" Oh, Your Heart, An Aortic Work of Art. "

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꒰ 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 / 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐢 || 𝟐𝟎 || 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 || 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐝’𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 ˎˊ˗ || 𝐄𝐱𝐁 𝐅𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠 ꒱

꒰ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐮𝐭 || 𝐎𝐌! 𝐅𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠 || 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ꒱

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬.

#🥑🍞!🖊️ — For my writing

#🥑🍞!💬 — For anything else

⚠️ !! I will be posting suggestive content, nothing too explicit, but I’m still not comfortable with minors interacting with it !! ⚠️

Requests : Open ✅

❌ What I won’t write : Smut/NSFW, Incest, anything that falls under the Proship umbrella

✔️What I will write : Fluff, angst, suggestive works, gore, canon x reader, canon x canon

ᢉ𐭩 Trials and Tribulations of Ex and Bee .ᐟ

꒰ Collection of episodic oneshots ꒱

୨୧ — Part 1

୨୧ — Part 2 (!! Suggestive Content !!)

୨୧ — Part 3

ᢉ𐭩 Headcanons .ᐟ

꒰ Writing abt any character fr ꒱

୨୧ — ExB Characters x Sick!Reader

୨୧ — Blodgrim x Reader

୨୧ — Explorador x Reader

୨୧ — Do I Think They Can Draw/Redact Their Claws at Will?

ᢉ𐭩 Others .ᐟ

୨୧ — The Morning After (Blod x Reader)

୨୧ — Werewolf!Björn x Reader

borders done by : @/cursed-carmine

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It’s my new year’s resolution to write more ExB content and I have some ideas so,,,

what do you want to see first??

Bookseller!Ex x Reader

Barista/Waiter!Bee x Reader

Tattoo Artist!Nero x Reader

Bee x Reader Headcanons + Drabble

Ex x Reader Drabble

Voting ended onJan 9

[sadfaceclown]

Ashley also known as squidkid1111 took their own life after facing bullying from the cosplay community due to them being a cosplayer of color. Rest in peace.

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Explorador Del Luz x Reader Headcanons !!

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ — a / n : had this in my drafts since July, my sincerest apologies 🫡

⋆˚࿔ Be expected to listen to his info-dumps when he comes home from work, no it’s not optional.

⋆˚࿔ Before you two started dating, he would find any excuse to be near you. Hovering around you under the guise of “making sure you don’t mess up”, inviting you to his flat to brief over a case, nightly calls.

⋆˚࿔ Movie Nights! When Ex is finally done with all of his work for the week all he wants to do is turn off the lights, bundle up under the covers and watch horror movies w you! Specifically psychological horror or thrillers.

⋆˚࿔ Remembering small things about you. He’ll know what your favorite movie is, your favorite food order, things you hate, things you love, and even the offhand comments you made.

⋆˚࿔ Keeping tabs on you. Is it stalkerish? Maybe. But he swears that it’s just to keep up with your health! All the times you ate, drank water, the time you leave, the time you come home, all neatly organized in his planner, tucked in the drawer of his desk.

⋆˚࿔ Finding comfort in your smell. It’s always when you least expect it, when you two are cuddling on the couch together he’ll bury his face into the crook of your neck and takes in your scent. Sometimes when you’re gone, he takes your preferred perfume/cologne, sprays it a few times on a pillow, and cuddles with it.

divider cred. - @/cursed-carmine

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this food is so fucking good lois………

[pseudonymphomania]

Cursed potatoes 🥔

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ — Werewolf!Björn x Reader

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ — Werewolf!Björn who wakes you up in the middle of the night, faintly hearing him digging in the refrigerator, you lazily get up from the bed and peer your head in the kitchen to see him sitting in front of the fridge, foam trays and plastic film scattered around him, the fridge door still open as he devours another slab of raw meat. His furry ears twitching before flattening against his head, he looks over to where you’re standing, blood dribbling down his chin with bits of tendon stuck to his mouth. But seeing that it’s just you he can’t help but feel the heat spread on his cheeks, his tail curling around his leg upon seeing him in such a state.

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ — Grooming is a must. You two would sit on the couch with you gently combing and brushing out the knots and kinks in his tail, well…trying to anyway. His tail would always be held high, wagging rapidly from side to side before you two are even settled.

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ — He can control when he transforms…Except for when it’s a full moon cycle. He’ll leave without a word then the next morning you see him staggering through the door beaten, bruised, bloodied, and sore all over, and as always, you make sure to patch him up. Seeing you tending to his wounds is a constant reminder of why he does it.

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ — Sometimes he’ll leave offerings every time he comes back home from work or hunting. It started off small at first with just a few rats, then a pigeon. Then it started to escalate with badgers, foxes, and even a deer at one point. After begging him not to bring any more dead animals into the apartment he stopped, albeit begrudgingly.

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ — Picnic dates! He’s always been reluctant about going out on dinner dates with you at night, so why not replace them with picnics? He always picks a quiet, secluded spot where it can be just the two of you and he sets out an array of your favorite foods. He loves little moments like these.

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ —Loves head pats and chin scratches, no elaboration needed.

𝝑𝝔 - dividers cred. : @/cursed-carmine

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Unpopular opinion: I don’t like how Nero’s character is being handled at all. You expect me to believe a brown man who’s probably 100+ years old to WILLINGLY work under a 500 year old white guy FROM EUROPE who calls him a dog repeatedly?? Whatever

Not even that, he’s sexualized, portrayed as violent, I just don’t like how NTT treats his character sorry ✌🏾

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k im gonna go do the werewolf!bjorn thing now see you in twelve months

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The Morning After.

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ — Characters : Blodgrim Bloodriven x Reader ( Your/Yours prns ) // Sum. : Blod makes a surprisingly good boyfriend, who would’ve thought? // CW : Blood mentioned, marking, reader doesn’t speak till the end. // WC : 869 Words // A / N : im a strong believer that this man gets cuteness aggression around his human!partner idc.

You never expected being with Blodgrim to feel so…Normal, to say the least.

You were surprised when he was the first one between the two of you to confess. How his usually dull, clouded eyes gleamed with affection as he looked at you when he took your hands into his, gingerly kissing the back of them. It was silly, but you thought that he would’ve been cold and distant, but no, he was attentive, caring, even bordering on doting.

When it would be you two alone, you’d catch him gazing over at you, if your eyes were to meet he’d beckon for you to come closer and wrap his arm around your waist. Then he’d outright spoil you, shamelessly, if he noticed you’ve been eyeing something, whether it would be online or physical, he’d present it to you wrapped up in a little maroon bow, a personal flourish of his. But the mornings, especially, are when he would be at his clingiest. You’d wake up to the feeling of him wrapping his arms around you, burying his nose into the crook of your neck, peppering kisses from your shoulders all the way up to your cheek, murmuring praises into your ear.

But he has his moments, of course. During rather intimate moments, you’d sometimes feel him nipping your bottom lip, lapping up whatever blood there might be, but you never did stop him…Which led up to the events of this morning.

Feeling his cool fingers gently tracing the outline of your collarbone, your eyes flutter open to see him watching over you. Seeing you finally awake he greets you with a warm smile as he moves his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing your skin.

“Good morning, dearest.” He murmured before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, his frigid lips a soothing balm against your skin, when he pulled away you noticed his eyes wandering down your body. “I apologize for letting myself get out of hand last night, but if I may…You look much better like this.” He smirks, moving his hand from your cheek to drag it down your neck, your chest, and finally stops at your waist.

Your breath hitches at the sensation and you look down to see the irritated skin surrounding the bite and puncture marks all over, if you were being honest you expected worse.

“Luckily enough, it doesn’t seem to be infected, but I don’t want to risk it…”

Without another word, you feel him tucking one arm under your knees with his other arm supporting your back to pick you up in a bridal carry, holding you close to his chest. “How about a bath?”

In this moment, seeing him happy and relaxed, the gleam of warmth in his eyes as he looked down at you made you feel at ease, safe. You rested your head against his chest as he made his way to the bathroom.

Blodgrim gently sets you down onto the marble counter before turning on the light, the fluorescents making you squint your eyes for a moment. The sound of running water makes you look over to see him kneeling by the tub, his hand under the water faucet to make sure that the temperature is just right and as he does so you couldn’t help but notice the irritated welts along his back.

He looks over his shoulder. “You wanted breakfast again, right? The same as yesterday?”

You nod. With a chuckle, he stood up from the tub and made his way back over to you and picking you up once again to bring you over to the water and setting you in. Feeling the warm water engulf you, you couldn’t help but slump against the porcelain and let out a quiet sigh of contentment.

He takes a towel and your favorite brand of soap, dipping it in the water, and takes it out to lather before scrubbing you down, occasionally asking you to lift your arm or leg. Honestly? He loved seeing you like this, how soft and pliable you were under his touch, he gently brushed his fingers against your shoulder and gently kissed the nape of your neck, watching you tense up slightly before relaxing again.

“You’re adorable.” He murmured.

A few minutes later of scrubbing and letting the water wash off the suds from you, he pulls out the drain stopper and gets up to grab one of the fluffy towels from the bathroom cabinet and begins to dry you off. “You did so well for me,” he praised as he draped the towel around your neck and cupped your cheeks, tilting your head up to look at you. Upon seeing your flushed cheeks, he couldn’t help from littering kisses all over your face.

“Blod!”

He smiled against your cheek before pulling away. “What?” He gingerly begins to knead your cheeks, pulling, smooshing them together. “It’s fun.”

“It’s like you enjoy torturing me.” You teased, but despite your complaints, you didn’t move away from him.

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werewolf!Bjorn speaking to me like the green goblin mask🚶🏾‍➡️🚶🏾‍➡️🚶🏾‍➡️

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Do I think they draw/redact their claws at will?

𝝑୧ — short. been thinking abt this for a while now ngl : P

Bee — Kinda. I imagine that his claws only come out when he thinks his and or someone he cares about life is in danger or when he’s on the defensive, only retracts when he thinks it’s safe. Inspired by this official art.

Blod — Definitely. He can draw them without even thinking, but he chooses not to when there isn’t a reason to do so. But, I also think he does it just to mess with his prey, even then he doesn’t use them.

Nero — Eh. He can draw and redact them anytime he wants, but I think he’d have a hard time drawing/retracting them when he’s feeling emotional.

(Bonus!) Ex— Yes, but avoids using them. Whenever he’d use his powers (that we’ve only seen 1.5 times btw tf Solmare) they’d tear through his gloves, much to his dismay. Not only that, he just thinks they’re uncomfortable to draw and retract causing him to avoid using them all together.

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Forgot that in one throwaway line Blod said something about his skin being cold and I love it sososo much aaaaAAAAA

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The whole “Blod is lonely” is funny asf cause bro was genuinely SICK when Bee left him he loved that man 😭😭

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☁︎‎‎‧₊˚ || Trials and Tribulations of Ex and Bee - “Pick up the phone.” (Hello?)

👥 Characters : Explorador Del Luz X Björn Dimorgard 📝 Summary : Bee is upset that Ex isn’t responding to his calls or texts, little does he know he has nothing to worry about. ⚠️ CW : None ✍🏾 Word Count : 1k A / N : this was an excuse to write Bee w crutches srry🚶🏾‍➡️🚶🏾‍➡️

Credits : dividers by @/cafekitsune

The loud pitter-patter of water droplets against the window and the occasional roar of thunder manage to drown the soft clicking sound of Björn’s crutches as he paces the living area. “He said he’d be back an hour ago.” He mumbles under his breath, taking his phone out of his pocket and scrolling through his notification wall, checking to see if Explorador had even responded to any of his phone calls, hell, text messages.

Flood Warning.

Flood Watch.

Golden Crust Pizza House.

Two missed calls from Blod.

Nothing from Explorador. Not even his stupid little thumbs up emoji, which he sent whenever he was too lazy to type a coherent response.

“Oh for-” He cuts himself off with a groan and plops next to Whiskers on the couch, running a hand over his face as he feels the cat’s weight drop onto his lap, he let out a soft huff through his nose as his hand drops to his side to look down at the tuxedo cat, who’s now grooming himself.

Björn chuckles weakly and gives Whiskers a head pat.

“I hope you know that your owner’s stubborn…Like you sometimes.” He watches the cat leaning into his touch, purring happily. “I bet he’s out blowing our budget on occult stuff…I really hope it’s not another cursed object…He always wants to exorcise shit.” A beat passes, his lips curling into a smirk. “You’d scratch him if he brings another cursed object, right?”

A few more minutes of bonding later until both perk up at the sound of the front door opening and Explorador’s figure walking in, drops of water rolling off his coat and face. Whiskers jumps off his lap and pads over to him, mewling as he rubs against his legs.

Explorador smiles softly and sets the grocery bags on the floor before kneeling down to scratch under Whiskers’ chin. “I’m back.” He announces.

A barely contained huff of frustration slips from Björn’s mouth, of course he walks in as if everything was okay, it would be him if he didn’t. He uses his crutches to get himself up and walks over to him. “Yeah, we see that,” he says, getting in front of him. “I guess you saw none of my texts, phone calls, voicemails…” He scolds through gritted teeth.

“I did,” he states as he takes off his coat and hangs it on the rack. “But I was driving, so I couldn’t respond…Also the floor’s wet, watch out.” Just as Explorador is about to move past the man in front of him, Björn raises his crutch up, blocking his path.

“I spent an hour trying to get in contact with you can you at least acknowledge that, hm?”

He closes his eyes and exhales through his nose. “I know, I know that I should’ve responded letting you know that the car didn’t break down in some flooded road god-knows-where, okay?..I’m sorry.”

Just by gazing into Explorador’s eyes, he knew that he was being genuine. His usual sarcastic and challenging tone was nowhere to be found. As much as he wanted to stay upset with him, to lecture him, there was no need to—no, that’s not right—he couldn’t bring himself to. He’s just glad that he made it back safely. Björn sets his crutch back onto the floor and sighs quietly. “It’s…okay…” He moves from in front of Explorador and sits back on the couch.

His path now cleared, save for Whiskers weaving between his legs, Explorador brought the bags into the kitchen and set them on the counter. As he silently begins to put up the groceries, he couldn’t help but look over his shoulder at Björn who’s now trying to distract himself by scrolling through his phone, not even bothering to hide his scowling expression. He wasn’t surprised, not one bit, Björn would always get upset with him whenever he didn’t return his calls, especially after the Tyrant incident.

With a chuckle, he finishes putting up the rest of the groceries. 'He’s really clingy for a vampire,' Explorador thought to himself, and among the plain, white bags he grabbed a pastel pink one with the words, ‘Madam Scream’, in cursive. It was the usual go-to ‘please forgive me’ gift that he’d give him whenever they got into these arguments, thank god for his sweet-tooth. He walks into the living area and stands in front of Björn.

“Bee.”

When he looks up, Explorador immediately shoves the bag in his face. “I bought this by the way, strawberry shortcake with extra macerated strawberries. Only had enough for one slice though.”

Björn’s pointed ears perks up as he takes the bag. “Thanks, uh…This is to get me to forgive you, isn’t it?”

“…Is it working?”

“Definitely.”

—

Later into the night, the rain had finally eased up, though the occasional sound of rain droplets hitting the window was still present. The two men sat on the couch, sharing the slice of strawberry shortcake between them, as Björn eats another spoonful of the strawberries he steals a glance at the man sitting next to him. Explorador, now wearing one of his shirts with a pair of grey sweatpants, mindlessly sticks his fork into the dessert as he reads through another horror novel of his, his dark hair that was blow-dried now sticking in any direction. Not being able to help himself, Björn gently begins to card his fingers through Explorador’s unruly hair, trying his best to somewhat tidy it.

Explorador sighs looks up from his novel. “Why are you so drawn to my hair?”

“Because it’s a mess.” He teases, his claws gently scratching his scalp.

He leans into his touch. “Here we go with this Mother Hen act…”

“It’s not my fault that you have the survival instinct of a rock.”

[shootingstarrfish]

bee with freckles bee with freckles hiiii