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undead-merman · 2 months

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Hush (VTM OC) flirting with GN-Reader SFW...ish

This was requested from a player of a VTM game I run: "I never got to see Hush being a nasty flirt. 🥺 Please oh blessed DM"

Hush is not a good person and uses his flirting to get what he wants. The coterie ended up killing him before he could flirt much with anyone, but they fell in love instantly. They fall in love with the shittiest people, I swear. Anyway, he's a hunter who works for the Second Inquisition and is a revenant. That's all.

Human

He is human, but dealing with all things supernatural has made him tired of mortals. Sure, he works to protect the human race, but they’re so boring and dull.

Mortals have to be pretty extraordinary to catch his attention. Weird, wild, insane, unstable. He likes those kinds of humans, because really it's the most interesting the kind has to offer. Not to mention that even with the most dangerous humans, he’s always in control because he’s much stronger than them.

He enjoys seeing their faces twist. Seeing them react to the more unhinged flirting he normally does. He has a natural skill of picking up things people are insecure about and using them in his teasing. “Did you get a crooked nose from letting your partner sit on your face? Can I take a ride?” was one of his prouder ones.

Blankbody

Blank bodies are what his organization calls them, dead creatures that don’t show any life signs. But despite how much they’ve ruined his life, he can’t stop seeking them out. Particularly the blood that taints, ‘clan’ Nosferatu. Every single one of them is horrifically unique, they can range from slightly malformed to downright monstrous.

He’s run into a few of them. His blood attracts the vampires and as clever as they think they might be, they aren’t. Sure they have little tricks offered to them by their blood, but they’ve gotten cocky.

There's a few groups of these types of vamps. His favorite are the ones that used to be beautiful but were cursed with the change without consent. They live a life full of nothing but misery. So he likes to butter them up. Make them feel good. Remind them of what they used to be.

He knows some are bitter, sensitive, or downright hostile. So he employs the personality flirting. He strokes their ego, telling them how smart they are, how he adores intelligence. He sits nice and close as he looks over their shoulder and compliments them on whatever they’re doing. “You sure know a lot of people. I guess I'm lucky to have your attention, huh?” or “You sure know a lot. You like secrets? Me and you could have a few if you want.”

Once they lower their guard down he's all over them. Younger blank bodies still crave human connection. So he latches onto that with claws and fangs. They still like warmth and he's willing to offer them as much as they like.

Lycanthrope

He's a beast tamer. His mother before him, his grandmother, and every woman as far back as they can remember. Subjugating beasts to fight for them. Mostly it was wild beasts that were ghouls, very rarely other beasts. He happened to pin down a werewolf.

Lycanthropes are odd beasts. He understands their fight, yadda yadda, all he cares about is how big, powerful, and intimidating they can be. He fucking loves dominating powerful creatures. His one pet, he enjoys collaring and yanking around as it drools and begs for a kill.

But other Lycanthropes are more stable, he enjoys watching them fight their fight, gnashing their teeth at the same prey he's hunting. Some of them can be so enchantingly brutal.

He's very slow in his approach. Making obvious signs, but keeping it subtle. Eyes tracing over their form, eyes half lidded and tongue gliding over his gently parted lips.

Despite what his bloodline is, he finds himself respecting the beasts more than anything. He treasures the hunt.

He'll whisper sweet nothings before gripping their hands and licking the shell of their ears, telling them he wants nothing more than to stake his claim to them. Ride them where they’re standing.

He adores the back and forth with them. Teasing movements just brushing against sensitive spots before leaving and wishing them well before repeating the next night until they want him and only him.

Maybe he'll dominate them, maybe he won't. It's simply the mood he's in when they finally pounce, and he’s always ready for when they do.

#vtm oc #tw: he's a bad person #undead oc #patreon request #you know who you are you filth goblin #he's also trans fyi

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undead-merman · 3 months

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Garnet

December 31st 2015

To my horror, my father's scraps of rambling claiming to be research turned out to be true.

Deep in this unnamed facility past a million warning signs was the monster. His eyes gleaming in the darkness, reflecting the light of my lantern. I swear his eyes bore into me as if he was reading my very soul. He shouldn't be alive, not for how long this place has been abandoned. Life behind a chain link fence with only stagnant air and dust particles.

I pulled him out and seeing as how I simply came here to fight off my burning curiosity and hatred, I don't have a team to help me swipe the place and collect the research from the last group that contained him. I've contacted my most trusted allies to help me. They'll arrive any day now to my camp just outside this worn down concrete mess of a building.

He's semi feral. He understands basic body language, but does not speak or respond to any spoken language. I've tried. He growls and hisses at the most basic of things. He didn’t even understand forks and knives. He doesn’t even eat with his hands, he kneels down and licks it up from the ground. It’s a sad sight, really. I managed to lead him outside with some scraps of my lunch. He hissed and shied away from the sun like it was a beast. The poor thing, I shielded him away from the sun and waited with him until the sun went down. I made him a spot in my tent, and I'm watching him. I can’t be too careful with how wild he seems to be. He’s sleeping in my bedroll.

I cannot believe my father was right. The power of manifestation is true and has happened in the past, allowing a billion gods to be born over the years… Garnet, as I will be calling him from now on, doesn’t seem to look like one. He looks more like a demon. Garnet horns, a long tail, rough skin with pillars of said stone growing out of his spine and across his skin. His skin I can tell is supposed to be a much more saturated red, but with who knows how long he’s been in there he’s surely gotten paler.

I’m going to do my best to look after him. I think I should look into my father’s notes more as well.

January 5th 2016

A few days have gone by, and I want to compile my notes here. My new team has arrived, a few of my late father’s friends, a few friends of my own. All of them know of my father’s sudden detrimental interest in manifestation, even after all his years as a man of hard science. A handful of them searched the building, while a few stayed with me and studied Garnet.

Previous research dating back to the 1800s shows he wasn’t always feral. He was a calm-collected man that was theorized to be a demon of sorts. The horns on his head are indeed made from pure garnet, as well as the protrusions on his body. He used to have wings, as stated in some of the old writings, but they must have atrophied and fallen off.

I’ve taken some time to try and teach him some basic English. He’s a fast learner, which makes my life a lot easier, though it seems like he used to speak it a long time ago. My guess with how long he’s been alone, he’s forgotten it. Makes me sick to my stomach. Over a hundred years of solitude. Strangely enough, looking at his old enclosure, there were no signs of attempted escape. He stayed put like a well-trained dog.

There are thousands of files, some of them unreadable, almost all of them unorganized. We suspect people have been in here to explore or trash the abandoned facility, so it makes it harder to find material. But with Garnet the moral is up at the very least. Though, Garnet seems wary of new people. He only seems at ease around me and inside my tent. He snaps at anyone getting too close. In fact, he goes ballistic unless I stand in the way. I hate to describe it as such, but he acts like an unsocialized dog. Still, he seems like a good man, just lost from the stillness and loneliness of that facility. I’ve seen him sneak around and patrol my tent before curling up by my head. When he thinks I'm asleep he’ll lick my hair and chew it.

Talking with the team they agreed to stay here for as long as it takes. One of them even inviting a few more to understand garnet, a biochemist, a genealogist, Histologist, Biophysicist, the whole nine yards. Some of my father’s friends are even paying for the expenses of this trip. I’m so grateful. I hope that the study doesn’t stress Garnet out too much. Furthermore, I’ve resolved myself to taking Garnet’s comfort as a priority. If he doesn’t want to do something, then I will make sure that they don’t press anymore.

January 16th 2016

Our team has done some more digging and careful organizing and we’ve found out more about Garnet’s reason for being here. This used to be a research company that was looking into lab grown crystals but had ended up finding Garnet. They had harvested garnets from his body using different methods from bloodletting to cutting them out of his skin after burning him. From what it seems his blood would solidify into gemstones. It would provide hefty amounts, though their color would be low quality. The act of burning him which would scab over with the crystal and yank them out. These would result in much higher quality garnets. They wanted to test this, but I refused. It's far too inhumane.

We have also discovered he’s been there for generations. They had found a collection of folders called ‘Project Vein’, they didn’t even properly give him a name. I couldn’t stop myself from crying, knowing this man had gone through all that for some stupid fucking jewelry. Worst of all, when he saw me crying he straddled me licking my face and tried to comfort me, me. I couldn’t sleep that night, I didn’t even try.

The company dissolved after the great depression and he had been there ever since. Wasting away as he waited for someone to come find him. Save him, give him orders. Good riddance. I don’t even want to know the names of the people working here… it would eat me up inside.

We’ve been trying to teach him more and he’s picked up on it more and more. Instead of basic words, he’s relearned slightly more complex sentences. Thankfully, he’s a bit more social now and not just hovering around me and hissing and biting at the others. Not to say he doesn’t hover still but at least he’s not hostile to the others at camp. My father’s closest friends from work, he has taken great interest in Garnet. He keeps trying to feed him and get Garnet to spend time with him. Garnet is still wary of him. We did find out Garnet enjoys fruit. One in particular being a pomegranate. He couldn’t take his eyes off it. We gave it to him, and we watched as he peeled the flesh with such delicacy. No juice spilled from it unless it was already in his mouth. We all sat around and watched as he plucked seed after seed. He offered a handful to my colleague and myself before eating the rest. Ever since then, he’s been pestering us for ‘the tiny pom’.

His body is nothing like the doctors have ever seen. They were able to take small tissue samples and do some check up and scans. The tissues turned to Garnets within a few minutes. After study, his flesh truly turned to the crystal. The Mineralogist explained that garnets have a few different species. He seems able to produce many species… I wasn’t aware there were species.... Chrome pyrope garnet seems to be the main one he produces. He’s only able to produce a red variety as far as we know. But even she doesn’t know if. His flesh produces Spessartine. She wanted to take samples from all over his body including bone and marrow samples, but I refused.

I made sure they don’t go overboard with testing. As fascinating as he is, I cannot allow any mistreatment.

January 25th 2016

We have been here for nearly a month and Garnet has made leaps and bounds worth of progress. His long hair had been bothering him so they went head and cut his hair. He perked up the minute they showed him his reflection and he came scrambling over to me asking if I liked it. It suits him, and now I don’t have to spend twenty minutes every morning combing it.

He’s finally comfortable wearing clothing, much to everyone’s relief. With the cold, It only further proves the point that he is not bound by reality like us mortals. While he contains a stomach, he does not need to eat, he doesn’t need to sleep, the cold has no effect on him, he can have his body torn apart and beaten and still be fine, and heal it all away within a matter of hours.

He is not a mortal creature. If my father had any say in this, he would have called it a god. Garnet ceaselessly creates from his body without the need for energy. What else could you call it? I’m not even sure myself. Father’s research says there are billions of them. Gods created from the ideas and concepts attached to them. He mentioned gemstones, devils, zodiac, animals, though gemstones are primarily the object of his interest. Garnet, amethyst, ruby, topaz and citrine. He claimed to have known about Garnet, his mother telling stories about him. I worry that my family was somehow involved with him.

We’ve plucked through as much as we could inside, but sadly time has destroyed most of their research. What I've previously written down in my cataloging is simply all we have. Garnet doesn't seem to remember anything after the last visit to him. From what he's told me, a man had come up to him and told him to wait there. He waited and waited until I came.

Everyone discussed what to do next. Without Garnet consenting to testing, there wasn’t much they could do. But when I told them about my father’s research, they asked if I was planning to see if there was more like Garnet. I had to admit it. If there were any more creatures like Garnet, I was willing to risk everything to find them.

I really am my father’s child…

They agreed to help me and asked what to do with Garnet, and honestly I had to think awhile about it. I simply just couldn’t let him go about the world on his own. I know it in my heart that he’d be taken advantage of the moment someone got him in his grasp. But keeping him with me? It is not like he’s some pet. I’d have to hide him, keep him safe. I’m not sure if I am up to the task.

But seeing how Garnet curls up to me every single night, licking my fingers and hair, and nibbles at my shoulder just to hug and hold me, I knew I had to. I told the group I’d keep him by my side and Garnet was thrilled about it. He latched on and didn’t let go until bed. I’d have to return home to look more into my father’s notes. The people of my camp offered to help me get back without having to arouse suspicion from the public. I am privileged to have such lovely people surrounding me in this mission. When I told Garnet that we’d be traveling back home, his tail whipped around wildly, and he seemed to take pride in the fact I called it home for the both of us. I hope I can spoil him like he deserves.

January 28th 2016

We ended up taking a train. We were able to have a whole private cart to ourselves, so I didn’t have to worry about Garnet getting overexcited and getting caught. I had to thank one of my dad’s old friends for that.

He was pressed by the window the entire time, and he refused to let me squirm away. I was by his side with his hand around my waist as he watched trees and mountains go by. It was charming seeing how amazed he was. Every seat cushion he bounced on, the table he laid upon and lounged like a king. After so long alone, it was heartwarming to see him so enthusiastic about the world.

I’d let him pick at my lunch and takes the things he wanted as I looked up more about Gemstones, mostly the ones about my dear new friend.

From my dad’s rants, I remember him saying that humans assigning characteristics would result in a grain of truth. So I looked at what the birthstone would represent and their symbolism. It was sweet seeing him sniff and poke at my pad and pen.

Loyalty, passion, healing, and protection were the most common aspects… and it would make sense for him. Loyal to the end. Waiting for someone to come find him. I have to push down all those hateful feelings. I have Garnet to look after.

Maybe in the future we will find more about them, but for now I'm going to spend some time looking into my father’s things and making sure Garnet feels safe, loved, and taken care of. He deserves it.

#undead oc #garnet the god #reader insert #gn reader #tw: experimentation #but it's a world where if an object or idea is given characteristics or symbolism they will adapt them and become an avatar of it #more to come next month #Symbolika verse

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Summoning Leviathan to destroy a cult GN-Reader SFW

Odd Happenings

It wasn’t noticeable at first. Like most infections, it is undetectable as it incubates just under the surface. The man at the grocery store was more cheery than normal. You suspected that maybe it might have been a good day.

Then more people started smiling more and more. It felt good seeing so many people in a good mood, it raised your own spirits with how people would wave and smile at you just for walking down the street. How they’d hold open the door, tell you how good you looked that day, how genuinely nice it felt to be noticed in such a kind light. It was lowering your guard.

People seem to be out of the house more, the streets cleaner. But folks were going missing, and no one cried for them. Bringing it up was met with shrugs and giggles, optimism that was stretched far too thin. “They’ll turn up sooner or later.”, “Oh, I'm sure it's some misunderstanding.”, or even “You shouldn't worry about that. They'll be just fine.”

Sometimes at night you can hear singing. It's so faint many times you mistake it for just the wind in your tired ears. Every night it gets louder. Louder to a point where you can no longer ignore it. It sounds familiar, likes you've already heard it a million times.

Danger

Since that night you've noticed those smiles look stapled on, eyes feel too open, pupils much too dilated. Your skin crawls just from seeing them.

The nights get longer, the singing much louder. You went from relaxed to so on edge that the smallest movement has you jumping out of your skin.

Missing people come back. They come back different. Heads shaved, faces all screwed up and wrong, covered in bruises and cuts. You can't even ask them what happened since they're always next to one of those smiliers.

One night you catch some people trying to break into your house. Either catching it on the security cameras or catching them outside your window. They flee after the failed attempt but going to the police they smugly tell you there's nothing they can do. When you walk out, a dozen smilers dressed as cops and everyday people leer at you.

They keep appearing around you. Keep trying to pull you into the dark when you least expect it. It feels like vultures waiting for an injured and starving coyote to finally die.

One night they tried breaking in. it was a blur, you hit someone after they broke down the door. There was blood and fish scales all over your floor and still… Everyone overlooked it. “Are you sure about that?”, “So you went ahead and tried to kill them?”, even “You had no right to attack them like that, they probably needed help.” You won’t be getting any help.

If you even think about escape, you come out to find your vehicle trashed. Tires slashed, brakes cut, busted up by some kind of instrument and a symbol keyed into it.

The singing gets to a point where you catch yourself about to walk out the door, sometimes even grabbing your sharpest kitchen knife.

Summoning

You end up trying to find information about them. You don’t dare go to the library and worry about the lady at the counter staring down at you and maybe stabbing you in the back. You look it up on your phone.

You end up deeper than you'd ever thought possible. A cult worshiping an old ancient deity bent on eating the minds of its followers. The cult claims that it's a paradise, when it's quite actually a parasite.

You wouldn't have believed it a few weeks ago, but after seeing those poor souls… those poor folks with deformed limbs from the beatings and that singing that leave you in terrifying dizzy spells.

Someone off a forum offers you some help. A sigil to summon another being of destruction capable of destroying the cult that has nearly consumed the town.

Like it or not, it's your only option at this point, as they now watch every way out of town and have started kidnapping people passing through.

You find the perfect night. You do the necessary prep, get the correct ingredients and items. You come back out of breath and you begin.

Every word spoken feels strange… As if you’d done it a million times before. A drop of blood, and a sacrifice. From the magic circle drawn into the floor a strange light began to burn and singed the floor.

In the flames was a man dressed in a dark and neon hoodie with odd designs. He was sitting cross-legged and his hands were out like he was holding something.

He botches and whines like some teen boy grounded from his electronics. Turns out this actual demon was playing Tetris and you ruined his high score and disqualified him from the compilation. His tail lasted at the circle but the light kept him from doing any damage during his fit of rage.

He sputtered and stood with a stern and angry expression but was bound inside the summoning circle. He demanded you explain the situation.

He looks fed up but sighs saying he'll do it. His face is red as he looks at you. You allow him out and he shuffles close and takes your entire form in. He mumbles something under his breath and heads out.

It takes a while for him to get to a high place, he chooses the water tower as the smilers notice and approach. Some of them are trying to happily lead you back down. Some of them are holding weapons.

The skies darken, rain clouds form, lighting strikes and waves appear. The streets flood, and you watch in fear and awe as the town you called home is destroyed.

Even when the flood goes down and leaves absolutely nothing behind besides the water tower, you can't help but stand there. All gone. Everyone died within moments. And the demon you summoned is staring at you. You hardly pay attention to what he was saying. The scene before you… feels too familiar…

You hear his tone go up, a question. You can only nod as everything you've known is forever gone. He chirps happily and before you know it light surrounds you.

Then you stand in a moonless sky before a rundown manor. Was it really all gone? And why does this place give you déjà vu?

#obey me #obey me leviathan #tw: cults #tw: stalking #tw: gore mention #reader was reborn and levi remembers them

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undead-merman · 3 months

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You won't believe it. Someone else got me sick. Again. Pretty sure it's pneumonia.

#first covid now this #fuxking stop it #i just want to write im tired of being so sick #bout to fucking murder these punks #if your sick fucking stay away from me and clean up after yourself

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undead-merman · 3 months

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This was a patreon Request from Quietmage: "Shy reader wanting to hold hands with Mr cherry demon and fd and being embarrassed to ask ><"

Holding hands with OC's Cerrian and F.D. with Shy GN-Reader SFW

Cerrian

It all depends on your relationship with him. Not being close to him, you’ll never see him. He’s too busy and the only way to talk to him is through his little bat doubles.

But if you are close to him it’s hard to get him off you. He clings and coos over you as much as he can. He’ll try to drag you around while he works. Sits you on his lap as he meets with others and strokes your back.

But if you're shy, he’s much more forceful with his adoration. You don’t get a choice now. You will do those things. Not only that, but you’ll sit pretty with him when he wants, you’ll walk around with him, you’ll be forced to be at his beck and call. And while your shyness is utterly precious, enough so that he’ll feel his cute aggression bubble under his skin, it is useless.

So when you keep eyeing his hand and not saying anything, he notices. He’ll tease and torment you. Leaning in close so you're trapped between him and some wall as he asks, “Did you want something from me, pet? You’ve been looking at me with such dirty eyes.” He wants you worked up. He’s enjoying your reactions, and it's even better if he can get you to admit what you want.

Even if you don’t confess it, he’ll know exactly what you want. He’ll giggle and tease you. How gentle of a creature you are, how he’s going to spoil you rotten when he gets back to his domain. Even now he wants to chew you up, spit you out, and kiss every single dent he left in your skin.

But for now he’ll gently take your hand, his flesh warm like a space heater as his fingers wrap gently around yours. Even holding his hand feels possessive.

He smiles at you with teeth and creased eyes. His tail wraps around you as you both continue on your way.

F.D.

There’s no way in any universe you’ll get close to him unless he allows it. He’s an ancient devil with tremendous power.

He has to pick you out from the flock of mundane humans and take interest in you just to even speak to you. And even then you’ll never be an equal, at best you’ll always be some pet. You are simply something pleasing to look at. A soul that will give your affection and full attention to him when he pleases.

Not to mention… He doesn’t have hands. They were taken from him during his creation. Instead, F.D. has phantom limbs that he can use to manipulate objects with. It is hard to grab something when you can't see it.

He notices right away when you're flustered about something. He can hear your heartbeat pick up and begin to race. It's pounding so damn loud it's giving him a migraine. He dislikes your shyness, it's not endearing, it's irritating. What’s the point in dancing around what you want? Spit it out.

He stares you down with his piercing red eyes until you answer. He won’t let you avert your gaze, he’ll force your chin to look at him in the face. When you tell him, a sneer comes across his face. He puffs out a laugh at you.

Stop acting like a virgin. He’s done some of the nastiest, foulest things to you, not to mention you always beg for more. Now you are all bashful from just wanting to just touch him?. You can feel it. An invisible force that grips your hand like a vice.

“Now quit making a fuss.” is all he says while something calmly rubs circles onto the flesh of your hand.

#fluff #undead oc #cerrian the devil #F.D. the devil #shy reader #gn reader #NSFW mentions #they both have dirty mouths

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