her warm breath cascading down on me in slow rhythms. I realized, embarrassed, that she must’ve changed my clothes for me. My face flushed hot. What else had I said or done to make myself look like an idiot? What a shitty way to fuck up an amazing night! I rolled over, trying to get myself to go back to sleep, when I felt her murmur and shift, her grey green eyes opening, looking down at me. “Hey, little man…” she mumbled, half asleep. She rubbed my hair with her finger tip. “How ya feeling?” I moaned. “That bad huh?”

I nodded my head up and down, sticking out my lower lip. She couldn’t help laughing at my sorry state, “Awwww, poor little baby! You seem a lot more sober now, though, so that’s good!” Ugh! I smacked my face with my hands hiding my eyes. “Oh! Oh don’t be embarrassed! You were absolutely fucking adorable!!” I groaned. “You were! You kept stumbling all over yourself and telling everyone how much you liked them!” I groaned even louder. “Ha! You even told Riley, because you didn’t realize I was right behind you that you thought I had pretty eyes…” Oh god! That was actually bad. My face stung with red hot embarrassment. She didn’t need to know that I practically fell into the turbulent tidal waves that were her irises every time I looked at them. “Penn? You alright?”

I’d been quiet for too long. I pulled my hands away from my face, looking up at her. “I don’t remember any of that. I must’ve blacked out. How embarrassing!”

She chuckled at me as I rolled over, “Hey you’re just lucky Dani decided to be nice and not film the whole thing on her phone!” I groaned at top volume. “Whatever, sour puss, you didn’t do anything too egregious and you were fabulous the rest of the night. We were all so proud of you.”

I rolled back to face her, shoving at her fingers that encircled my body, “Nuh, uh! You’re just saying that so I’ll stop bitching about it!”

As I shoved at the flesh of her hand, unable to move it at all, she giggled, “Oh you lookin for a fight, little man? You wanna fight me this morning?” She tickled me up and down my rib cage making me burst into laughter, despite my sore body and pounding head. Then with the greatest of ease she pinned each of my flailing arms down above my head with just her fingertips, “Go ahead, fight me! What’re you just laying there for??” I squirmed and writhed.

“No fair! No fair! Time out, time out!” Damn, she was strong, even when she was just playing with me. She let go immediately, replacing the pressure of her fingers with her soft, warm lips on my head. Her touch, so soothing and enveloping helped ease my headache for just a fleeting moment. I closed my eyes and breathed in her scent that surrounded me as deeply as my little lungs would let me.

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I wasn’t as insane about it as Dani, but I loved giving him little kisses. It felt sweet and I hoped it did something to counteract all the abuse he’d experienced before. I wanted him to know some humans could be tender, sweet, gentle. Given his drunken confessions last night, I felt more confident than ever that the message was being delivered. When I pulled my lips away, his eyes were closed as he took a deep breath, a smile on his face. Cute boy.

“You wanna stay here and rest for a bit? I’ve got some illustrations I have to get working on, but I can do that in the living room.” Keeping his eyes closed he nodded his head. “Okay, little man, you sleep off all that alcohol poisoning and feel better, okay? Doctor’s orders!” He couldn’t help the smile playing on his lips. “Good boy. I’ll come check on you in a few hours.” He rolled over curling up as I placed the covers over him.

I padded off to the living room, leaving my door cracked open. After brewing some earl grey with honey for myself, I settled into my usual spot on the couch and grabbed my sketchbook. I had meant to flip straight to my drafts for my latest project, but accidentally flipped to the page where dozens of little Penns peered out at me in graphite lines. I traced my finger over these, some of them about true to life in size. He looked so little. So beside himself with fear. I just remembered how his whole body trembled at practically every new sound or movement. It was hard to imagine the man asleep in the next room was the same as the one shown here. My, how you’ve come into your own, with just a little love and encouragement!

I flipped back to my drafts, and kept working on character designs. As I sketched and re-sketched face shapes, eye placements, proportions, trying to get the right feel for this particular client’s children’s book, I found that every reworking of the little prince character turned more and more into looking like Penn. His mop of hair, his sweet brown eyes…. I couldn’t help smiling to myself. Maybe, with the client’s approval, this character could be a nod to the wonderful tiny man who’d come to shake up my life. I worked for the next few hours, transferring my initial paper sketches to my digital studio. At my desk with my full kit and wide state-of-the-art monitor, these cartoon-y drawings really started to come to life. I had a background in anatomical realism, and that was my preferred style, but that didn’t always pay the bills… illustrations for books, however…. After about three and a half hours had passed, I slipped quietly back into my darkened bedroom.

Peering over the bed, I found a sleeping pet, breath heavy, brow relaxed, lips slightly parted. I wished I’d brought my sketchbook in here now. I wanted to capture this sweet moment. I reached out to lightly stroke his head when he whipped around and growled. I jumped! “Ha ha! Gotcha!!! I heard you crack open the door…” he had a huge, satisfied grin on his face. For once, he’d managed to frighten a human! “Ooh, you totally got me! Just you wait, I’ll get you back for this! When you least expect it!” I winked, sliding on to the bed, propping myself up by my elbows. “How’s the headache treating you?” He had slid up to sitting now, his back resting against my pillow. As I asked, I started to massage his scalp with my fingers, rubbing his temples and across the crown of his head.

He shivered with pleasure. Groaning, “Mmmm, well it feels great right now… do me a favor and just do that forever, okay? Ooh!! That feels amazing!” I loved having my head rubbed like that. I’m glad he enjoyed it too. He kept leaning into the pressure I was applying like a cat, begging for more pets. “My head feels okay. Not 100% but much better.”

I was relieved, “Good. Glad we didn’t accidentally kill you after your first night on the town!” I winked and he chuckled.

“Who knows where I might’ve ended up right now if that girl and her mom had kidnapped me, instead, right?” Where indeed? Hopefully not crumpled up at the bottom of a trash can.

“You wanna come out into the light or stay in here like a good little vampire?” I rested a finger on his chest.

“Oh! Vampire you say? I’d be a very tiny vampire! That would actually make me pretty good at my job! I could sneak up on unsuspecting humans and…” he reeled back and then bit me! He sunk his little teeth into the pad of my finger. I yelped, pulling away.

He laughed hysterically. I was more surprised than in pain, as I looked at the tiny impression of his mouth on my skin, he hadn’t drawn blood or anything. “Look at that! Look how little your teeth are… awwww my teeny tiny vampire… so cute!!!” I pinched his cheeks between my fingers. He laughed right along with me. “C’mon, it’s time to rise and shine, little guy.” He nodded, agreeing, as I picked him up. Seeing his unkempt hangover hair, I remembered I needed to bathe him. “Hey, don’t take this the wrong way, but I think this little pet needs a bath… like now…” I lifted him to my nose, wrinkling it, pretending he stunk.

“Woah, hey! It’s not my fault you thought it would be a good idea to bring me to a packed bar full of drunken, sweaty humans… their nasty stench probably rubbed off on me!” Rolling my eyes, I carried him in to the bathroom, running warm water for his bath.

As I leaned over the bowl of the sink, I had a thought. “You know… I guess you’re more than capable of bathing yourself…. I don’t know why I felt like I had to do it for you… I guess because you were still so cold and hurt that first time… but I don’t want you to feel like I’m treating you like a baby… you want me to give you some privacy?” He looked stunned. He’d probably never ever had the chance to clean himself. He’d probably accepted it as a fact that every time he needed to be cleaned up, he’d be robbed of all his dignity and poked and prodded by giant fingers. “Here….” I filled the bowl up enough to cover him, but where he could easily sit or lie down and not have to tread water. I made sure it had plenty of suds before placing some shampoo, conditioner and body wash in bottle caps, which floated in the water like bath toys for him to use. He’d have to strip and I’d have to pick him up and place him in the water, but that was it. He did so and I picked him up under his arms, lowering him gently into the soapy water, I cast my eyes away from his naked body, trying to give him some shred of dignity.

“All set?” He replied in the affirmative. “Okay, just shout when you’re done and I’ll come help you out of there…. Enjoy your bath!”

As I crossed to the door, his voice sounded again, “Eveline?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for working so hard to treat me with respect and decency. You have no idea what it means to me…”

I bit my lip, “You’re welcome, sweet boy. I know you’d do the same for me…” with that, I stepped away from the bathroom.

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I laid back in the water, the heat an absolute gift to my aching body. It was so quiet. The only sounds were the lapping of the water against the frosted pink sides of the bowl, as well as the distant hum of the air conditioner as it kicked on. Other than that it was just me and my thoughts. Alone. Private. Space to breathe. Space to look at myself. She’d been trying not to stare at me naked, which was very generous of her, but she and I had both forgotten about the bandaids I had on. Now soaking in the water, they felt like strange scratchy patches of skin that had been grafted on to my body. I didn’t really get much of a chance to look at myself, or think about myself as a thing that took up space, however small. Everyone else practically made it their job to comment on and observe my body, my movements, my size. But sitting here comfortably, all to myself, I lifted my arms, wiggling my fingers, watching the muscles of my abdomen bulge as I sat up, rolling my ankles and watching my thighs and calves flex and relax. I pushed my wet hair from my eyes. All in all, I had a nice body. When not compared to a human’s gigantic features, I looked proportional, well built, an attractive specimen. My hands, my feet, my face, didn’t seem so pathetically tiny to me, as I was so often told. It was just everyone else that was so freakishly big.

I leaned back into the warm water, lathering up my hair with shampoo. I chuckled that at a little over thirty years old, this was the first time, I, a fully grown adult, was washing my own hair. It felt strange to have fingers proportional to my skull digging into my scalp rather than one or two massive ones. Thank you, Eveline, for giving me the gift of privacy… it was so nice to do things for myself. I loved the way the shampoo smelled, strong and floral, as I rubbed it in.

I remembered back to that first night, I was wracked with fear, caked in dirt, ice and my own blood, when she had been cleaning me with her fingers and pouring water over my head. Each time she did so, I kept waiting to be cruelly dunked under the water and drowned. I was such a skittish little thing back then, having been so used to alertness and an over-abundance of caution being my only tools to survival in a world that could kill me as easily as swatting a fly.

Things were so much better now than then. Images flashed through my mind of last night’s euphoric magic. Humans. Cheering. Sweat. My aching hands as I played as fast and hard as I could. Heart pounding. Voice soaring. Being a part of something. Wowing them all with that one classic rock riff. Pictures, so many pictures. Drinks. Rowdy crowd. Picked up. Put down. My soul leaving my body to relish in the happiest night of my whole existence. I started to whistle to myself as I washed my body and rinsed my hair. What a lucky pet I was…

I soaked in the water for a bit longer when I heard a soft knock at the door. “Hey… how we doing in here?”

I sat up, ringing out my hair, “Good. This felt amazing, thank you. I’m ready to get out, now.” A hand appeared over the lip of the bowl, descending down. I climbed on, soaking wet, and now a little cold. Still looking away, she handed me a towel to wrap myself in. I snuggled up in it until only my head was showing.

“You can look now… I’m all decent…” I chuckled. How weird. No one had ever respected my privacy when it came to my naked body before. It was becoming increasingly obvious that Eveline was the best owner a pet could ever dare to dream of.

Those eyes, green like the sea after a storm, greeted me with a sparkle in them. “Hi, snuggle bug…” she beamed. I must’ve looked rather cute all bundled up like that, with just my head popping out.

“I’m a snuggle bug now? You’ve got no end to these nicknames do you?”

She leaned forward and kissed my soaking hair, before whispering in my ear, “Nope, tough shit! You’d better just get used to it!” I groaned dramatically, as if that were just the worst news in the world. “Oh quit your crying!” She played along, finger extended like some hard-lined disciplinarian. I stuck my tongue out in defiance. These games we played, while totally stupid, were one of the things I most looked forward to in this new life I found myself in. There was something about playing with her, consensually, as an equal, safely, that made me feel so much closer to her, empowered, accepted. You couldn’t banter with someone who wasn’t worth your time, after all.

She placed me in my drawer to pick my outfit for the day. I went with something super casual, grey sweat pants and a long sleeve electric blue shirt. Comfy and simple. I clamored up the wall of the drawer, leaning over with the edge digging in under my arm pits, my toes curling as I held myself in place. I waved dramatically, gripping for dear life with one arm, like I was signaling an airplane on where to land. “Hey! All done over here!”

She stopped tidying her bed as she heard me call. “Look at you, Spider-Man! How’d you crawl up there?” She leaned down putting her hands on her knees as she dropped to look into my eyes. “Let’s see the fashion choices for today!” She gripped the back of my shirt with her fingers and lifted me up, my bare feet kicking at the air between us in a half-assed protest. “Ahh, very chic, comfy casual today, I see! Very nice!” With a easy flick of her wrist, she swung my body over onto her palm, before leaning in, and planting a kiss right on my stomach. My heart stopped as the heat from her soft lips pressed down on my abs, her sweet, hot breath surrounding my whole body. She was so close to me, practically melting into me. My heart thundered in my chest.

This was like the previous morning when she’d bitten into the edge of my shirt, pulling in as close as she could to me. Now, just like then, my face flushed red as I tried desperately to deny what I could feel was happening to me. Arousal. It was wrong. So so wrong. I knew that. A pathetic little toy for humans to toss around until they broke, to be attracted to a human woman…. It was simply off limits. Sure it wasn’t completely unheard of, especially not in porn… but it was still wildly unacceptable. I knit my brow, wishing with every fiber of my being for this feeling to disappear. I wished she wouldn’t linger over my body. Just go away, please! She released me, finally, after what felt like a lifetime of agony.

“I’m sorry, I got too close again didn’t I?” She frowned, clearly disappointed. “You’ve made so much progress that I forget you can still be afraid of me at all. I’m sorry little guy, I didn’t mean to be a big scary monster…”

She thought she was frightening me… if only she knew the truth! I was frightening myself! I just shook my head, staring at the surface of her palm like my life depended on it. There was an uncomfortable silence. She finally broke it, “I… I made lunch? You want something to eat?”

[a-sweet-pea]

Demon Slayer Drabble

When you’re in love with a new anime but you don’t have the mental fortitude to commit to writing a whole-ass story

Please enjoy this fast-food fanfic

Seriously, it’s the McDonalds french fries of writing

CW - Blood, Mention of Violence

- Tanjiro and Zenitsu are tag-teaming on a mission

- They get into a battle with a pretty strong demon (not a Kizuki or nothing, but something with a tricky Blood Demon Art they haven’t encountered before)

- They defeat it, but Zenitsu is wounded in the battle so they stop at an inn so he can rest

- Tanjiro wakes up in the night

- He smells blood

- He draws his sword and follows the scent down the hall

- There’s a demon in Zenitsu’s room, but the smell is strange; it doesn’t smell like the demon has ever devoured anyone. Maybe it is freshly turned?

- Not only that, but there’s a stink of fear coming from it

- He can’t see anything at first; maybe it’s invisible?

- No, there next to Zenitsu’s arm, a creature 6 inches tall bares its sharp teeth

- Blood Demon Art - Aedes Aegypti

- Tanjiro reaches down and grabs it before it can bite Zenitsu, and, startled, it bites down hard on Tanjiro’s finger, but the bite doesn’t hurt

- The demon releases the bite immediately and looks up startled

- It catches a glimpse of the sword in Tanjiro’s hand and its pale face goes even paler

- “D-demon Slayer...”

- Tanjiro holds its body in a firm grip, it’s arms are pinned to its sides

- Tears stream down it’s face; its not an act, it absolutely reeks of terror

- “You haven’t devoured a single human. How are you still alive?”

- tinydemon.exe is not responding, only sad crying

- Tanjiro walks back to his room, his grip loosening ever so slightly

- Lil demon has been demoning for about fifty years

- Don’t ask how she got turned, it doesn’t matter and I’m not going to bother coming up with how, I just know it wasn’t Kibutsugi and she got small when she turned

- She’s been sneaking around at night, feeding from sleeping people, and her Blood Demon Art makes the bites numb so she doesn’t wake people up

- Even though she doesn’t kill people, she can’t blend in with humans like Lady Tamayo can, so she’s super lonely

- And she’s terrified of running into other demons because they are all so much stronger than she is

- And she was caught by one in the past that liked to amuse himself by pulling her limbs off, and then letting her feed on his prey before he ate them, just enough so she could regenerate them again

- But the only thing that sccares her more than other demons

- Is Demon SLAYERS

- Tanjiro gets back to his room and opens his hand so the demon is just sitting in it

- It’s a girl; her hair is dark like Nezuko’s, but it’s straight, and it fades to blood red at the ends

- She’s wearing a makeshift kimono sewn from silk scraps, the sky blue color of Urokodaki’s jinbei kimono

- “Is it blood? Is that it? You drink blood, and that way you don’t have to eat anyone.”

- Sad nodding.

- “Do you have a name?”

- More crying.

- “P-please, just make it quick. I-I don’t want to be in pain.”

- “I’m not going to hurt you.”

- *Press X to doubt*

- Tanjiro opens the chest and Nezuko climbs out

- “My sister is a demon. She’s like you. She doesn’t kill people.”

- Nezuko walks over and stares for a second

- Then she just gives the demon litlle head pats like

- Yes, of course, this is my sister and I love her

- And Lil demon is just so confused and overwhelmed

- And she tells Tanjiro about the demon that hurt her

- And how lonely she’s been

- And Tanjiro’s just like

- MUST PROTECC.

- I guess I have TWO demon sisters now

- And that’s FINE

- And he’s like ‘Come with us, we can make sure nobody hurts you, demons or slayers.”

- And holds out the finger that she bit like “You hungry?”

- And she’s all shy like “Well, yeah, but I don’t want to-”

- And Tanjiro just laughs like ‘Dude, Inosuke headbutted me three times yesterday, this is nothing.’

- So she has a lil snack, but she keeps looking up at him like ‘are you sure this is okay’ like that one video of the slow loris taking the rice ball

- And when she’s done, she’s just so overwhelmed from the stress and adrenaline she zonks out

- And Tanjiro hands her to Nezuko and they just have a lovely sister snuggle nap

- In the morning, they get up to go

- Zenitsu is itching a bite on his shoulder like “I think this place has bedbugs.”

- And Tanjiro is like “About that...”

- And he pulls him into a dark closet and pulls the little demon woman out of his pocket

- And Zenitsu FREAKS

- He’s just like “HOLY SHIT A DEMON, Don’t let it hurt me!”

- Tanjiro is like “She’s six inches tall, man, calm down. Besides, she’s like Nezuko, she doesn’t eat people. She just drinks a little bit of blood. As a treat.”

- Zenitsu calms down and crouches down to stare at her and then he just starts pouting

- “What’s wrong?”

- “Seriously dude, you have two beautiful demon women following you around now?”

- Little demon blushes. “You think I’m beautiful?”

- “DUH, you’re GORGEOUS.”

- Tanjiro grabs Zenitsu’s hand and places the demon in it.

- “I have to protexct Nezuko. Can you keep her safe?”

- Zenitsuhearteyes.jpg

- Demon can’t remember her human name so Zenitsu calls her Hiina

- Hiina means “cute little thing”

- And she is really flinchy about her arms and legs being touched

- So instead of picking her up, Zenitsu just lets her climb up him to get places

- Like a lil spider monkey

- And when there’s battles, Zenitsu is like ‘Must protect beautiful sister Nezuko’ and ‘Must protect precious darling Hiina’

- And he gets so stressed out he faints and goes full Lightning Protector Of Beautiful Women mode

- I know I should have written this as a full fic, but I wouldn’t have ever finished it, so this is better than nothing right?

- And the idea made me so happy

- that I had to just get it out and share it

-And now I have a tiny demon OC, so that’s fun

BONUS AUTHOR’s NOTE

@entomolog-t saying they’re going to name their tiny vampire Aedes even though it’s so obvious

Asweetpea wonders what’s so obvious about it

Is there some cool mythological greek vampire I’m forgetting about?

Probably

Asweetpea, a few days later, binging Demon Slayer and coming up with the idea for a lil demon that only bites humans, doesn’t devour them

WRITING FURIOUSLY

They need a Blood Demon Art that would numb the bites they give to humans so they don’t wake up

Googles the name of the anesthetic protein that mosquitos have in their saliva

SONOFA-

@entomolog-t, I promise I was not trying to copy you

It’s not my fault that a tiny demon that feeds on blood is very similar to a tiny vampire

I made mine a lady, okay?

[secret-engima]

Snippet from Blood of My Blood verse

(Tagging @a-world-in-grey for this because Noctis is interacting primarily with her Council/Council successor OCs in this scene and I want to see if I’ve done them okay.)

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     Noctis could feel people watching him with varying levels of discretion as the first course was brought out. Some of them did an admirable job of masking it behind conversation with the person seated next to them, while others —like Aedes Memini, the future Lord of Education a few seats to Noctis’s right— stared at him without even trying to hide it. The first course was brought out, something very light and small, which was good, because Noctis’s stomach wasn’t up to eating full, heavy portions yet and he was going to have to survive the traditional six course meal without getting sick or obviously ignoring his food. The soup was light and mild, and Noctis was grateful that his father had clearly taken his needs into account when having the chefs plan the dinner.

     Everyone took the requisite number of spoonfuls to prove they were “eating” and then the conversation started up again. Mostly about politics, or current affairs in the high social circles, or congratulations on Noctis’s eighteenth birthday —even though technically that was tomorrow and not tonight—, “We are all very relieved over your safe return.” Lord Veteris —Lord of Foreign Affairs on his father’s council, a cautious man but not unwise— said, “We feared at one point that you would never be found.”

     “It was a long road home,” Noctis replied neutrally, “but I am glad to be back.”

     Lady Operis, the future successor to the seat of Lord of Health, interrupted with all the characteristic tactlessness of her family, “How has your health been since your return? You are recovering well?”

     Ignis smoothly inserted himself into the conversation with a prim, “The Citadel doctors are the finest of the country, and they have deemed His Highness to be in fine health.” Lady Operis and her father, the current Lord of Health, both looked unsatisfied with the vague answer. They were both very dedicated to the medical field and he didn’t doubt that they, like everyone else, wanted to know the details of his health and recovery —if for far more sincere reasons than most—. But they could hardly press further without casting doubts on the doctors Lord Operis himself had approved for the Citadel, so for the moment they let it slide. Noctis didn’t bother to add any comments. No one here needed to know that the while doctors had declared his health to be “vastly improved” that hardly made him “fine”. He was still struggling to get back all his lost weight, he had far more scars than they would like, and Ignis was making it a personal crusade to slowly work Noctis’s appetite back up to full meals.

     And none of that was touching on his mental health.

     Aedes Memini leaned forward slightly to see around Noctis’s Retinue, “It must have been so difficult for you out there. All the monsters and daemons. How did you make it to the outpost Marshal Leonis found you in?”

     Cor stiffened faintly, but Noctis just took another slow sip of his soup and said, “There was a lot of walking involved.”

     “The citizens of Lucis refused to help you?” The question came from Lord Egestas of Finance, a very faint frown on his face that Noctis thought came more from the thought of someone of Noctis’s status being “denied” aid by those of a lesser class than out of concern —Noctis did not have a good view of Lord Egestas and he knew it, he had been … not friends, but well-acquainted with his daughter Copia and she had opinions on her father—.

     Noctis chose to take a sip of his drink rather than risk filling up too much on soup, “They were very helpful when I asked for it. But hitchhiking will only get you so far.”

     There was a ripple across the table, a faltering in the conversations that others were pretending to have as they all registered their Crown Prince admitting to hitchhiking. Noctis wanted to laugh at their hidden surprise and disdain, like accepting a ride from a stranger passing by was somehow demeaning. Dangerous, yeah sometimes, but demeaning? Hardly. Everyone fell on hard times at some point out there and most people were understanding of it. Instead of laughing, he nudged the topic of his own health and circumstances aside for the moment by addressing Lady Aequum, the Lord of Justice, “I have heard that there is a new case being brought before the high courts that has caught your personal attention. Markos versus Elpenor?”

     Lady Aequum nodded, brisk and emphatic, and was more than happy to discuss some of the details. Not many, since talking about criminal cases was not generally considered “polite conversation”, but the woman had more than earned her title over the years with her passion for seeing justice done and it showed. Topic drifted again, thankfully steering away from him as the second course came and went.

     They were on the third course when the topic finally came back to something Noctis personally cared about, “Prompto Argentum, wasn’t it?” Speravi Veteris asked with a faint flick of her elaborate braids, “I’m afraid I am unfamiliar with the name Argentum. Is your father a … viscount?”

     Prompto grinned at her and while on the surface it was another one of his sunshine smiles, Noctis could tell it was actually all teeth, “Oh no, my family aren’t nobility. I live in one of the middle class residential districts.”

     Several nearby conversations stopped and Noctis felt his magic start to bristle at the brief look of disdain that crossed Lord Egestas’s face. His daughter, Copia, seemed to catch the look too, because she immediately leaned forward with a too-sharp smile, “Truly? How interesting. This must all seem rather extravagant to you then.”

     Prompto’s actually seemed to perk up at addressing Copia, something old-remembering-grudgingly-fond flickering in his eyes and Noctis wondered if Copia had survived at least part of the Long Night and gotten to know Prompto, “A little bit, yeah. Mostly just the cutlery through, Ignis has been teaching me all about events like this, but I’m still not sold on the necessity of six forks just for one meal.”

     Several of the younger members at the table smothered laughter, and Noctis saw Cor hide a smile behind his wine glass. Aedes spoke up again, “How did you meet His Highness?”

     Prompto shrugged, easy and seemingly totally relaxed, “I got lost while on a tour of the Citadel. I ran into Prince Noctis while I was trying to find my way back and we hit it off.”

     “Just like that? And you went on to become the Heart of his Retinue?” Noctis suppressed a growl at the incredulity of the younger Lord Patriori.

     Prompto kept his smile in place as the third course was finally taken away and the fourth brought out —only two more after this to go, Noctis could do this … maybe—, “Kinda!”

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Biomed Grid | Range Expansion of Insect Vectors due to Climate Change

Opinion

The United Nations Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change [IPCC] has attributed 1 oC of global warming since the Industrial Revolution to anthropogenic causes, 0.5oC of which occurred since the 1970s. The IPCC also projects that the world is likely to be an additional 1.5oC hotter in just a few decades given the current rate of greenhouse gas emissions [1] . Above a 2oC increase in mean global temperatures, the results will be catastrophic and likely irreversible [2] . The increase in global temperatures will cause natural disasters to become more frequent and severe, ecosystems to be destroyed, and forever alter the climate of certain regions around the globe [3, 4, [5, 6]. An oft-overlooked consequence of a warmer planet is the range expansion of many insect vectors and, more importantly, their plethora of associated diseases. Many diseases will become more prevalent if global warming continues and breach areas previously considered to be safe from harm. Consider the dramatic effects of increases in the range of the common mosquito, Aedes aegypti, and the Asian tiger mosquito, Aedes albopictus. By the end of this century, almost a billion people will be newly exposed to these mosquitoes and their associated diseases [7] .

Europe, eastern Africa, the United States, and Canada will bear the brunt of this increase in mosquito exposure. The Asian tiger mosquito has already been invading into new areas of the USA, with one study finding that the number of trapping sites positive for the A. albopictus in Connecticut increased from just 1 in 2006 to 936 in 2016 [8] . In the northeastern United States, the number of people under threat from A. albopictus has been projected to double by the close of the century [9] . The silver lining of this rise in mosquito populations is that they may decrease in certain parts of Africa, South America, and southeast Asia which currently have a high prevalence of both types of mosquitoes. However, considering the areas which will still suffer from mosquito-borne diseases, an estimated 3.9 billion people in 120 countries are at risk [10] . Now consider the variety of diseases that can be transmitted by these two types of mosquitoes. Malaria outbreaks, responsible for over 435,000 deaths globally in 2017, are expected to become more prevalent [11] . Models of Zika virus, an arbovirus which causes birth defects and neurological disorders, have predicted its range to shift upwards towards North America [12] .

By 2085, over half of the world’s population will be at risk for Dengue virus and the debilitating fever associated with it [13] . Likewise, Chikungunya viral infections and severe joint pain will harm Chinese, North American, South American, and European populations that previously enjoyed relatively low rates of the disease [14] . Rift valley fever will spread and plague countries north of the Mediterranean and Middle East [15] . Preventative measures for these diseases are limited. Only dengue virus has an approved vaccine with a high efficacy although preliminary tests of vaccines for other viruses are currently underway [16, 17]. The other viruses lack vaccines and therefore present severe threats towards newly exposed populations [18, 19]. For an appreciation of the scale of this problem, consider that mosquitos are only one of many vectors for disease whose range will expand as a result of global warming. Others include kissing bugs for Chagas disease [20], sand flies for Leishmaniasis [21]. Tsetse flies for sleeping sickness [22], and Ixodes ticks for Lyme disease [23]. Beyond viruses carried by insect vectors, others that are likely to become more prevalent include the rabies virus [24] and arenaviruses which spread Lassa fever [25],Range expansions for these vectors may not be explosive and garner much media attention. Nonetheless, they pose significant threats to the well-being of many human beings worldwide. Unfortunately, many developing countries are ill-prepared for outbreaks of these vector-borne diseases. Developing countries have mortality rates from vector-borne diseases that are 300 times greater than those from developed countries [26]. The death toll from the developing world alone would be substantial if the range of insect vectors expands at the current rate. Even in the developed world, public health systems may struggle in the face of new threats to populations. These studies suggest that drastic action must be taken immediately to mitigate the spread of these diseases. Global CO2 emissions must be reduced as quickly as possible through a variety of mechanisms: carbon pricing, investment into cleaner energy and carbon sequestration, moving towards plant-based eating, and sustainable development. Significant research funding must be devoted to developing vaccines and new treatments, especially for populations that will be newly exposed to these diseases.

On a smaller scale, individuals can voice their concerns to their local representatives and pressure them to sponsor greener policies. The facts of the matter are that the world is warming due to anthropogenic causes, and a warmer world will make its people susceptible to serious diseases, many of them transmitted by expanding insect vectors. It is up to us to realize the severity of the problem and take action.

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Aedes aegypti feeding on my friends arm [OC][4752x3168]

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Bite Me - Chapter 5

Flirting or Frightening? You be the judge. June and Aedes seem to be getting rather *cough* well acquainted with one another.

This chapter is a bit frisky, nothing overly explicit, a little more intimate than PG 13, but not quite NSFW.

Taglist: @smallsday @ratcatcher0325 @not-a-space-alien @bittykimmy13 @naive-bias

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 4

Next Chapter: Chapter 6

Word count: 1451

CW: Mentions of blood, Adult language, Suggestive, Fearplay, Mouthplay (biting) mild dehumanization (aware Aedes is not human, fixated on that concept)

The feeling of his heart beating wildly under her thumb was intoxicating. There was no other world that could aptly describe it. In her grasp was a man- or more accurately, a vampire- regardless of semantics, June was all too aware held an entire being within her hand. She felt drunk. This was all so surreal… surreal and undeniably intimate. Was this okay? He was actually letting her hold him… after all the fear and anger and distrust… there he was… just… in her hand. She should exercise some restraint shouldn't she? This… was enough? But what exactly was this?? Despite quite literally having him in the palm of her hand, with the way he was teasing her there was a strange unease that still hovered around the corners of her mind, as if she was the one wrapped around his finger. 

His voice captivated her. She felt as though she hung off of every word. Have you planned what you’re going to do now that you’ve caught me? His surprisingly low voice seemed to echo in her mind. You say that, she thinks, yet why does it feel like I’m the one who’s caught? 

That was an invitation right? He was goading her… wasn’t he?

Not one to be out done, she tightens her grip slightly, 

"I seem to recall something about testing your structural integrity…" she muses, watching the man stiffen at her touch, yet soften at her words, "Why don't I test just how sturdy you are, little man." she says, her voice full of coy flirtation. 

She watches his expression change, eyes glued on him and taking in every detail. He swallows, eyes wide and fixated on her. Her heart skips as she watches his strange pointed ears flicker- it was bizarre, yet oddly adorable. He fidgeted in her grasp though his movements weren’t frenzied like when she had first caught him, more so… uncomfortable, nervous? She for one, most certainly was. 

She liked this. 

She liked this far too much.

Now that he wasn’t snarling, she couldn't help but notice just how striking he was. Those strange long pointed ears peeking out from a tousled mess of velvety black hair- his features sharp and chiseled, looking as though they were carved from marble on his pale skin. The sight of him disheveled in the palm of her hand gave a whole new and literal meaning to having man under her thumb and she found herself indulging in the literal interpretation far more than she ought to. 

Was this really okay? He had been so scared -

He tilts his head at her scrutiny, a faint smirk plays on his lips. In a jarringly casual manner, he stretches his arms back, resting his hands behind his head as if making himself comfortable. His stare was smug, cocky even, as he feigned a yawn. His teasing bordered on challenging, as if playing a strange and far too flirtatious game of chicken... Taunting her as if he knew she was enjoying his reactions more than she wanted to admit. 

“Oh,” His eyes meet hers unflinchingly, “So you’re just gonna toy with me now, huh? Well, come on. I’m all yours.”

She breaks eye contact.

Oh he knew all right.

This absolutely was a challenge- and she had no plans of backing down.

"Am I toying with you?" She coos, choosing her words carefully, "I do like to play rough with my toys." She watches in rapt delight as his ears flatten. Slowly, she slides her fingers under his arms, holding him up by his underarms and letting his feet dangle.

His face flushes.

June felt like a shark sensing blood in the water. She bites her lip. The sight of a full grown -albeit very small- man dangling from her hands is oddly enticing. He was quiet for a moment, the brief pause felt like it was gripping at her heart, Had she gone too far? This was wrong wasn’t it? He was sc - 

“Well then, play with me, my human.”

That smug little tease! She nearly growls at the excitement his invitation seems to bring forth, for a brief moment chasing away all of her lingering doubts. He likes this too…  

June gives in. 

Surprising even herself, she pulls him towards her, pressing her lips against his stomach. Her mind was alight, thoughts coming and going like fireworks- loud and quick. She kissed him- She was still kissing him! He flinches at the sudden action, a strangled sort of gasp escaping him, but doesnt push her away. His body was warm against her fingers- and firm against her lips. It was all so strange… She can't help but notice just how much of his body her lips can cover, or the feeling of his heart beating wildly against them. Was this really okay? He was a stranger… Hell- He wasn’t even human! He had snuck into her house- Drank her blood! And here she was just- 

Her thoughts freeze as her gaze flicks up to his face. 

Jaw clenched and head thrown back, his hands gripping firmly on her thumbs- the sight was mesmerizing. She watches, her eyes fixated on the shaky rise and fall of his chest as her lips graze his midsection- the way he shivered under her touch was thrilling… But it was his face that truly captivated her. He stared at her through half lidded eyes, gaze piercing in its intensity. A subtly flush danced across the pale skin of his cheeks, rising up to the tips of his ears- ears which folded back with her kisses. His lips twitched with every touch, drawing up as if he was wanting to bare his teeth, the faintest hint of a snarl playing across his expression. In that moment, he looked not only carnal- but truly carnivorous. 

June releases a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. It was all so much. 

She inhales, struggling to regain her composure. Instead she catches his scent lingering on her inhale. Amberesque and nectarous, he smelt of lush fruit and warm spice- of saffron and tonka. He smelt of temptation- of the warm excitement of youth. 

June swallowed. A strange mix of desire and unease sending a chill through her. 

Humans did not smell like that. 

She wills her hands steady as she kisses him, her actions somehow becoming more desperate. The hazy infatuation seemed to give way to a brief moment of clarity. She was far in over her head in something beyond her understanding. She didn’t feel in control. He was there, in her grasp, pressed against her lips… and yet she felt as if he had her in the palm of his hand. Her heart felt as though it crawled into her throat. She didn’t like that she was scared. She didn’t like that he could frighten her. 

As she kisses, his claws dig into the flesh of her thumbs. Claws… her mind echos, Not human. She brushes the thought aside, and adjusts her hold of him, pulling one hand away to take his wrists between her thumb and forefinger. She pulls his wrists above his head, cradling his body with her free hand so he's laying in her palm; restrained and vulnerable.

June shivers-the sight of the pose undeniably lewd. 

The sound of his breathing growing heavy makes her head spin- every gasp, every hitch of his breath…intoxicating didn't even begin to describe it. Between kisses she grins at the sensation of him squirming under the touch of her lips. What could he possibly be feeling? Was he scared? Part of her found herself hoping he was. She pushed that thought aside as quickly as it came. Through half lidded eyes, she risks another glance at him- her breath catching as he met her gaze. He seemed to like that, exhaling through gritted teeth- the sound hovering between a moan and a growl. 

His teeth… The sight of those fangs made a shiver run down her neck… and an idea take form in her mind. An eye for an eye… a bite for a bite. As June continues to kiss his midriff, slowly she opens her mouth, carefully letting her teeth graze against his chest. Aedes shudders under her touch. This time- much to her surprise- she growls.

He yelps.

June pauses. The way he trembles in her hand stirs something in her. She draws back slowly, her eyes fixated on him. This time, Aedes does not meet her gaze. Instead, he looks away- face flushed. With his wrists still held in place above his head he looks so helpless. 

She likes that. 

Without meeting her gaze, he utters a single word.

"Please."

June Murphy unravels.

[miriam1198]

Aedes💞 #insecto #boy #dengue #zika #wnfermedades #zika #blood #mosquito #zancudo #oc #originalcharacter #myart #tradicionalart #analogyart #incect #babe #son #sick #dead

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1. Would your OC ever accessorize with a cape?

Aedes please

I mean... 👀

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Bite Me

My first OCs June and Aedes are finally getting their story told!! I'm so excited to finally be posting this. This chapter acts as a sort of prologue to their OG lil comic. I'm very happy to announce I've got 10 or so chapters already written so for the next little while I'll be uploading this story weekly!

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Next Chapter: Chapter 2

Word count: 759

CW: Vampire adjacent mild gore (mentions of blood, drinking blood)

Darkness had always been a comforting embrace to Aedes. There was an innate safety amongst the shadows, and a beautiful stillness under the light of the moon. Still- but not quiet. The night, in all its ethereal splendor, held a delicate symphony; Wood frogs and crickets sang with fervor, the leaves in the canopy above whispered subtle secrets, and the thrum of a heartbeat rang out in the distance- a sirens song to someone like him. 

Aedes listened intently, following the slow rhythmic beating with well practiced ease- a predator stalking its prey. His mouth watered. It had been so long since he last fed. This rural town afforded him a certain safety, but the cost of less frequent feeding was a hard price to bear. He was starved. Hunger gnawed at his insides, relentless and unforgiving in its demand to be sated, the alluring call of a potential meal pulling him forward as if it were reeling him in. 

He felt almost as if he were in a trance, his fixation on the thrumming causing the world around him to fade away. The nightly sounds seemed to dissolve more and more into the ether with each percussive beat. He followed the beat, his steps marching in time as if dancing to a stranger's most intimate song. Like a doting partner, he let the song lead him, each beat bringing him closer and closer to the unwitting musician. 

There he stood, a quaint two story home before him, its sage green siding looking at home within the menagerie of plant life growing wild around it. As he scanned the building, his eyes fell on an open window. He smiled. It seemed the people of rural towns found a certain safety here as well. 

With the utmost care, he heaved himself up, sliting the screen along its edge as he climbed through the window. He paused, taking in a deep breath as he perched on the window sill. Closing his eyes, he drank in the smell. A scent, smooth and sweet filled his lungs, so tempting it made his breath hitch. His hands shook, and his heart pounded with anticipation- His more desperate instincts calling on him to rush towards that effervescent scent and abandon all rationality. Patience. He steadied his breath, letting his urges feed his excited anticipation. 

A woman lay right there beneath him, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with her heart. Bathed in the pale light of the full moon, he marveled at her ambrosian beauty. Under the glistening light, her soft and subtle skin looked as though she was made of milk and honey, her nectarous lips full and blushing, the sight of their colour teasing hints of that… vigor that flowed so closely beneath her skin. 

And her neck-

He found himself baring his teeth involuntarily, his body begging for him to drink. 

She lay with her head to one side, such an innocent position filling him with such a potent hunger, as if she left herself open and vulnerable just for him. Adrenaline and hunger mingled together, dizzying in their intensity. His own heart thrummed alongside hers, beating much more wildly- a symbiotic dance between predator and prey, the thrill of the hunt intertwining with that ever-present dread of being caught. 

He couldn't wait any longer. 

Silent as the dead, he descended on her- his movements fluid despite their uncanny speed. The call of her heart beckoning him, compelling him to indulge.

Indulge he did.

His teeth sliced into the flesh of her neck, her soft skin offering no hint of resistance to his bite. He suppressed the urge to groan.

The taste - he shivered. 

She tasted like life.

On his tongue, she was a reprise. Her warmth filling him- her blood rejuvenating and invigorating. His mind felt dizzied, dancing on a drunken high he never quite understood. He felt a stupor come over him and welcomed it, riding out the bliss as he drank. 

An oasis is she,

So sweet on my tongue,

If I could drink my fill I would drown- 

He gulped with a primal desperation, his gluttony feeling boundless.

Such an insatiable creature am I,

You, the ambrosia my lips pursue 

Dear, my hunger consumes me,

please, let me consume - 

Her breath hitched. 

Suddenly, the night was no longer still.

In the blink of an eye, his world shifted- or more accurately, flipped- as gravity suddenly ripped him away from his indulgence. His mind reeled, desperate to understand what was happening.

To his horror, he found himself falling. 

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It MerMay!! Finally time for me to post some Leech!Aedes content👀

and also spend way too long trying to decide what kind of mers my ocs would be...

If you guys have any suggestions please send an ask 😭

And if any mutuals were to want some fishy reccomendations for their ocs... I am of service