#shes supposed to be a vampire however the very pointy ears i gave her makes her look like …an elf? Lol

[iyisilk]

Brooke wearing baroque(?) fashion

[dreaming-of-brawlstars]

A Mortifying Discovery: Part Two. Part One is here.

Desc: Colt’s been running around Starr Park for ages now, and had depended on Jessie as his navigator. But sometimes a map doesn’t do justice to what’s there.

Warnings: Referenced memory alteration/wiping. Amnesia. Fridge horror. Some angst.

Author’s Note: Hurt/COMFORT. Comfort comes around the end but it’s comfort. Happy ending.

Extra Note: posting this separate because scrolling to parts can be a bit difficult on mobile and I just wanna simplify it.

“Okay, creepy spooky haunted house with a radio,” he muttered, moving forward slowly through the dark. “You got this, Colt.” He looked ahead of him, watching the dark area. “Just a few minutes. Find the radio. Turn it off. Call Jessie.”

His mind worked in circles as he walked, and he kept repeating that mantra. He looked around, his eyes finally having adjusted to the darkness. The house seemed big, very big. But it was only because the windows are tall, he reasoned. It’ll all be fine. Just a few seconds.

He concluded that it had to be coming from upstairs after a brief search of the floor he was in resulted in nothing, and he heard the radio slightly louder as he was near them.

He moved to the stairs, carefully ascending them. Then he heard a creak. It was just a small one, then another. Looking down, he could see that all the steps squeaked at the slightest weight. It made him cringe as he took another step up, holding on tight. Another creak. A few steps later, the stairs creaked louder. He held onto the railing, biting his lip as he kept going. Then he was on the top step.

It was probably made like that for the creep factor, since the steps looked and felt firm enough, but it still managed to unnerve him.

Slowly walking around the hall, he glanced at every door, trying to figure where the radio came from, following the sound. Finally, he found a room that seemed to be the source, and he pressed his ear against the door to make sure.

“And so, listener…” Yep, that was most definitely the radio. He went to open the door, noticing it wasn’t locked. But it was jammed.

“Damn it.” Colt briefly shifted, pressing his shoulder against the door on the side with the knob, leaning all his weight into it. If he could get past it without breaking the door open, he would be fine. “Hurry up, you stupid…!” He urged, gritting his teeth as he heaved his entire body against the door.

The door gave away slightly, and Colt let out a groan when he noticed a chain deadbolt. However, his solution was in reach. He saw a golden cane, reached his hand through, and grabbed it. Once he had it, he used it to slide the chain out of the bolt, opening the door.

“Which of our senses can be trusted?”

When it swung open, he froze.

It was a bedroom, a large bed in the middle with the radio speaking on the nightstand next to it. In the bed was someone sleeping, breathing softly.

Colt gulped, stepping into the room slowly and propping open the door with the cane. He carefully made his way over to the radio, watching the resting person.

“Which of our thoughts can be believed?” Colt hesitated to reach out to the radio, looking at the sleeping person.

They were wearing a Starr Hat, just like he used to. A felt yellow hat with headphones. Without thinking, Colt reached to take it off of them.

“Which story that we tell ourselves can be regarded as truth?” As he pulled the headphones off of them, he faintly heard the voice on the radio coming form the headphones too. He briefly glanced at them, then at the person. “It’s important to remember tha-a-a-“

Colt turned off the radio, ignoring the voice continuing from the headphones as he looked for a place to put it, eventually placing it on the nightstand next to the radio. He had his eyes on the person.

Pointed ears and purple hair. Weird, but not the weirdest thing Starr Park could do to a person. They seemed to be sleeping deeply, like most guests of Starr Park, but he noticed that they were wearing something different. Something white stuck out form under the dark comforter.

He wasn’t sure if he should wake them up or not, seeing as they weren’t awake. He decided to go with the former. He leaned closer towards them. “Hey. Wake up.” He tried to make his voice sound soft and comforting, even though there was something about that person that made him nervous, and he hadn’t been feeling well for days. “You’re not in a safe place, you should probably get up.”

He waited patiently for him to wake up before he decided what to do next. As he thought, they began to stir, waking up slowly. He noticed how they buried their head into their pillow more, and their brows twitched a bit as their head slowly turned to look at him, making him stiffen a bit in his place.

After a moment of struggling against sleep, they seemed to give in again, stretching briefly and turning. Colt’s eyes widened as two white wings emerged from under the covers and behind their back before relaxing, and they curled up with a contented sigh.

Wings. Actual wings. From behind their back. That was not something Colt had ever seen in real life.

Colt blinked a couple times, trying to process what he had just witnessed. When he did, his brain shut down entirely, leaving him stunned and unable to react. He stared at the person on the bed, who seemed oblivious to everything.

He. He should probably call Jessie. She might be able to help, right?

Colt didn’t know whether to think or say anything. He didn’t even feel like breathing properly, which didn’t seem to stop him from being able to talk though. He found himself fumbling with the radio, numbly attempting to turn it on.

“Colt?” She said quietly. “Are you okay?”

“I...uh…” He trailed off, not sure what he wanted to say. What was he supposed to say? “I’m. Good. Nothing attacked me. Turned off the radio…but I think maybe I need your help with something….”

She was silent for some time before replying. “What?” He knew that tone; she was nervous and worried and he hated it.

“Why do you think this place had a radio?” His voice broke a little, but he ignored it. “I-I mean, mine had one just like it. I-it was playing the WKBRL stream and everything and… I found it. On a nightstand. In a bedroom.”

Silence. More than one minute passed before her shaky voice filled the silence again. “Is there someone there?” She asked in a quiet voice.

Colt stared at the winged person sleeping, biting his lip and nodding.

“Yeah.” He answered. “He had the Starr Hat with headphones too.”

Another pause followed that, and he could hear the panic in her voice. “Is he alright? Is he hurt?”

“I don’t know.” He replied. “I tried to wake up but and then - wings, Jessie. He has wings.”

“Oh, Mortis’s bats-?”

“No.” Colt cut in quickly. “No, no bats. He’s got wings. Two big white wings with golden feathers on his back. And they’re moving. Like birds or something. Like real ones.”

“…no, Mortis is a vampire. His deal is bats and dark stuff, not… whatever you just described. That sounds more like Crow. Are you sure it’s not-“

“He is right in front of me. He is a guy with purple hair, pointy ears, and two giant white wings on his back. Like some angel.” He shook his head slightly, then sighed. “Jessie, I am serious about this. He’s got wings.”

She didn’t reply. He heard her breathing become laboured as she took in what he had told her.

He could practically hear the gears turning inside her head.

“It. It sounds like Mortis, purple hair and pointy ears, but I’ve never…” He could almost hear her shake her head slightly. “It can’t be him. What do you mean he has wings?”

“I’d send you a picture if I could.” Colt answered simply.

There was a pause, and then he heard her let out a breath.

“Okay. Okay.” She said shakily. “Okay, I guess I believe you. I trust you. Just… be careful. Please.”

“Will do.” He replied. Then his focus turned to Mortis. “Should I…” He paused, hesitating slightly. Should he wake him up?

“We can’t just leave him.” She spoke quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. “Maybe he knows something. Maybe he can help. Strength in numbers.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “Alright.” He stood up straight, pulling the cane out of the door and putting it on the floor beside him. Taking a deep breath, Colt moved closer to the figure.

He reached over to their shoulder, trying to avoid touching the wings, shaking it gently. The man didn’t move or respond to Colt’s touch.

With great effort he managed to shake him slightly.

“Mortis, wake up.” He murmured, shaking the body a bit. “Come on now.”

The man shifted slightly in his sleep, mumbling something. After a minute, the person’s eyes opened slightly and looked directly into his face.

Colt jumped, and took an involuntary step back.

He could see them blink, adjusting to the darkness of the room, before looking around slowly, looking at him. With a frown on his face, he watched his gaze turn to where the radio was still sitting on the night stand.

His eyes narrowed a little. There was something familiar about that face, but he couldn’t quite place it. He felt a pang in his chest; he didn’t want to remember.

He shook his head, focusing back to look at him, watching his expression.

“Uh…. hi.” Colt started.

“Who are you?” Mortis mumbled, actually reacting pretty calmly to the situation.

“Uh, Colt.” Colt said, holding out his hand for him to shake.

As Mortis looked at the offered hand, his eyes scanned Colt’s features and body language closely. “Where’d you come from?”

“Long - long story,” He dodged the question. He noticed Mortis reach for the radio on the stand, quickly putting his hand in the way. “No! That doesn’t matter,” He frowned a little when he saw Mortis’s face fall. He continued speaking anyway. “Just - listen to me please. Do you recognize me? Or this place at all?”

“Um,” Mortis frowned a little. “This place is…” He looked away, taking in his surroundings before he glanced at Colt again. “…I’m afraid I don’t recognize it…?”

A flash of confusion and mild alarm crossed Mortis’s face at the realization. He blinked, waking up slightly more.

“Apologizes, I don’t have a proper…” Mortis’s eyebrows furrowed and he tried to think. “Well this is terribly wrong.”

“What?” Colt frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I don’t exactly have any memories here,” Mortis seemed to shiver at his words, mumbling something to himself before speaking further, “Or any memories for that matter. My memories are… gone. Completely erased. No recollection whatsoever.”

Colt blinked a few times, staring at him for a moment. “Erased? So like everyone else here…” He tried to smile. “It’s - it’s not easy. I’ve been there. Starr Park-“

“No! No, you don’t understand.” Mortis threw his legs over the side of the bed, stumbling when he attempted to stand up. He seemed more distraught by this. “You do not understand the extent of my condition. You do not understand how far I have fallen.”

“Fallen?”

“Fallen.” Mortis echoed, and there was a certain weight to that word. But by judging from his expression, Colt could tell the Mortis wasn’t sure why. He repeated, softer, “Fallen…?”

Colt swallowed hard before continuing, unsure of how to approach this. “What happened to you here, Mortis?”

Mortis paused, taking a few steps towards the door, leaning against the wall behind him. He ran his fingers through his hair for a second, taking a couple seconds to calm down. His eyes caught the golden cane against the door, he raised his arm, reaching out to take it. He picked it up, looking at Colt for a brief moment. “I don’t remember. I can’t remember anything. Not a thing. Not even the…” He shook his head. “Not even…”

“Mortis?” Colt prompted.

Mortis lowered his arm, letting it hang by his side, the gold cane clutched between his hands. He breathed in deeply, staring at the carpet beneath his feet. “My memory is… gone. It’s all… a white void.”

Mortis held the cane closer, nervously wringing it in his hands. He stared blankly, presumably trying to remember something. He kept glancing up at Colt, seemingly hoping for a response, expecting a response, or something that might give him answers to the questions he had.

But there was none.

“That means your memory has gone, right?” Colt asked. “I’ve been there-“

“You don’t understand, I’m not supposed to forget. I don’t forget. What I am doesn’t forget!” Mortis cried. “I can’t remember who I am! I’m supposed to protect people, what kind of protector am I?!” He screamed. He took a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair, closing his eyes. His breathing began to quicken, getting shorter.

“Hey, hey, take it easy.” Colt tried to speak softly, keeping his arms at his sides. “Calm down, buddy. Just slow down. It’s okay…”

“What kind of protector am I, Colt?!” He yelled, throwing his free hand out towards him. “What happened to me? Where am I?!”

“Easy.” Colt said, stepping forward. “Take it easy.”

“I can’t take it easy!” Mortis shouted. “I can’t take it easy! I can’t take it easy!”

“Mortis, stop.” Colt said firmly. “It’s a long story, but the short version is that Starr Park - where we are - is a fan of memory wipes.”

“I am a creature of the light! My memory doesn’t get wiped!” Mortis screamed, holding the cane closer to his chest

“Mortis, you can’t know that for sure.” Colt’s expression turned more serious. “They did it to me.”

“But you’re a-“ Mortis stammered, looking for a word and wildly gesturing with one hand. “You’re a - you’re a human! A mortal! You’re weaker, more fragile. I’m-“

“Stop it.” Colt snapped, taking another step forward, grabbing Mortis’s waving hand by the wrist. “If this is you trying to convince yourself about some weird internal complex or-“

“Listen to me!” The other shot forward suddenly, yanking his wrist violently away from Colt, glaring at him furiously. “Please listen to me!”

There was a long pause. Colt sighed, nodding a little. “Fine. What are you, then?”

“…” Mortis heaved for a moment, trying to compose himself after the outburst before answering. “I am Mortis, a creature and bringer of the light.”

Colt wasn’t sure whether to believe this guy, or if Starr Park had experimented on some person and brainwashed them enough to convince them that they were some angel. Either way, he thought that maybe he should just stop making assumptions and be a bit careful as he went along.

Especially now.

Colt nodded slowly, still unsure. “Okay. That makes sense.” Colt shrugged. “So… what happened to you here? Why haven’t you got your memories anymore?” Colt asked.

“I don’t know.” Mortis admitted, “I have to confess that I’ve gotten no clue as to how or why I’m here. I don’t… recall getting here?”

“Any last memories?” Colt asked. “What’s the last thing you recall?”

Mortis stayed silent for a moment, glancing around on occasion.

“Home.” He mumbled it softly, but it sounded unsure. “I was thinking ‘Surely, this is home’, but I don’t know what home is…” He shook his head lightly before he looked back up at Colt. “I must admit, I feel rather lost.”

“Lost?” Colt blinked. “How so?”

Mortis shook his head again. “Nothing.” He muttered. “I… I was here for a reason.” He looked up as if something clicked. “I’m here to protect people.”

“Yeah, you said that.” Colt nodded.

Mortis glanced down briefly. “I protect people. But, I think I was scared… then I was safe? But that doesn’t make sense.” He said. There was something about how he spoke; it seemed almost like he wasn’t completely sure about what was happening either, like he wasn’t entirely sure that what he knew was true. “I was scared for… myself. Not just others.”

Colt narrowed his brows slightly, studying the other before deciding to say something. Maybe it would clear up things. “I’m guessing normally you’re worried for other people, being a protector, like some angel?”

Mortis’s gaze softened, and he stared at the ground quietly, nodding his head. “Yes… an Angel! I’m an Angel!” Mortis snapped out of the slight daze, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his neck. “Angels don’t forget! They can’t.” He shook his head before pausing for a long moment, eyes wide in wonder and confusion. “I can’t remember who I am…”

“You do, though.” Colt added.

“I know who I am. I remember my name, I remember the things I’m supposed to do, I know things; secrets never to be told, knowledge that is not to be spoken.” He paused. “But I don’t know a thing about… this.” He waved his hand to gesture to everything before putting it to his head. “It’s all a bright, white void.”

There was a moment of silence, with only the sound of fireworks in the distance. That caught Mortis’s attention, and he slowly turned to a window.

“…what’s that?”

“A firework show.” Colt sighed, “Happens every night. Same time. And it always ends up like this.”

“There’s- There’s fire.” Mortis walked to the window, forcing it open. “Are-are those screams?”

“…yeah.” Colt hesitated to answer, following Mortis slowly, trying to avoid touching his wings. “Same time, every night. Then the loop restarts after radio creep goes on some lecture-“

“They’re in danger!” Mortis turned to Colt, and Colt could notice his breathing picking up. “There’s fire, there’s explosions - what do you mean ‘then the loop restarts’!? What’s going on?”

“Long. Story.” Colt moved his hand to Mortis’s wrist, sensing that he was about to do something. “You should sit down for this-“

“No,“ Mortis yanked his hand away, now putting a foot on the windowsill and using his other hand to help himself climb out. “There has to be something I can do. Something I can stop.”

“MORTIS-“ Colt attempted to grab the angel as he leaped. However, when a firework went off, he flinched to hide instinctively. He hesitantly opened his eyes, looking out the window in a panic.

Mortis was laying on the ground, clearly having fallen. Colt cursed to himself, looking at the height, estimating that he fell about two stories. He briefly considered jumping down too, but after deciding he didn’t want to risk getting injured, he turned to the stairs and ran down.

Once he reached the bottom of the stairs, he hurried towards Mortis. He stopped abruptly when he saw Mortis on the ground, breathing heavily, but moving. He saw as the angel propped himself on his elbow, shaking his head.

“Are you okay?” Colt quickly asked. He knelt down next to Mortis, inspecting his body for signs of injury. Mortis waved him off. “What were you thinking!? Do your wings even work?”

“I’m fine, and yes, they do.” Mortis used his cane to push himself up, ignoring Colt’s attempts to help him. “Have faith in me, I didn’t become a guardian for nothing.”

Mortis opened his wings, making Colt back away. He bent his knees, ready to launch himself into the sky.

Another firework went off, and he froze in place, eyes widening in surprise. He even stopped breathing for a moment, staring at the sky in… fear? Colt watched as Mortis shook it off, readying to fly again. He leaped.

Light.

He barely made a few feet off the ground when the firework went off, freezing again. The second Mortis noticed himself falling, he fluttered his wings, landing roughly on one knee. He let out another soft sigh, lifting his head slightly as he gazed at the scene before him.

The fireworks and explosions continued to go off around them, bright light making him instinctively freeze in… fear? Terror? He grit his teeth, barely noticing the corners of his eyes starting to sting as more flashes of light filled the sky.

Why was this so terrifying?

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He was supposed to protect.

And yet…. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t react, because he had no idea what had just happened.

But he did, he was attempting to fly, to help people, and then… light. Light in the sky that made him freeze. He barely noticed himself hyperventilating until Colt touched his shoulder.

“Mortis. Look at me.”

Mortis took several deep breaths through his nose, trying to keep himself calm. It was difficult though. His vision was blurred from the tears beginning to spill over.

“I… I don’t understand any of this.” Mortis finally managed, “I don’t know why I’m scared of this. I’m scared for people - I always have been - but-“

His voice cracked, and he let out a chokes sob. He attempted to clear his voice frantically, gripping onto his cane with white knuckles.

“Light shouldn’t terrify me.” He whispered, taking shaky breaths. “I don’t… I don’t understand. This isn’t right. Why can’t… why aren’t I protecting those people… why… why can’t I help…” He closed his eyes tightly. “I… I need help.”

Mortis opened his eyes, blinking rapidly as the tears began to fall. He looked up at Colt, who was watching him carefully. “Help…” He repeated softly. “I need help.”

“Mortis?” Colt looked at his face, noticing Mortis staring wide-eyed at everything, as if he expected to recognize it. But he didn’t say anything. “Mortis, look at me. Please.”

Mortis didn’t say anything, only looked straight ahead as tears poured.

“Why am I so scared for myself?” He asked, quiet.

Colt blinked in surprise. “Maybe something happened. Starr Park is a pretty horrible place, they do lots of things.” Colt offered weakly. “Maybe they did something to you.”

Mortis shook his head. “No,” he paused. “I don’t - I’m an Angel, angels don’t forget, angels don’t worry for themselves, angels protect.” He stared. He was trembling. “I shouldn’t be here, and yet, here I am… and I’ve done nothing… nothing.”

Colt shook Mortis’s shoulder slightly, attempting to snap him out of it. “Hey, listen to me,” he said, hoping to get his attention without shouting. “Mortis? You there?”

“What kind of protector am I if I’m trapped like everyone else here?” Mortis turned to Colt, “I can’t even protect the ones in trouble.”

“What are you talking about?”

“My… My… humans. They were hurt. They were hurting. I was going to save, and yet here I am, stuck like this. I vowed to- I failed.” He curled up. “…how do I know that?”

“Seems like Starr Park couldn’t take everything away from you.” Colt shrugged. “But that’s good. Even if it’s not that much, it’s good. Yourname, where you’re from, why you’re here, what’s going on - kinda - it’s a good start.”

“How do you know?” Mortis’s question hurt Colt slightly, and he raised a brow at him wincing. “Colt?”

“You remember stuff about yourself.” Colt looked away slightly. “That’s more than I started off with.” He smiled.

Mortis looked surprised at how happy Colt sounded at his admission. “What about yours,” he questioned. “Where are you from? Where does Colt come from?”

“You really don’t want to know.” Colt chuckled, glancing at the angel. “Besides, I don’t know. I’ve been awake for a while and I get some deja vu here and there, but nothing more. No memories about my old life, real name, or Starr Park and whatever was going on.”

“Then why do you know so much?” Mortis asked, and that gave Colt an idea. He watched as he reached into his duffel bag.

“You see, I wasn’t alone,” Colt pulled out a radio, turning it on. “Mortis, meet Jessie. She’s the one who woke me up.”

A small, red light flickered to life, indicating that Jessie was currently connected to the radio. “Hi.”

“Hello,” said Mortis quietly.

“Is that-“

“Jessie, meet Mortis.” Colt put the radio in Mortis’s hands. “He doesn’t remember how he got here, but he does know some things about himself.”

“Really?” Jessie sounded altered at that. “What do you know? Hold on I need to get a- got a pen. Okay, continue.”

Mortis nervously looked at the radio, then at Colt, who nodded encouragingly. Slowly, Mortis looked down at the radio in his hand, then looked down at the ground below. He glanced up at the sky briefly, then back down at the radio in his hand.

He sighed shakily.

“I know… I… don’t like fireworks. It seems like it’s the bright lights - which is peculiar - being a creature of the light and all.” He mumbled. He clenched his free fist, looking down once more.

“I don’t… really remember how I got here…” He sighed. “But I know I was here to protect - to save people. People here were getting hurt, and I wanted to save them.” He squeezed his eyes shut, taking a breath before he opened them slowly.

“I don’t know what happened.” His grip tightened on the radio. “I’m not sure why. Something just… I’m here now. And nobody’s saved. I guess I wasn’t much help.”

“You can help us now!” Jessie didn’t seem to listen to his doubts, slightly surprising Mortis. “Nobody can handle Starr Park alone. Why do you think Colt’s here? He’s my help, I’m his help. We’ll be each others’ help!”

“Yes!” Added Colt quickly.

“And we’ll find a way out of here!” Finished Jessie.

There was silence between them, and Mortis found himself relaxing slightly when he realized that he wasn’t alone in his distress.

“Thank you.” Mortis said softly, and then after another pause, “We can find a way out of here… together.”

“Of course.” Said Jessie. “And we can help everyone! But we should get to know each other first. You know your past, right?”

“Yes,” Mortis nodded. “I’m an Angel. A guardian to protect mortals.”

There was a moment of silence before Jessie broke it.

“…do you actually have wings?” She asked.

“Huh?” Mortis looked down in confusion. “Of course I have wings! What do you mean?”

“Do they work? Can you fly with them?” Jessie sounded excited, thrilled.

“Yes, they do work. I can fly with them, I would now but-“ He was cut off by a firework, flinching. “…maybe after the fireworks?”

Jessie hummed in response. “So tell me about yourself. Your life before here.”

Mortis thought for a moment. “Well, the humans here, they were the most important beings in my life and I cared for them greatly. Then I ended up trapped here.”

“Like us.” Suggested Jessie.

“Not quite,” He disagreed. “The humans here, they needed me, and I was there to help.” He frowned slightly. “…It is frustrating that I cannot remember.”

“Yeah, that sucks, huh?” Jessie agreed easily, “but hey, you might be able to help us out. You know… with remembering, and things and… stuff. Just let me know. We’ll figure everything out.” She sounded optimistic, almost cheerful.

“Right,” Mortis murmured, but he found himself smiling at her words. “Let’s just focus on making sure we can make it through this.”

“Okay. Sounds good.” Jessie nodded, and a moment later she added with a slight sigh, “Together. Our own trio.”

“Oh, yeah!” Colt perked up. “I like that. That’s definitely a thing we could use.”

“Exactly,” said Jessie, sounding relieved.

Silence fell over their little group, and for a few minutes, no more sounds were heard from either of them. Eventually, the fireworks stopped, the newly formed trio where nowhere to be seen.

At least, they wouldn’t be seen by Starr Park.

[hellflame-for-a-reason]

Vampires don't have blood quirks

Part one

This is a vampire!Iida au so the for blood and slight body horror (the engines)

Blood quirks were a very tricky topic to discuss; not only are they all dangerous and mostly useless quirks, but there's almost no way to become a hero using one. All this is without mentioning the fact that they aren't the only bloodsuckers around, the 0.05% of the population that have blood quirks doesn’t seem so bad when compared to the 0.2% of the population that aren’t even fully human. Vampires, ghouls, nosferatu- whatever you choose to call them, they’re dangerous and they’re terrifying and they look just like you or me.

They have existed before quirks, and all the existence of quirks had done to them was make them more powerful, as well as making it easier for them to hide. They aren’t allergic to the sun, that was a myth started by an author who ran out of things to say about them, the garlic allergy and the mirror thing are both real though. The mirror’s do have to be backed by silver for that to work though, as it was the silver that hid their image. Vampires are just stronger, faster people who age very well and live for a long time. The only thing that makes them scary was their taste for blood- specifically human.

They needed the blood to survive, although they could definitely survive off of animal blood. All that human death was mostly over a preference, vampires tended to feel entitled to that kind of treat due to how much more powerful they were then humans. That was what was running through Tenya Iida’s mind as he got out of bed that morning, it was a tragedy that so many had died for someone’s very expensive taste. Besides, in his humble opinion, there was nothing better than beef blood. Yeah… Iida was a vampire, and as he took his little juicebox of animal blood out of the minifridge under his bed, he wondered if he’d made any mistakes in his essay.

The essay was for english, they had to write about their favorite mythical creature, and as vampires weren’t believed in by most, Iida had written about his own kind. Was that egotistical? He had chosen to write about the specifics of blood and the traditions surrounding it; all framed like fiction of course. He had been careful to avoid personal opinions as he didn’t exactly feel like outing himself right now, he couldn’t even gauge how his classmates would react.

A knock at his door, “good morning Iida!” Ah, it was Midoriya, Iida enjoyed Midoriya’s company. He swallowed his mouthful of blood before replying, he didn’t want to spite it everywhere.

“Good morning Midoriya!”

He knew he was a little loud, but it was the morning; people were supposed to wake up. He was quickly getting dressed, the juice box emptied within seconds, he knew that Midoriya would want to speak to him face to face. Midoriya helpfully confirmed this by asking, “can I come in?”

“Not yet! I’m afraid I'm not yet decent!”

“Ah, okay!” Midoriya’s soft chuckle could be heard through the door, and the droplets of blood still on Tenya’s tongue felt too bitter, too stale. He could feel his own heart beating slowly, around a beat every two seconds. If he were human he’d be worried by this, but it was actually rather quick for him. He shook any sort of thought like that out of his head, finishing getting dressed as quickly as he could, opening the door.

The smile Midoriya gave him bumped Tenya’s heart rate up to one beat per second, he was glad it was near impossible for him to blush. He returned the smile and put a hand on Midoriya’s shoulder, “good morning Midoriya, I hope you’re well.”

“I’m doing good, thank you Iida. How are you feeling?”

“Me?” How was he feeling? Tenya wasn’t all too sure in honesty, he’d just woken up. “I’ll be honest Midoriya, I’m a little concerned about the essays, what did you do again?”

“Oh! I didn’t tell you, did I? I wrote about vampires!” Oh, oh dear. If the subject matter wasn’t enough, Midoriya’s smile was almost enough to make poor Tenya’s heart explode. He just stared down at the smaller boy for a little while, unsure how to react. “Uhh… Iida? Are you-”

“I wrote about vampires too!” He exclaimed, grabbing his essay to show Midoriya, “I wrote about the complex relationship between vampires and blood. What about you?”

“Oh!” Midoriya paused, “my essay’s in my room, but I wrote about how vampires have evolved throughout different eras of media.” He seemed happy, but still taken off guard, Tenya hoped Midoriya wouldn’t think him strange.

Moving to the bathroom, Tenya got to listen to Midoriya talk about all the interesting things he’d learnt during his research. It was lovely to hear about while he brushed his teeth, making sure to get all the way around his fangs, vampires had to take extra special care of their teeth due to the unusual shapes, he wondered if people with blood quirks had similar problems. “-and then I read the original dracula and he could turn into a wolf, so I wondered if vampires would be able to have quirks. I know the timeline wouldn’t match but but consider it, a vampire with a quirk would be-” Midoriya was still going, speaking at a pace that was hard to keep up with, but it was nice to hear his friend talking about his species, even in the realm of fantasy. At least Tenya knew that Midoriya would definitely have a lot of questions if he knew.

Tenya never ate breakfast, well he did technically, but he never ate the solid food that was prepared. He mostly just sat there, talking with his classmates about what they wrote. It seemed Hagakure had written about the invisible man and how mutation quirks were pre-demonized, a lot of the mutated classmates had gone for that angle in their essays, and Tenya couldn’t blame them; although engine was a mutation quirk, he hadn’t really had to face the kind of scorn that would have happened if it had affected his face in any way. He could, however, relate on two fronts; there were never any trousers that fit him correctly, it all had to be custom fitted, and as a vampire, he knew too well what it was like to be demonized and villainized. Luckily, it was easy enough for him to hide what he was, he did worry that people saw his fangs when he brushed his teeth, but Kirishima had those pointy teeth of his, so there was really nothing to worry about.

Bakugo and Momo had both written about werewolves; though Momo had gone the political route whilst Bakugo had just written about how ‘badass’ they were. Kaminari and Kirishima had written about pikachu and sharks respectively, no one had the heart to tell them they’d almost definitely fail this time. Tenya was just glad no one knew vampires were real, or both he and Midoriya would be in just as much trouble as Kirishima. Also Todoroki apparently? The half and half boy had also written about vampires, specifically about how they’re seen as the highest of high society and often large family units. Tenya assumed he was using it as an outlet for his own family issues, but it did sound like a very interesting essay. He personally didn’t think his family was any different from a human one, but he could see why more old-school families would be so elitist.

Homeroom was nothing too out of the ordinary, Mr Aizawa spoke to them about pressure from the public to do more normal school activities, so he warned them that some of their teachers would be gearing up for group projects, and to pray you get sorted into a good group. Tenya wondered a little about what kind of injuries that would cause, but he didn’t have time to think, as it was english next.

”GOOOOOOOD MOOOOORNNIIINNNGG CLAAAAASSS!!” in he came; Mr Yamada, also known as Present Mic, came walking into the class, putting a stack of papers on the desk. He took the voice modulator off and the students took their hands off their ears. Tenya, personally, didn’t mind the noise, as his engine made quite the roars at times. “I hope you all finished your essays! I’ll be coming around to collect them during the lesson!” he sighed, gazing over the class. Tenya stared up at him expectantly, wondering what their task for today might be. “So I was going to talk about how writing changes between the written word and spoken word, but Principal Nezu says we need to do group work, so I’m going to put you into five groups of four. You’re going to pick a creature from the list I’m putting on the board, then I’ll tell you the project.” He then turned and grabbed the chalk, writing down the names of five different mythical creatures;

Fairies…

Mermaids/Sirens…

Werewolves…

Yokai…

Vampires…

Of course it was up there, it had to be. Tenya was just surprised it wasn’t higher on the list, he hoped he’d get that one, he was never one for fiction. Mr Yamda turned back to them, “raise your hands if you did a project on fairies?”

Both Aoyama and Sato raised their hands, Mr Yamada nodded, writing their name next to the word fairies, “Aaaallllriiiiiight! You two can be in a group, we’ll figure out who to add afterwards. How about mermaids, who did them?”

Jirou raised her hand and… oh dear, so did Mineta. “I did sirens sir, they-”

“Sir can I go to a different group?”

“I’m afraid not Jirou, I can’t do that. Don’t worry though, you won’t have to deal with him alone.” Poor Jirou, Tenya couldn’t imagine how she must be feeling at that moment, it must be horrible. “Who did werewolves?” Both Momo and Bakugo raised their hands, glancing at each other. They both already knew what the other had done, but now they were regretting everything. “OOOooOOOOOoooHHHhh!! This one’s gonna be good, I can tell!” Mr Yamada laughed, writing their names down. “Yokai anyone?” Tokoyaki and Ojiro both raised their hands, they’d used Yokai to talk about how mutations were treated by the general public. “I should have known,” he chuckled as he wrote those names on the board, smiling as he turned back to the class, “now how many of you did vampires?”

Tenya raised his hand, straight up in the air, he smiled proudly as he saw Midoriya hesitantly raise his hand and Todoroki barely lifted his hand high enough to be noticed. Mr Yamada nodded, rolling his eyes fondly, “oh dear, I pity whoever gets grouped with you three.” Tenya wasn’t entirely sure what he meant, but he said nothing as he watched Mr Yamada write their names on the board. “Alright kids, so who wants to cover fairies with Aoyama and Sato?”

A few hands were raised and eventually every student was in a group, the person who was put in Tenya’s group alongside himself, Midoriya and Todoroki was Uraraka. It was perfect, she was someone they all enjoyed spending time with. It was then that Mr Yamada turned to the class, ready to announce what the project was, “alright kids, what I want you do to for this project is to make a mockumentary on the creature you’ve picked, I don’t care what tools you use to do so, but it must look good. By the end of the month I want a transcript, a file of research and plans, and the mockumentary for me to grade. If you need absolutely anything, please tell me. For now, though, it’d just like you to brainstorm. Have fun!”

A documentary? Tenya thought the idea of getting to write and film a documentary about his own kind seemed fun, he didn’t know that much but he knew more than his friends. “I think a documentary sounds like an enjoyable project,” he stated as Uraraka joined them at the table they’d made by pushing their desks together.

“Mockumentary,” Todoroki corrected, “vampires are fictional.”

“You don’t know that,” Uraraka corrected him, sitting down, “I believe vampires could exist, they’re no different to people with blood quirks aren’t they?”

Both Todoroki and Midoriya seemed to think this was a reasonable assessment so Tenya had to step in, “pardon me Uraraka but you’re sorely mistaken for there are much less blood quirk users then there would be vampires for the seer fact that vampires are a subset of the species homosapien and not, as you assumed, merely a human with a quirk. In fact it would be impossible for a vampire to hide if they were how you put it, as blood quirk users very rarely have a secondary quirk, get as their own subset, vampires would have just as many quirks as a regular human. If you looked at vampires like they are-”

“Iida, they’re not real.” Midoriya stepped in, “we don’t need to get into details like that until we start writing, we’re just brainstorming now.”

“Ah yes,” Iida nodded, feeling a little silly, “my apologies.” He wished they knew, just so he could talk about it to his heart's content. They were just brainstorming now, planning what they could do. It was Todoroki who said Uraraka could fill the role of the damsel in distress that you see so often in media, and it was Uraraka who responded she could also fill the murderess role.

[100hearteyes]

Clextober18 - 24 - Werewolves/Vampires

Clarke doesn't believe that Lexa is an actual werewolf - just a short, silly drabble for this prompt.

[sorry for typos and shit — it was written on my phone]

Clarke met Lexa at a Halloween party. It was thrown by Raven and hosted by Octavia, her two best friends, and several friends of Octavia's new boyfriend's, Lincoln, were invited.

Clarke was hanging by the couches, a cold beer between her fingers and a gladiator costume wrapped around her body, when her eyes swooped to the door quite by accident and all breath was punched from her chest. At the door was a goddess badly disguised as a werewolf, with claws and a tail and wolf ears on top of her head. The props themselves looked realistic, but they weren't enough in number to make the girl actually look like a werewolf.

That's something Clarke would only notice later, though. At that moment, she only had eyes for that perfect, angular face, with tall cheeks and a sharp jaw, pouty lips and piercing eyes that Clarke couldn't discern the color of from the distance. It was time to get closer, then. For the sake of art.

"Hey," she greeted, extending her hand, when she got close enough to the girl. "I'm Clarke. Octavia's best friend."

The girl looked at her and gave a small, lopsided smile. "Lexa. I'm Lincoln's. Best friend, I mean," she added.

During their talk, Clarke learned that Lexa was really smart and had a brand of self-confidence that was rooted in knowing your value without being smug. Lexa was soft-spoken and gentlewomanly, funny in a very dry and unexpected way, and — that is when Clarke finally noticed her costume in full detail — terrible at dressing up as a werewolf.

Later, when they were dancing, Clarke forgot all about costumes and brains and kindness, and focused back on looks, sexiness, and moves that were so fluid they should be a crime. After another beer and a slow dance, all Clarke could think of was the feeling of Lexa's hand in hers as she led them to one of the guest rooms.

Soon she was lying back on the bed with Lexa on top of her and almost all their clothes gone. Lexa's tail was gone already, most likely taken off during one of their deep kisses, as were the claws from what the slight rake of nails over Clarke's sides told her, but the ears were still sticking out from under her hair. Clarke tugged at them to remove them, but Lexa whined like a hurt puppy and recoiled, much to Clarke's confusion.

"Um. They are really tightly strapped to my hair," Lexa explained, before kissing Clarke again. When they pulled apart, the ears were no longer there. Clarke smirked at Lexa's eagerness to take them off and ran her fingers through the brunette's hair where they once were.

"Be careful with the ears, they looked way too real to have been cheap."

"Don't worry, they're safely tucked in one of the pockets of my jeans," Lexa said, pecking her lips.

Clarke leaned on their elbows and looked at Lexa's jeans, frowning. "You mean your jeans that are on the other side of the room?"

Lexa's eyes widened. "Oh. I mean– I put them under them the bed. Along with the tail and... The claws. I'm sorry, my mind is just too foggy from having you under me," Lexa added with a chuckle.

All thoughts of unconvincing incongruences flew from Clarke's mind right at that instant and she flipped their bodies, coming out on top. "Maybe this will help."

Now under her, Lexa was flushed and panting, looking up at her with hunger. "Only if you do something with it."

----

Six months have passed since that night. Lexa had seemed fully intent on leaving it at a one night stand, but Clarke had other ideas and soon enough they were duly committed and exclusive. Even now she smirks at the way she turned Lexa around with a single, devastating glare.

And now, Clarke has Lexa in front of her, pacing around the room like she can't find the words to tell her something. Which is weird, because Lexa always knows what to say. It's also deeply amusing.

"Babe... Relax."

Lexa stops mid-step and swivels around with an imploring look on her face. "Clarke, I can't. It's just—"

"Did you cheat on me?" she asks, knowing the answer.

Lexa looks affronted. "What? No!"

"Do you want to breakup?"

Lexa shakes her head vigorously. "Never."

"Then you have nothing to worry about," Clarke concludes with a shrug.

"Yes. I do."

"Lexa, what could be so bad that—"

"I'm a werewolf."

"What?" Clarke asks with a surprised, confused chuckle. Lexa kneels in front of her and lays both hands on her knees.

"I am a werewolf, Clarke."

This time, Clarke can't help herself and breaks out laughing. Her amusement dies down when she notices that Lexa isn't laughing with her, however.

"Oh... You're serious." Lexa nods gravely. Clarke cups her girlfriend's face and brushes a thumb over her cheekbone. "Lexa, baby... Werewolves don't exist," she coos, a little condescending.

Lexa removes Clarke's hands from her face. "Yes, they do. And I am one."

"You were one. At the Halloween party where we met. And it looked pretty phoney to be honest."

"No, Clarke. I am a werewolf now. I mean— I have always been one."

Now, Clarke is genuinely worried for her girlfriend. "Lexa... Do you need to see someone? Or take some medication, maybe? I could ask Jasper and Monty for some weed if you want."

Lexa jumps to her feet. "No, Clarke," she exclaims. "Why won't you believe me?"

"Because werewolves aren't real, Lexa!"

"They are!"

"Then show me!"

"I can't! Not if you don't believe me!"

Clarke scoffs. "That's exactly what someone who has nothing to show would say."

"Fine," Lexa growls, and runs her hands through her hair. As they slide towards the back of her head, a pair of hairy, pointy ears pops up on top. Lexa's hands leave their hiding place behind her head and she opens her palms in front of her — her fingers now sporting claws. Dramatic as ever.

Clarke knows what she's seeing, but there has to be a reasonable explanation. There always is. Science explains everything, even love. So science must be the explanation for what she's seeing now.

"You also had a tail."

Lexa rolls her eyes and turns her back to Clarke, then lowers her pants, letting a fluffy tail spring free. It waves lightly and — dare Clarke say — realistically.

"These are just the parts I can show you without turning into an actual wolf," Lexa says. "When you tugged at my ears at the party and I whined... It's because you were actually tugging at my years, not just a prop."

"And you can withdraw them any time you want?"

"Anytime I want," Lexa confirms, and then her eyes shine with hope. "Does this mean you believe me?"

"I believe you have weird, retractable ears and claws and a tail. Werewolf is too much of a stretch."

Lexa sighs. "Clarke, the signs are all there, I've never hidden them. I eat a lot of meat, I whine when I'm in pain, and I growl when I'm annoyed. And I always have plans for full moon nights."

"I'm not exactly up to date with the full moon calendar."

"Why don't you want to believe me?"

"You're telling me to believe that you're something that doesn't exist!" Clarke bursts, standing up. "I'm a woman of science! I believe in what I see—"

"I've shown you ears, claws and a tail—"

"That's hardly anything to go by," she counters, but it sounds wrong even to her ears. "Lexa, I believe in science. I believe that things can be explained logically. You're showing me folklore and fantasy."

"The Spanish have a saying: 'I don't believe in witches, but que las hay...'"

"Well, I'm not Spanish!"

Clarke doesn't know anymore if she keeps insisting that she doesn't believe Lexa because she actually doesn't believe Lexa or because she wants to see whatever Lexa might have to show her. At this point, it's probably a bit of both.

"I don't want to scare you, Clarke."

Lexa's small voice finally breaks her. Clarke sighs and walls up to her girlfriend, then holds both her hands.

"You won't scare me," she says with sincerity. "I won't believe anything till I see it, but whatever you have to show me you can be sure that you won't scare me."

Lexa nods, a hesitant, hopeful little tilt of her head, and steps away from Clarke. For long moments, nothing happens, and then Clarke almost screams.

Lexa's back arches forcibly and starts growing hair at great speed. More dark grey hair sprouts from her ears and her claws, while her hands turn into paws and her legs twist and grow hair until they become animal-like. Lexa's nose elongates until turns into a snout, and her clothes tear with each jerk of her body. Soon a heap of clothes is laying torn on the floor and instead of Lexa, Clarke is facing a huge wolf with paws the size of her hands and fur a shiny, nightly grey. Its only human-like feature are the eyes, deep and a forest green, where Clarke sees Lexa as though she were staring at a human face.

Rather than fighting or flying, Clarke's body decides to freeze. There is a huge wolf in the middle of her living room. It's not just a wolf though, is it? It's a werewolf. A goddamn werewolf who is also her girlfriend and is staring at her like it's waiting for her to say something. But Clarke can't say something — she can't say anything at all, because if werewolves exist, then how the hell is she supposed to trust science again? And what other species and mystical creaturey could there be? And how is it possible for a human to change its genome in a matter of seconds? And why is there a werewolf in the middle of her living room?

The werewolf whines. Realizing that Clarke won't react soon, it sighs and turns around towards the bedroom hall. It's only when Lexa has disappears that Clarke snaps back to reality.

Shit.

----

It takes Clarke longer than she'd care to admit to face the music and knock on the door she knows Lexa is behind.

"Enter," comes a quiet voice from inside the room.

Clarke opens the door and her heart breaks when she sees Lexa sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out into the city below. She pads over to the bed and sits down next to Lexa. She takes her girlfriend's hand and lays her head on a bony shoulder.

"I didn't freeze because you're a werewolf. I'm not even afraid."

She doesn't say more; she wants Lexa to talk to her, ask her why she froze. She just kisses Lexa's shoulder and straightens up, keeping her girlfriend company in watching the city.

Lexa's vulnerable green eyes lock with Clarke's. She's been crying. "Why did you freeze, then?"

"I froze because there was a werewolf in my living room and the one thing that always explains everything couldn't explain that. I froze because I was wrong."

That manages to draw a smile from Lexa's lips. "You often are. You just refuse to acknowledge it most of the time."

"Asshole," she chuckles. Then, "You're a beautiful wolf.”

"Thanks."

They stay there in silence, simply enjoying each other's company. She surprises herself by breaking it.

"Does the full moon force your transformation?"

Lexa nods and smiles, hope once again pulling the corners of her mouth even higher and wider.

"It is harmless, but I didn't want you to see it before. Does this mean you believe me?"

"Yes," Clarke confirms, squeezing Lexa's hand. "And I'll be with you this time. I will protect you."

"I don't need protection, Clarke."

"All evidence suggests that you do," Clarke smirks. "After all, only an idiot would decide to dress up as themselves for Halloween."

[askmyboys]

OC Descriptions!

Iver, Flynn, Finn, and Boop are the main four who’ll supposedly run this blog, however that doesn’t mean the rest in this list aren’t available for questioning!

Btw- some of these descriptions are old and I am too fuckin lazy to fix some of them, so basically a summary of most my characters: Some are bitchy, a bit narcissistic, a huge asshole, tol, monstrous, some are monstrous but very kind soft n sweet

Name: Warroch | Species: Giant | | Height: 120ft | | Age: N/A |  Gender: Male | Eye Color: Sapphire | Hair Color: Dirty Blonde | Goatee style/color: Dirty Blonde (Extended Goatee) | Appearance: Blue jeans and plain t-shirts, he's not a picky person with clothing. Of course he has pointy elf-like ears too. He also has vampire-esque fangs that seem very sharp and absolutely deadly. | Personality: Grouchy, grumbly, scruffy, etc. Honestly, its obvious who Iver takes after the most, sure Iver does have some traits from his mother too but he took after his father the most. The big grouch looks absolutely intimidating upon first meeting, which wouldn't be surprising considering what he did in the past (I'll get to that in side facts) he's actually just like a grumbly old giant now who wouldn't really harm anyone or destroy anything. | Side facts: Now, what I meant by the whole something he did in his past, he wasn't always just a relaxed and friendly giant, he used to be feared and ''respected'' which he still is of course, but... He doesn't do anything like he used to, he used to stomp around villages, snatching tinies up, devouring them, destroying they're homes, the entire villages they lived in. He was no protector, that was for sure... However, overtime he had met a woman named Rose, she was the only one that ever caught his eye... And she actually managed to tame the ornery brute believe it or not, but there will be more about Rose when I get to her side facts. Name: Rose | Species: Giantess | Gender: Female | Height: 115ft | Age: N/A | Eye Color: Forest Green | Hair Color: Light brown | Appearance: Light blue dress, she surprisingly has no fangs, she also has pointy elf-like ears as well (shh, pointy ears are best ears okay?) | Personality: Kind, sweet, nice, overall motherly. She is surprisingly one of the nicest and kindest giantesses you could ever meet, she has never harmed a fly, literally, she found a fly once and just let it go, it seems surprising that someone like Warroch would get together with her. | Side Facts: Yep, she's with one of the most feared giants in all the lands, she was the only one he ever loved, the only one he set eyes on, but of course... She didn't like the fact he destroyed the lands, so she tried to get him to change his ways... To stop harming innocent people, and destroying they're lands. He reluctantly agreed, it was for her... He'd do anything for Rose, even if it meant stopping his daily rampages, he loved her too much so he decided to try and change, of course the damage was already done with everyone... Everyone feared him, and that would never change but... At least he did, at least he's not rampaging anymore. Name: Boop | Gender: Male | Age 27 | Hair color: Brown | Eye color: Yellow and Blue | Model 2 | Version 2.0 | Company: Boop Inc. | Personality: Aggressive, he is an aggressive robot that does NOT like being used, he doesn’t care about what you want, he feels as though he’s just a toy, just another piece of machinery, he hates humanity for inventing him, he never asked to be created. He was a failed project due to him failing one of the most important rules, never harm a human, they pushed him aside, threw him away like scrap metal so he holds a grudge against his creators and remains elusive, if they find him they will destroy him, he had escaped after ‘The Incident’ and he never returned to that awful place since. | Objectives: {Primary} Search engine, which means he has to search up whatever the user wants, he can do many tasks and also can provide entertainment if needed. {Secondary} Revenge. Revenge against the company that created him, he wants to destroy them, every single one of them. (about Boop, he's mostly chill around people who aren't of his or a company or anything of the sort, he doesn't necessarily trust random humans right off the bat but if your kind to him then, most likely he won't just up and attack you) Name: Iver | Species: Giant | Gender: Male | Age: 30 | Height: 116 ft | Hair color: Dark brown | Eye color: Forest Green | Clothing: He usually wears plain t-shirts with some black pants | Facial hair: A goatee (Chin Puff style) |  Personality: Oddly sweet for a giant, he wouldn’t ever harm a tiny with malicious intent/on purpose, he has a tiny pal himself, (well ahem, pals~) he’s very overprotective of his tiny/tinies so be prepared to be scooped up by him if he feels there’s a threat around. He tries to act tough most of the time, but normally when he acts tough it winds up scaring his tiny friends and he immediately feels bad and tries to calm them down by any means. (he's changed a lot since this bio, he is sweet and has no malicious intent but he's ornery, sometimes a bit of a dick, and a t e a s e) | Side facts: His ears are pointed with some piercings in them, he has rows of razor bladed teeth which boosts his intimidation factor when he smiles, he uses his common sense/rationality more than his instincts which makes him quite reasonable.

True Name: Demetrius | Name he usually goes by: Flynn | Gender: Male | Age: N/A | Species/Race: Demon | Occupation: Unknown | Height: 20ft | Eye Color: His pupils are Red (the white's of his eyes are black however) | Appearance: His skin is red with brown fur that covers his chest, arms, and legs entirely (the only bits uncovered are his face, his stomach, and his tail which only has brown fur on the tip, that way you can see his skin color, the only hair/fur on his face is that of a goatee, the hair atop his head is extremely messy) He has hooves for feet like most demon entities and of course horns that are in the shape of a Indian Buffalo's, he also has razor sharp claws and teeth as well | Personality: Evil, cruel, and somewhat manipulative, he more so prefers to terrorize and traumatize humans rather than manipulate them into making deals with him or whatever it is most demons do, not to say he CAN'T be manipulative at all he just doesn't prefer to be, he does get annoyed with how very fragile human minds and bodies can be however, if he's in the middle of a game and they die or break completely, it just ruins the fun to him, sure that is his end goal 9 times outta 10 but dying or breaking in the MIDDLE of a game? Now that's just rude! | Side Facts: If you summon him, there is a 50% chance you will die in the end or break completely down, there are rare occasions he'll feel lazy and just pester and annoy the absolute hell out of you, that could prove to be worser than death itself in all honesty, this demon has a bit of a sweet tooth, now... He might be cruel and evil, but uh, sometimes his sweet tooth can get in the way of a game, maybe if your lucky he'd make a deal with ya involving that in some way. ...Be advised however, not only does the demon have a sweet tooth for actual sweets, but perhaps he has a bit of a sweet tooth for humans as well, he may wind up taking a chunk out of you if he gets hungry enough, its not TECHNICALLY cannibalism if he's a demon and your a human after all... 

Name: Finn | Gender: Male | Species/Race: Satyr | Age: ??? | Occupation: Supposed guardian of the forest, he guards the elders and the younglings (sometimes the occasional animal as well) | Height: 8ft | Appearance: His fur is black, he has fur covering almost all of his body except for the front of his arms and his face (the only fur on his face is on his chin which acts mostly as a beard, and his head which acts as hair) the skin he has that shows along his arms and face are both a pale grey color, along with his tail which is pale grey up until the tip which has more black fur on it, his horns are in the shape of a Kudu's and the claws extending from his hands also have a black coloring to them, he also has long pointed ears similar to an elf's. All of his teeth are also razor sharp, I can't help myself- the sharper the teeth the better, fangs are a bit overrated, give ya demons and other variations of beings- make ALL their teeth sharp | Eye Color: Forest Green (one of his eyes has a long scar over it, however it appears he can still see fine out of it) Personality: Cold but only when it comes to humans, he can be very cruel to humans, its mostly because the pain they have caused him and the scar(s) they gave him, both mentally and physically, he remembered the humans used to be so kind to him and his family, however something changed one day and suddenly, the humans decided it was time to end most of their kind, he watched as they killed and captured his family and friends, he had tried fighting back at one point however one of the humans lifted up their weapon and slashed at him (hence how he got the scar on his eye) He isn't very open about his past, not even to the other satyr's, only one of the elder's know about his past however they swore to him they wouldn't tell another soul, he isn't evil or at least he doesn't think so, he just doesn't trust humans and would prefer to kill any he comes across, he doesn't think they can be reasoned with, nor can they show kindness, not to a creature such as himself... And he won't risk it, he won't risk letting any more of his kind get hurt or worse. Side Facts: He patrols the entirety of the forest, it might take him hours but either way, he WILL make sure that NO humans enters these parts, he has put up a warning sign however that doesn't seem to stop some humans from coming through here, mostly hunters of course, even then, maybe they'll think twice about ignoring signs that say danger on them next time, if there even is a next time for them (spoiler, most likely their won't) He actually gets along very well with his own kind, the kids seem to love making flower crowns for him which he happily wears of course, he is actually the tallest of his kind even compared to some of the elders, the kids seem to love his height however, they try to climb on him most of them time which doesn't bother him much, he's got enough strength to hold them all up anyways, the kids know nothing of his hatred for humans, neither do the elders, if the elders knew, they would probably try to make him make peace with said humans ...Like hell he would e v e r trust another human again...

   Name: Zippy | Species/Race: Unknown | Gender: Male | Occupation: Jester | Age: ??? | Eye Color: (since I'm bad at explaining this, picture a Jester's makeup around the eyes but as their ACTUAL eyes, in a plus-like symbol, somethin like that) he has purple pupils in the middle | Height: 4in | Appearance: Wears a purple and green Jester's outfit along with the typical fool's hat, (underneath said hat are some horns), and his body is a plum color (along with the horns which is also plum colored), he also has a tail with the shape of a heart at the end of it (it is the same color as his body) | Personality: Sweet, a bit shy at times, but caring nonetheless... No harm, no foul, no dirty tricks from this kind little jester, he does love to play games however and entertain people as much as he can! He is extremely fast and claims to be the best at a game of tag, or 'chase', and especially hide and seek. He still loves his brother, even if his brother is a troublemaker and loves to cause people misfortune, and terrorize them, he wishes he could get the other jester to stop but he knows that's hopeless, so he'll just have to take over whenever someone comes and visits! | Side Facts: Zippy's name isn't just random coincidence, he has that name because of his speed, he rarely gets tired so if your going to play any games with him you had better have good stamina to keep up with this tiny but fast jester! His brother has and never WILL be mean to him, in fact- Zippy and Zeppy get along amazingly well, if anyone tries to hurt Zippy, his big brother will take care of them in a hurry, even if Zippy tries to talk him out of it. Zippy is a softie at heart, he could never hurt anyone, even if they hurt him or worse... He doesn't like hurting people unlike his brother who would honestly just do it for fun if he would allow it, however... Don't think Zippy is a pushover because of this, hurt his family, his friends, and his brother especially then you are in for one hell of a time, he doesn't like to fight, so if its possible... He will simply try to talk his way out of things, fighting is an absolute last resort. ------------------------ Name: Zeppy | Species/Race: Unknown | Gender: Male | Age: ??? | Occupation: Jester | Eye Color: He has the same eye pattern as Zippy, except his pupils are red instead of purple | Height: 7in | Appearance: Black and Red Jester's outfit, same goes for his hat except of course the bells on it, his skin is rather bloody red, same for the horns underneath his hat (which are a bit longer than his brother's), he has a normal-looking demon tail, with a shape of the very typical spear at the end (his tail is also the same color as his body) | Personality: He is definitely not as kind as his brother, the games he plays could be life-threatening even! ...For you that is, he's definitely the trickster time and it is wise you don't turn your back on him nor ever trust him, he absolutely loves to terrorize people and doesn't much get along with any humans or any other species really, the only one he truly cares about is his brother, sure, he has other family but his brother is more important than they are if the truth was told... Don't expect him to show you the same kindness and mercy as his brother does, even if you haven't even done anything wrong. | Side Facts: He does care for his brother immensely, he doesn't like it however with his brother befriending just EVERYBODY, he's afraid deep down... Afraid his brother will get hurt in some way if he 'befriends' the wrong type of person, he just wants to look out for him. Whenever he tries to play any of his games with well, virtually anybody, his brother always scolds and nags him about how his version of games are too dangerous, and he'll also scold him for scaring people, etc. So he of course tries not to play any games, or do anything too serious in front of Zippy.

Name: Oliver | Nicknames: Oli/Olive | Gender: Male | Height: 35ft | Species: ??? | Age: ??? | Eye(s) colors: From black to white, he has many eyes of many colors | Fur color: Black | Horn color: Dark red | Tail color: Dark green (devil-style) | Appearance: He has eyes all over his body, he has razor sharp teeth and claws as sharp as knives, a devil-style tail that looks like it could cut, and horns that look like they could cut through steel. | Personality: Despite looking purely like a demon spawn from the fiery pits of hell or a creature from your deepest darkest nightmares, he’s actually peaceful and docile. He doesn’t wanna harm anyone really, he just wants to make friends but its hard due to his appearance, the best thing to do is never piss him off or else your asking for trouble. | Side notes: No one knows what he exactly is, some say he’s a creature that comes to you in your nightmares but not to do harm. Others say he came from hell itself and that he is Satan, but the logical ones rationalize it and say he was an experiment that went horribly, horribly wrong. And, the logical ones would be correct. Experiment 05 was his “name” the scientists had deemed him, it was believed he had used to be human but… something happened one day, one of the scientists had scared the man, the man had thought they were going to cut into him, or stick him with a needle, something horrible, so he began panicking and swinging around violently. But, that was his mistake, he had ran into a shelf and tipped over all of its contents onto him. That is what had mutated him into this hellish beast you see now, that’s why he flees whenever he sees sharp objects (like knives, scalpels, etc) or needles, or even scientists in general. (( Well, correction, he flees when he sees MOST scientists, however he knows Artemis’s scent and is perfectly fine around him ))

(Boop’s has “brothers” btw- they would be just named after colors, there’s Red, Green, Purple, Black, (Boop himself is really yellow) annd a secret one known as Blue, not much to their bios and its old so I dont wanna show)

(Revi who you most likely won’t see bc god forbid that happens, he’s a really mean ornery boyo- I wont give his description bc it needs some tweaking, but all you need to know is he IS apart of Iver in a way, like a mirrored version of him, his eyes are a darker green, his hair would be black, and his voice much deeper)

Name: Kaijin | Species: Giant Troll | Gender: Male | Age: N/A | Height: 120ft | Fur color/Hair color: Dark brown | Eye color: Black sclera' with blue slit pupils | Appearance: His whole body is practically covered in dark brown fur, the top of his head has fur that acts as hair upon it, it is very messy due to how much he sleeps, he has two brown horns atop his head in the style of a Bighorn Ram's, he has claws as sharp as knives so be careful, teeth as sharp as scissors, and pawed feet that also have sharp claws adorning them, he also has a big fluffy and bushy tail. | Personality: Overall a real sweetheart, he loves to cuddle so you have been warned, he wouldn’t harm a fly let alone any humans, unless of course you mess with his food then he gets extremely grouchy. He also hates mornings so its best to let him sleep or your dealing with a very grouchy and upset troll, he can be very playful at times as well, but he knows to be careful with tiny humans, not that any really approach him, I mean… Wouldn’t you be scared of a giant troll at first sight? He’s a chubby baby who loves cuddles, playful fun and a whole lotta food. | Side facts: He got that cute chub tum, his teeth and claws however up his intimidation factor unintentionally, his eyes seem as though they can practically pierce the soul, he can tell when something’s wrong with someone so he’ll do his best to try and cheer them up. He also has big floofy and pointed ears and loves if you scratch or pet them, pulling them would result in an angery bby however.

Name: Rum | Nicknames: Rummy/Rummers/Rum-a-dum/Satan’s little helper (call him any of those and your as good as dead) | Gender: Male | Species: Demon/Shapeshifter | Height: (He can change his size if he wants honestly but his 'natural height’ is) 7'0 | Age: ??? | Eye color: Black Sclera', Grey-ish white pupils | Fur/Hair color: Black | Tail Style/Color: Devil style, Dark Grey | Horn Style/Color: Dirty Grey, Ram Style. | Appearance: (In his true form aka his demon form) He has fur on his belly, back, arms, and legs. He doesn’t wear clothes while in this form as he really doesn’t have anything that needs covered up in his true form. He also has razor sharp shark-like teeth along with black claws that can easily shred flesh in an instant. Personality: He can be mysterious with his words, you never know if his intentions are good or bad until its too late, he never reveals them until he’s finished messing with you, he treats things like a game when it comes to humans, interactions with them, its like one big game to him, he wants to find whatever way he can to fuck with them. He is very mischievous, he often gets himself and others into trouble because of his reckless actions, its not like he cares though, he’ll just be sitting there cackling after all is said and done. Side facts: He can be sarcastic, a bit of an asshole at times, other times unusually casual, calm and collected, however if you piss him off you are in for one HELL of a time, he can shapeshift into your worst nightmare, he can make your life an absolute living hell. He can be rather… manipulative in a way, if he wants something bad enough he’d do whatever it took to get it. He also has a large pitchfork he often carries around with him, if anyone saw him he’d say its for 'cosplay’ purposes most likely. (yes, cosplay purposes are a good excuse- I mean- to be fair its believable and more realistic, truth be told he's been updated personality wise too, he's a fucking assholes who'll torment you to ungodly ends) Name: Oconos | Species: Merman | Gender: Male (I know its obvious ^^’) | Height: 130ft long | Hair color: Aqua blue | Appearence: The lower half of his body is of course, like a fish tail, he has some fins almost like a shark, and the color of his lower half is blue mixed with teal, his upper half is completely human, he is pale (as fuck boyo), he has a beard (ducktail style: Yes I did look up references to beards/goatees haha) and he has really sharp and pointy fangs. | Personality: He is honestly the biggest sweetheart, sure he may appear terrifying due to how gigantic he is but he would never ever harm anyone, he loves humans a lot actually, he’s absolutely fascinated by them, but of course most are scared of him so he tries keeping his distance as to not spook the lil fellas. Although he may be a sweetheart and a kind spirit, but if you so much as dare to harm him or one of his friends then he will have no trouble with getting rid of you, sure he doesn’t care for killing in the slightest but he will do what he must to protect himself and his friends. | Side facts: He’s almost like a shark when he goes out to hunt for food, despite being so large he moves pretty fast and is very agile, sometimes he might stick his shark fin up as he’s swimming just to scare people for a moment, its all in good fun of course, no harm will be done. (maybe some more facts will be added later on) Name: Fritz | Gender: Male | Species: Drider | Age: ??? | Height: 4 inches | Hair color: Orange | Eye color: Red | Appearance His upper body is all human while his lower body is all spider, hence the whole half-spider half-human hybrid thing. He is actually a Redback spider, his colors being black with a red patch going down his back. | Personality: Despite being one of the most deadly spiders around, he is actually usually a pacifist, he is absolutely terrified of humans and is worried if they catch him they'll stomp on him, tear his legs off, etc. He had heard stories from his parents about humans, and what he heard made him never want to get around one... He is shy and timid anyways, so he does have a hard time approaching others, he doesn't like to kill prey either but he has to eat so even if he kills an insect or something its just 'I'm t-terribly... sor....s-so...sorry Mr/Mrs Insect!' Overall you don't have to worry about him being aggressive and biting you randomly. | Side Facts: If you approach him even without a weapon he will most likely run at first sight, especially if your a human, he does not want to be around you at all at first, if you can prove to him you won't rip his legs off or torture him in some horrible way then maybe he'll trust you and you can be friends, however it will take him awhile to trust and he takes awhile to speak as well so you must be patient with this precious spidey boi.

Name: Patches | Nicknames: Patchy/Patch | Gender: Male | Species/Race: Ventriloquist (Puppet) | Age: N/A | Height: 6'in | Hair Color: Black | Facial Hair: Black (Goatee) | Appearance: Surprisingly his hair looks to be well kept, even if a piece could stick out its doubtful it would as slick as his hair looks, he wears overalls that have a few patches here and there (that's not why he's named Patches tho) | Personality: He's actually quite docile compared to most puppets, despite what's happened to him he doesn't seek to harm just anyone, so long as they don't attack him or anything then they'll be just fine, he can even speak on his own, he is a sentient being (despite being a form of puppet) he can walk and talk all on his own. Side Facts: Unfortunately the reason he's called Patches is because he has patches sewn onto his eyes or well where his eyes would be, they are in the form of X's on each eye and underneath his clothing, he is pretty much covered in patches it was either to hide some imperfections or just as a very cruel joke, he does loathe the one who did this to him... He will always loathe them for doing this but there isn't much he can do, now whenever he sees sewing needles or anything of the sort he pretty much just runs and hides, he's absolutely terrified of that now. While he is blind he relies on his hearing immensely, as for walking around, he tends to either feel around or he merely uses something similar to a walking stick. Name: Pitch | Gender: Male | Species/Race: Shadow Puppet | Age: N/A | Height: 4'in | Body Color: Pitch Black (aside from his eyes and mouth which are white) | Appearance: His usual appearance is just like the shadow of a small male, he does have hair that sticks out in many places (its a mess), he does have his own limbs (arms, legs, etc) and overall he looks as if he's his own being, there is two notable features about this puppet and that's his mouth and eyes... His eyes are very swirly/squiggly, surprisingly they are very white, same goes for his mouth which is usually curled up into a rather unsettling grin. | Personality: A rather cheeky lil shit, he just loves to stir up trouble wherever he goes, he absolutely loves to cause chaos and scare people, since he is a shadow puppet he'll usually shift into another form (whatever he thinks would cause the most fear) but at this point he's learned that he could scare people without doing that, its just fun to spice things up every once in awhile. There's no use in trying to get him to change or stop, he'll continue doing it as much as he pleases, he's caused so much trouble, so much fear, to his own creator even and drove them to the point of insanity. I'd watch out around this puppet, you never know when he'll strike next. Side Facts: He can't speak, the most he can do is just giggle and grin, his mood is determined by his mouth since that's honestly the only way you could ever tell he's mad or anything, usually you'll just see that cheeky lil grin plastered onto his face, only occasionally will you ever see a frown. He can communicate if you give him something to write with, while his writing is rather sloppy it is intelligible enough to read. He doesn't need to eat or drink anything (hence being a puppet) BUT if you decide to put him in your house, well its your own funeral. 

(Basically, Pitch is a cheeky lil chaotic shit, Patches is a bit more calm and reserved in a way, their bio might get a bit tweaked)

  WARNING BEFORE YOU CONTINUE, ZORANDER IS A VERY NOT SO NICE CHARACTER AND THERE IS SOME GORE IN HIS DESC, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Name: Zorander | Alias: More well known a Doctor Zorander | Species/Race: Human | Gender: Male | Occupation: Dentist/Surgeon | Appearance: He wears a normal outfit that most doctor's wear, a lab coat with some scrubs underneath, when going into surgery he changes into the surgeon attire | Hair Color: Brown  | Eye Color: Grey | Facial Hair: Circle beard | Personality: Cold, cruel, and uncaring mostly... This dentist/surgeon is DEFINITELY N O T someone you want to operate on you or even be near, just know if you have him as your dentist and or surgeon, you are severely screwed. He has a fascination with teeth, flesh, and organs, and is admittedly a perfectionist when it comes to his 'work', nothing less than perfection will be tolerated when it comes to this man, he is actually very calm however when messing up a 'surgery' and or any dental work it can make him angry to ungodly amounts, other than that he is usually a calm man. | Side Facts: He surprisingly has little trouble when it comes to hiding his 'work' after its done... He's been doing this so long, honestly he has forgot the very reason for doing ANY of this in the first place. He is absolutely fascinated with teeth, flesh, organs and all of that, he has rows of jars with teeth in them on his shelves, some organs here and there as well but he cares more about the teeth he collects than any of it, he also tends to even eat some of the flesh and organs he gets from his vic- patients, its not often he eats a bit of them but sometimes he just can't help himself, there's always that one patient out there who not only has nice teeth but also has a rather intoxicating smell as well... He also tries to prolong the patient's life for as long as possible, he doesn't want them to die quickly, he takes pride in making them suffer, making sure they feel e v e r y incision he makes or every tooth he rips out, he has on occasion, given a patient or two some novocaine, that sounds somewhat generous but to those patients? Not really. He can also get a bit irritated when people pronounce his name wrong, he merely tries to shrug it off though, after all his name isn't common at all.

Name: ??? | Alias: Too many to keep track of, if only he could remember his true name | Gender: Male | Height: 6'9ft | Species/Race: Human | Occupation: Doctor/Surgeon | Hair Color: Black | Facial Hair: Stubble | Appearance: Typical doctor's appearance, the coat, the scrubs, etc- he does have a little pin on his coat that has a large smiley face on it. | Personality: He just seems overly happy at first glance but do not be fooled by his happy demeanor nor his positive attitude, once you get to know him... The madness deep down is unleashed, he wants you to be hap-hap-happy just like him!~ This doctor is completely out of his mind, he was never always like this... In fact he used to be normal, in his right mind even, he's always overexcited, overly happy, and overly positive, especially if he gets a new patient to play with~! ...Er... I mean operate on of course... | Side Facts: I mean what I say when he wants you to be hap-hap-happy like him... he WILL force you to be happy, whether it means sewing your lips into a smile, carving a smile into them, etc or even going as far as trying to create some form of happy pills, r e a l happy pills (kinda like joy in a way? I got a bit inspired by We Happy Few tbh), he's always excited to do some surgery or just even getting a patient in general! He's so far gone however that he doesn't even remember his own name at this point, he's went by so many names as of now... And to be honest, he thinks he's making his patients happy, he thinks he's doing good, he sees things differently from most... His vision would show him a much more happier person but in actuality, they aren't happy... They are terrified, crying, screaming, etc. He would prefer not to remember his past anyways, it wasn't the best one at all... So why worry and dwell on such? He shouldn't~! You'll never see this man cry or frown, if you do then you know something is horribly wrong... However, his vision might be different, he can still tell when your angry, frowning, etc- anything of that sort? Oh no no! That won't do haha! He must fix this problem... Let's turn that frown of yours upside down shall we?~! (I tried my best with this description?)