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◦ Writer of fantasy, monster lovin', and more. ◦ ns4w & s4w writings ◦
◦ Creator of Desiderium, a webcomic on Webtoon and Tapas!
objectifying men in armor will literally never get old. like, work it shiny boy. hit ‘em with that old razzle dazzle you fuckin trash can. hottie! (tucks $5 into your cuirass)
paranormal fantasy
vampire x human
eventual triad (x werewolf)
This is shorter than my usual previews, because I didn't want to spoil anything!
For the prompt submissions a vampire that feels guilty after feeding/attacking someone so they leave obscenely valuable ancient artifacts as payment/an apology?
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Full chapter already available on Patreon!
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With his face squashed down and hair in disarray, Lachlan looks even more pathetic, eyes red-rimmed with blood tears as he scrabbles to break free from the hold.
The rest of the vampire coven do not move. Eyes wide. Faces paled. Some look like they are about to be sick. Wildly, you wonder if Tabaeus is doing what Lachlan had done at the library. Have they frozen their audience in place? Stopped time? Your thoughts flick to the shrieks from earlier, wondering if the victims were unable to move due to whatever Tabaeus is doing.
Your mind swirls so fast with thoughts, you feel as if you’re going to get motion sick.
“You have kept my mind muddled with the memories, the thoughts, of this peanut gallery of vapid nightwalkers.” Tabaeus growls and draws your attention back to the two vampires. Their hand on the back of Lachlan’s head twists, grinding the other vampire’s face harder against the floor. “What do you have to say for your transgressions, Hardwin?”
“Tabaeus, you were created to be a repository for memories. That was your whole poin—“ Lachlan’s attempts to justify his actions come to a halt. He violently coughs as Tabaeus slams their free hand through his back. Bones crack before you hear – more than see – the sound of tissue and flesh tearing. Tabaeus’s hand jerks back, withdrawing a pulsing organ from Lachlan.
Standing, the beastly form shucks away from your vampire, leaving their nude human like form. With a kick, they force Lachlan onto his back and pin them down with a foot. The other vampire’s attention flickers to his own heart in the Memory Keeper’s hand. Lachlan’s chest heaves as his eyes dart from Tabaeus’s face to their hand, then wildly around to the other vampires present.
His eyes are begging for someone, anyone, to step in. No one moves an inch.
paranormal fantasy
vampire x human
eventual triad (x werewolf)
This is shorter than my usual previews, because I didn't want to spoil anything!
For the prompt submissions a vampire that feels guilty after feeding/attacking someone so they leave obscenely valuable ancient artifacts as payment/an apology?
First | Masterlist | Previous
*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧
Full chapter already available on Patreon!
*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧
With his face squashed down and hair in disarray, Lachlan looks even more pathetic, eyes red-rimmed with blood tears as he scrabbles to break free from the hold.
The rest of the vampire coven do not move. Eyes wide. Faces paled. Some look like they are about to be sick. Wildly, you wonder if Tabaeus is doing what Lachlan had done at the library. Have they frozen their audience in place? Stopped time? Your thoughts flick to the shrieks from earlier, wondering if the victims were unable to move due to whatever Tabaeus is doing.
Your mind swirls so fast with thoughts, you feel as if you’re going to get motion sick.
“You have kept my mind muddled with the memories, the thoughts, of this peanut gallery of vapid nightwalkers.” Tabaeus growls and draws your attention back to the two vampires. Their hand on the back of Lachlan’s head twists, grinding the other vampire’s face harder against the floor. “What do you have to say for your transgressions, Hardwin?”
“Tabaeus, you were created to be a repository for memories. That was your whole poin—“ Lachlan’s attempts to justify his actions come to a halt. He violently coughs as Tabaeus slams their free hand through his back. Bones crack before you hear – more than see – the sound of tissue and flesh tearing. Tabaeus’s hand jerks back, withdrawing a pulsing organ from Lachlan.
Standing, the beastly form shucks away from your vampire, leaving their nude human like form. With a kick, they force Lachlan onto his back and pin them down with a foot. The other vampire’s attention flickers to his own heart in the Memory Keeper’s hand. Lachlan’s chest heaves as his eyes dart from Tabaeus’s face to their hand, then wildly around to the other vampires present.
His eyes are begging for someone, anyone, to step in. No one moves an inch.
Based on my illustrated gothic horror series, the Deephaven Mysteries! The first book is on shelves now, with a new mystery coming this September that you can preorder wherever you get books!
My friend’s little brother (non-verbal) used to hide people’s shoes if he liked the person, because it meant they had to stay longer. The more difficult it was to find your shoes, the more he liked you.
One day my cousin came over, and she was a bitch. When it was time to leave, my friend’s brother handed her shoes directly to her and she went on and on about how he must have a crush on her because he only “helped” her.
paranormal fantasy
vampire x human
eventual triad (x werewolf)
This is shorter than my usual previews, because I didn't want to spoil anything!
For the prompt submissions a vampire that feels guilty after feeding/attacking someone so they leave obscenely valuable ancient artifacts as payment/an apology?
First | Masterlist | Previous
*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧
Full chapter already available on Patreon!
*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧*:・゚✧
With his face squashed down and hair in disarray, Lachlan looks even more pathetic, eyes red-rimmed with blood tears as he scrabbles to break free from the hold.
The rest of the vampire coven do not move. Eyes wide. Faces paled. Some look like they are about to be sick. Wildly, you wonder if Tabaeus is doing what Lachlan had done at the library. Have they frozen their audience in place? Stopped time? Your thoughts flick to the shrieks from earlier, wondering if the victims were unable to move due to whatever Tabaeus is doing.
Your mind swirls so fast with thoughts, you feel as if you’re going to get motion sick.
“You have kept my mind muddled with the memories, the thoughts, of this peanut gallery of vapid nightwalkers.” Tabaeus growls and draws your attention back to the two vampires. Their hand on the back of Lachlan’s head twists, grinding the other vampire’s face harder against the floor. “What do you have to say for your transgressions, Hardwin?”
“Tabaeus, you were created to be a repository for memories. That was your whole poin—“ Lachlan’s attempts to justify his actions come to a halt. He violently coughs as Tabaeus slams their free hand through his back. Bones crack before you hear – more than see – the sound of tissue and flesh tearing. Tabaeus’s hand jerks back, withdrawing a pulsing organ from Lachlan.
Standing, the beastly form shucks away from your vampire, leaving their nude human like form. With a kick, they force Lachlan onto his back and pin them down with a foot. The other vampire’s attention flickers to his own heart in the Memory Keeper’s hand. Lachlan’s chest heaves as his eyes dart from Tabaeus’s face to their hand, then wildly around to the other vampires present.
His eyes are begging for someone, anyone, to step in. No one moves an inch.