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a-weird-writer · 1 year
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yato kami licking my finger cuz i got a papercut
"Yare yare. So careless, allow me to so politely assist you."
Yato no Kami is discrete. Why shouldn't he be? A dark noble of devilish delight and merit, surrounded in fallen blood, dead and alive. Pools of red follow his footsteps, the lingering rot and withering deaths of weaker Enshyoujo. Brethren at his beck and call, obedient and violent as a beast can be. He controls a whole world, winged and armed to the teeth, ready to feast at the slightest raise of his hand.
Regardless of his past misdeeds, he likes to steady himself. Keep balanced, fair but carelessly free. For his lover and the sake of his intelligence.
Minor Warning; Yato no Kami being Yato no Kami & mild suggestive themes. Spoilers for Yato's seal (Blood, blood drinking & bleeding. Paper cuts. Hints at sadism, gruesome vampire being a gruesome vampire.)
It's impossible for him to take anything too seriously, making light of the most ridiculous situations. Life is a game to his humble self, a role to fulfill. Goal reaching, to seek the pinnacle of life's potential, live as much as possible; pawns to play, foes to harm. It's simply natural to cling to happy memories, to establish yourself to pleasure and meaning.
Being an ancestral god of vampires-a lord amongst their kind-doesn't exactly lighten the overwhelming weight of his presence, nor should it be so quickly glazed over. Not that he bothers concealing it.
Yato is honest and open about his endless appetite, especially when it comes to his favored one's blood. His cravings are indeed a bother, but he minds not, for he trusts himself to never be too suffocating to his maidens. He was born with them and makes no light work of how willing he acts on them but is more than strong enough to control himself whenever or wherever he deems fit.
Blood is an important part of who Yato is, long past anything even remotely human. But he has no intention of ever wholly losing himself, not to be a creature of voiceless whispers, endless wandering and meaningless destruction.
So, when you accidently cut your finger and so innocently ask for a bandage, Yato restrains-yet can't help but jump at the chance to indulge. As merciless creatures like him always do, moving and entangling themselves in a furious cycle of addicting pleasure. Roaring like lions, drooling at the sight of carnage.
Teeth drop, lips moistened by a sharp cruel tongue. An eagle watching mice struggle in their long talons, a tiger preparing to hungrily pounce at an innocent elk. His irises narrow only a mere inch, burning an invisible hole in your hand. Tainted, barely noticeable by a fool not paying attention. Flicked delicately across a smile. Tasting the smell in the air, a void within hungers, delighting in its freshness.
His voice is unwavering despite his true intentions, deep as night and black as the abyss, glazed in the purest malice known to man. Greed and malice quake his throat, erupting in an earthly rumble so quiet you can't properly hear it. Meant to pick apart and brash forward. Reflecting the bitterness of an oncoming storm, a calamity swelling. An aftertaste of you can't describe, behind the grey clouds at the center of Skies' natural disruption. It's mark upon the Heavens, immortal, lasting.
Deciding-determined to give something else Yato no Kami insists is far more helpful.
His smirk, thin and small, is one of pleasure. Of a sweet sourness, leaving a bad taste in your mouth. A pale shadow, dark in its wisdom; sincere, overcoming. The upward twist that never reaches his eyes, a sharp contrast to his nature. And it intensifies as he eyes your cut, devouring your sight. Trained on the life resting in the depths of your finger, peaking out so very slightly. An ocean of nourishment and nutrition.
His gaze looks so simple, divine and knowing. Fast to crush, consume all unfortunate enough to cross its path. The gentle wave of dark lashes, water resisting oil, deadly darkness, capturing red. No light exists in his remorseless vanity. Only being, the deep purity of his instinct; You know better, throughout your countless encounters with the supreme monster bewitching you-how to truly look someone in the eyes. How to unveil the secret of their gaze, the windows to their soul. Assuming Yato still had his.
Little do you know Yato doesn't have secrets, there is no reason to hide his truest self from anyone or anything, curious or opposite. There is no bigger underlying principle, Yato no Kami simply is because he wants to be.
He won't foolishly deny his inhuman greed for your skin, (Especially since he knows when you can tell, reading your expressions like reading a picture book, like it's hard?) if questioned. But you seem to be burdened-thinking there is more to Yato then he is already showing, and he supposes you aren't exactly wrong to assume such of a creature of the night like him.
It is right to be fearful of things you don't understand, to try and grasp the mysterious tides of the unknown. If humans didn't fear things as much, they wouldn't have grown so advanced and paranoid. Fear is a critical tool for survival.
The fluid so rich and fresh beneath the surface of your flesh. So red, so inviting. Blood speaks volumes. Talks so dirty and filthy in desire. As mentioned before, Yato bothers not to mask his intent, but he does bother enough to hold himself back in certain situations.
And the restraint is useful of course. And someone needs to clean your mess up. It helps a great deal most times, to not completely bite off your finger as he welcomes its sliced tip onto his tongue, excited to have a taste. His grip on your hand is careful and slow, purposefully treading lightly to both avoid truly antagonizing his beloved and to tease you as well as himself, to savor the moment even more before it's ruined.
Sensing the second it threatens to drip, waste away like dirt on the floor, he doesn't allow it the satisfaction of an escape. Nor will he allow you to look away. See and observe as he feasts, how beautifully the skin reacts.
Hook, line and sinker. Blood is his nature and rituals require sacrifice. To take life, play games, one must be as cunning as he is. While he roams outside the well, while he can say something about it, your blood shall yield. Where's the fun if he can't properly savor it?
His tongue so wickedly licks before your blood can wiggle another inch, flowing smoothly upon your finger, still frozen in shock in such an erupt action. Skin flushing in his wake, pausing to cherish and lavage in his defined pursue of your taste.
Every flavor, every patch of skin, every offering, drunk empty. As Shuten Dōji enjoys his wine, Yato no Kami obviously happily devours your fluids to the absolute fullest.
Delicate and fluffy to the touch, his tongue drinks everything it touches. Not only your blood but your flesh as well. His saliva coating behind each lovely stroke, leaving a reminder of where he's been, drying the single moment he departs.
Can't have that now, can we? He doesn't even give you a minute to gather yourself, to actually respond to his strange offer. His sudden weird, urge to 'help' you out.
How sad would it be? To break by his hand?
But where is the meaning in that, dare he wonder? There is a corrupt energy, recklessly flying in a caged frenzy. Miasma of ruby red, the stirred emotion of a pure vampire. The cracked veins, spreading like an infectious plague, rage inhuman blood. The vicious moons burn like embers, an infernal flame, absorbing the cut like it was last vulnerable thing they will ever see.
His smile-unchanging-holds true and tells no lies.
For Yato no Kami is, after all, a simple monster acting on purely instinct.
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isolabellz · 3 months
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in another life
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championsandheroes · 5 months
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Being told that my character hasn't been cleaning themselves properly in at least ten days was honestly the worst and most shocking part of the game. Gale and Lae'zel can go on about how they like your musk all they want, it doesn't matter. Ten days of wandering around and fighting? We camp next to a river? And yet???
If you are interested in your own vampire spawn to bring with you on adventures so that you can skip out on personal hygiene, contact the Szarr estate at Patreon or society6.
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redhotarsenic · 8 months
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@nowfallc PICTURE!! FOR YOU!! PLEASE TAKE IT!! <3
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penxil · 8 months
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thinks about the ark siblings. cries a million tears
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shamrockst4r · 1 year
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okay but remember how easy it was for creature to accidentally kill someone just with a joyous embrace, because he didn't quite know how strong he was compared to how fragile humans are? rem- remember that? imagine-
imagine how trembly his hands would be because he'd be terrified of hurting such tiny little thing. imagine the anxiety, the tenderness, the curiosity, the fear ... and the pure awe that he would experience for the first time, because this small thing wasn't afraid of such a big, horrible 'wretch'. it has teensy yet sharp weapons, but chooses not to use them on him? and it makes such delightful, vibrating noises??
yeah i hc that most animals are afraid of creature.
most,
but not cats
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jewishjon · 1 year
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Look, I love Jon as much as the next person but I think some of you have gone so far along the ‘Jon is a sad little man who did nothing wrong’ route that you’ve genuinely forgotten all the times he held power in a situation or like. Made a decision that hurt people
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starflungwaddledee · 5 months
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offering three cookies 🍪🍪🍪
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(<< part 1)
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rayactive-factory · 6 months
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<✨🐏🌙>
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r-aindr0p · 5 months
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Uncomfortable with dancing.
Ramshackle prefect felt a bit ridiculous crying while wearing cool clothes.
Based on a personal experience and a part of me really felt bad for Idia when he had to go dance and sing in front of people, would have been mortified as well.
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well. i can't find my original fic rec list so here's a new (updated) one!
Daily Routines by The Garden of Unusual Delights (Shadowland) A number of people who feel depressed turn to comedy. Routines can also help. / As can having someone to care for. 4k words / oneshot / complete - TOP fucking tier. this rewired my neurons, shifted my view of Barnaby & his relationship with Wally, and also made me Deeply emotional
How to Greet New Neighbours by The Garden of Unusual Delights (Shadowland) He doesn't know what's happening, but he knows it isn't good. 8k words / oneshot / complete - STELLAR. an intriguing and engaging (and heartbreaking!) take on how Wally wound up sending material to the whrp
A Matter of Care by The Garden of Unusual Delights (Shadowland) When Julie is too sad to take proper care of her hair, Frank is happy to help out. 2.5k words / oneshot / complete - this person always gets characterizations Just Right, don't they? this a very sweet and tender moment between the besties <3
What to call it? What to call it? by Anonymous Wally tries to figure out what is different about the Neighborhood. But maybe there is no difference at all. 2.2k words / oneshot / complete - a fascinating exploration / behind the scenes interpretation of the secret 14 audios. the end always has me in my feels <3
Strings Of Fate by A_Cypress_Coffin Frank Frankly lived life by simply trudging along most days, but all of that changes when a new neighbor, quite literally, crashes into him. 27k / multichap / ongoing - a very fun interpretation of Franklydear and how the puppets perceive / experience / handle the true nature of their reality. i Cannot recommend it enough!
To Read a Clock by TurnedWorm Frank and Eddie try to teach Wally to read a clock. They get a bit more than they bargained for. 2.7k words / oneshot / complete - sweet and also Haunting! a stellar combination, and an interesting take on Wally's perspective. ngl it gave me chills!
my chest is bursting with abnormality by springtrap_wiki Wally realizes that something about him isn't as it should be. 1k words / oneshot / complete - a little peek into Wally realizing that he's different than his others neighbors. I like how this is handled - it hits home if im being honest!
Goin’ Out of My Head by 5_24 Picking someone up from the bus station seems like an easy task. But when adding Eddie Dear to that equation and the passenger just happens to be Frank Frankly, the results may vary... 5.4k / multichap / complete - genuinely funny, cute, and entertaining. the perfect read for a laugh!
Inside Jokes by The_PastelVoid In which the puppets are waiting for Sally and discover that Wally apparently has a contagious laugh when Barnaby tells what is called an "inside joke". 2k / oneshot / complete - pure fluff and laughs <3
Goodnight, Wally! by PastelDemon ... But what would happen if, one day, without any warning, Wally suddenly could sleep just like everyone else? 19.5k / oneshot / complete - very sweet with a sprinkling of angst, and an entertaining take on what a new-to-sleep Wally might be like
Welcome Home: Fantasy AU by ImaginatorOfThings What would happen if we took our lovable cast of puppets, and put them into a Fantasy alternate universe? 28k / series / complete - a VERY fun fantasy au with a fascinating twist. it made me tear up, it made me feel some dread, it made me smile! what more could we ask for <3
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avianssphere · 6 months
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familial resemblance
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lynaferns · 7 days
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My old glasses are really worn out, my eyesigh got worse and I'm still using the old graduation. I don't like how I look with them anymore either so it is time to change them (also because I can get a blue filter in the glasses to protect the eyes form screens light and I really need that, and this store has a 2x1 offer so I'll have an extra pair half the price just in case :3c)
The two girls working at the store were really nice and tried their best to help me :')
I spend an hour yesterday trying on glasses... I found two models that I liked right at the end. I just. really. hope. I don't regret my choice when the glasses are done and I try them on again.
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jesfnaf · 20 days
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Also Theres gonna be a lot of opinions in the next couple of days. Remember there’s a block button!1!!
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xinambercladx · 26 days
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Bored Cad Bane left me Bored.
(I liked the episode. Even though it was "slower paced", I though it was good.) HE WAS SO BORED. So. Bored. The entire time. He just went in, got it done, got his money, and left. Bane didn't bother with the hypnotizing tool with the parent this time. He just stunned her (?) and was done with it. He did not have a smile the entire time, even when getting paid. He loves getting paid. Just boredom. Sorry, Bane. You know as well as I do that kidnapping is beneath your skillset. No challenge. Who put you up to this? Didn't you learn your lesson the last few times? He did not. He's incredibly observant though. "That question gives away more than ye think," Bane said to the scientist, Emerie Karr.
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gasstationclown · 3 months
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is this anything
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standard practice
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bubble bath for torbek, stupid hawaiian shirt for torbek (i didnt draw a pattern you just have to imagine), bow in hair for torbek
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working hard
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and the full thing
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