You can look but not touch, do I see a blush?~

Crafted for the purpose of tease and pleasure, this burlesque bot is one of The infamous Madam's favorite creations (aside from the Painted Lady Airship of course). You can look but don't touch, each move tantalizing to the eye, it'll be a pain to say goodbye. Come on in and sit down, Cockscrew Da Hearts, will make every little trouble disappear with each sneakpeek of metal skin. (Disclaimer: The icon and current art for her was drawn by Sprocket.) (WARNING: BLOG CAN BECOME NSWF AT ANYTIME)

[theracybots]

The normally very active racybot was standing, knees slightly bent, slouched over a little, obviously in stasis. With a hiss of steam he wobbled back and forth the faintest bit. Knee pistons shifted, bouncing the bot’s chassis a little. He was wearing a his fedora, a blue tie, and his black slacks...

[cockscrewdahearts]

A pink and silver bot admired from afar, chuckling very softly to herself at his dormant state. She would prefer to enter stasis in either a plush pile of silk pillows or perhaps a pile of sleepy clients aboard her airship. She tiptoes over to the tall automaton, playfully removing her boa and letting the end of it trail idly across the floor. She makes her way to and around him, reaching up one end of the boa and letting the feathers lightly trail down his spine. Keeping the dainty touches in tune with his wobbling. 

"Really, sleeping in the middle of the hall is just asking for someone to mess with you~"

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew was perched on the edge of her bed, optics wide and glowing…

[cockscrewdahearts]

Here Be Dragon. His name is Vincent: Closed RP

[cockscrewdahearts]

Here Be Dragon. His name is Vincent: cockscrewdahearts: Here Be Dragon. His name is Vincent: Closed…

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew tries to respond the best she can, clinging onto him desperately with her face buried in his chest. "I-I was l-looking—" a hiccup interrupts her attempt at trying to explain, "f-for…”. She grapples onto him, trying not to cry as the thunder shakes the ship once again. Cockscrew makes a valiant attempt to stop herself from stuttering and having oil leak from her optics, but her efforts all go wasted. She slowly sinks to the ground in a wet heap, her robe drenched through and hanging pitifully on her shoulders. She closed her eyes and places her hands over her face, her memory of what happened when she was younger repeating over and over inside her head. Just as it always did during storms. 

[draconianvincent-blog]

Vincent pulled her close, kissing the top of her head. He rubbed her back in an attempt to calm her down. “You don’t ever have to worry about me, I promise." He gently pushed her away from his chest in order to wipe away her tears. “I promise."

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew nods and reached a wet hand up to wipe at her face. "Don’t go out.. Don’t go out. Stay with me." She manages to speak without stuttering and grabs onto his hands, clutching them as if they were a life line.She slowly rises from her spot on the floor, despite being weak at the knees, and holds onto him. "I-I’m sorry Vincent, I thought…" 

[draconianvincent-blog]

"there’s no need to be scared, Heart. I got you. I’ll stay with you." He squeezed her hand reassuringly, making sure she wasn’t going to fall over.

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew holds onto his hand and leads him to his room, head bowed down and fingers tightening around his own with each boom of thunder overhead. "I just hate storms… I can never sleep, and I went looking for you. Then I thought you were in the storm, so I tried to go out on the balcony to find you.." 

She runs a hand through her wet hair, "I didn’t want to be alone tonight”

[draconianvincent-blog]

"You don’t have to be. Come into my room and let’s dry you off." He rubbed her shoulder comfortingly.

[cockscrewdahearts]

She nods to him and goes into his room, smiling softly when she spots a cat asleep on a desk in the corner. Cockscrew shuffles over and does a little awkward dance, trying to slip out of the soaked robe she has on. "Ah do you have a towel I could borrow?" 

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew was perched on the edge of her bed, optics wide and glowing…

[cockscrewdahearts]

Here Be Dragon. His name is Vincent: Closed RP

[cockscrewdahearts]

Here Be Dragon. His name is Vincent: cockscrewdahearts: Here Be Dragon. His name is Vincent: Closed…

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew tries to respond the best she can, clinging onto him desperately with her face buried in his chest. "I-I was l-looking—" a hiccup interrupts her attempt at trying to explain, "f-for…”. She grapples onto him, trying not to cry as the thunder shakes the ship once again. Cockscrew makes a valiant attempt to stop herself from stuttering and having oil leak from her optics, but her efforts all go wasted. She slowly sinks to the ground in a wet heap, her robe drenched through and hanging pitifully on her shoulders. She closed her eyes and places her hands over her face, her memory of what happened when she was younger repeating over and over inside her head. Just as it always did during storms. 

[draconianvincent-blog]

Vincent pulled her close, kissing the top of her head. He rubbed her back in an attempt to calm her down. “You don’t ever have to worry about me, I promise." He gently pushed her away from his chest in order to wipe away her tears. “I promise."

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew nods and reached a wet hand up to wipe at her face. "Don’t go out.. Don’t go out. Stay with me." She manages to speak without stuttering and grabs onto his hands, clutching them as if they were a life line.She slowly rises from her spot on the floor, despite being weak at the knees, and holds onto him. "I-I’m sorry Vincent, I thought…" 

[draconianvincent-blog]

"there’s no need to be scared, Heart. I got you. I’ll stay with you." He squeezed her hand reassuringly, making sure she wasn’t going to fall over.

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew holds onto his hand and leads him to his room, head bowed down and fingers tightening around his own with each boom of thunder overhead. "I just hate storms... I can never sleep, and I went looking for you. Then I thought you were in the storm, so I tried to go out on the balcony to find you.." 

She runs a hand through her wet hair, "I didn't want to be alone tonight"

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew was perched on the edge of her bed, optics wide and glowing…

[cockscrewdahearts]

Here Be Dragon. His name is Vincent: Closed RP

[cockscrewdahearts]

Here Be Dragon. His name is Vincent: cockscrewdahearts: Here Be Dragon. His name is Vincent: Closed…

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew tries to respond the best she can, clinging onto him desperately with her face buried in his chest. "I-I was l-looking—" a hiccup interrupts her attempt at trying to explain, "f-for…”. She grapples onto him, trying not to cry as the thunder shakes the ship once again. Cockscrew makes a valiant attempt to stop herself from stuttering and having oil leak from her optics, but her efforts all go wasted. She slowly sinks to the ground in a wet heap, her robe drenched through and hanging pitifully on her shoulders. She closed her eyes and places her hands over her face, her memory of what happened when she was younger repeating over and over inside her head. Just as it always did during storms. 

[draconianvincent-blog]

Vincent pulled her close, kissing the top of her head. He rubbed her back in an attempt to calm her down. “You don’t ever have to worry about me, I promise." He gently pushed her away from his chest in order to wipe away her tears. “I promise."

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew nods and reached a wet hand up to wipe at her face. "Don't go out.. Don't go out. Stay with me." She manages to speak without stuttering and grabs onto his hands, clutching them as if they were a life line.She slowly rises from her spot on the floor, despite being weak at the knees, and holds onto him. "I-I'm sorry Vincent, I thought..." 

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew was perched on the edge of her bed, optics wide and glowing...

[cockscrewdahearts]

Here Be Dragon. His name is Vincent: Closed RP

[cockscrewdahearts]

Here Be Dragon. His name is Vincent: cockscrewdahearts: Here Be Dragon. His name is Vincent: Closed…

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew tries to respond the best she can, clinging onto him desperately with her face buried in his chest. "I-I was l-looking--" a hiccup interrupts her attempt at trying to explain, "f-for...". She grapples onto him, trying not to cry as the thunder shakes the ship once again. Cockscrew makes a valiant attempt to stop herself from stuttering and having oil leak from her optics, but her efforts all go wasted. She slowly sinks to the ground in a wet heap, her robe drenched through and hanging pitifully on her shoulders. She closed her eyes and places her hands over her face, her memory of what happened when she was younger repeating over and over inside her head. Just as it always did during storms. 

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew was perched on the edge of her bed, optics wide and glowing in the thick blackness of night. It was storming, wind howling and ship rocking as it drifted uneasily in the pouring rain. She...

[cockscrewdahearts]

Here Be Dragon. His name is Vincent: Closed RP

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew stepped one foot onto the soaked balcony, hands grasping onto the outside wall as she made her way out of the room. The rain was hitting the airship so hard that in a manner of minutes she was positively drenched from head to toe. The creaking that the ship was making mid-air was not helping her situation. "Vincent?!" She called out desperately, scanning the skies with flickering optics. She couldn't see him, and the panic that had already set deep into her core grew within each passing minute. She saw no mighty wingspan gliding across blackened sky. 

Cockscrew leaned a little bit away from the wall, trying to crane her neck upward to get a better view, when the ship suddenly shifted in the wind caused her footing to slip. A screech escapes her throat as her soaked form slides toward the railing. She frantically waves her arms out and grabs onto one of the rails just before her body falls off the balcony. A muffled sob escapes her throat as she tries to pull herself back up. 

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew was perched on the edge of her bed, optics wide and glowing in the thick blackness of night. It was storming, wind howling and ship rocking as it drifted uneasily in the pouring rain. She clutched the front of her robe, trying to keep herself calm by idly playing...

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew finally reaches his room and grasps the doorknob with quivering fingers. "V-vince...Vincent are you there?" She cracks the door open to peek inside, noticing that his bed is completely empty. A tremor of fear goes down her spine and her core stops in it's static. She opens the door and walks into the room, staring out onto the sliding glass door adjacent to her. 

"Oh gosh p-please, don't let him be out in this." She whispers to herself, walking to the glass door and grasping the handle. Cockscrew shakes as another crack of lightning flashes beyond the glass door but nonetheless opens it, staring out into the storm trying to spot Vincent in the sky. 

[cockscrewdahearts]

Closed RP

Cockscrew was perched on the edge of her bed, optics wide and glowing in the thick blackness of night. It was storming, wind howling and ship rocking as it drifted uneasily in the pouring rain. She clutched the front of her robe, trying to keep herself calm by idly playing with the white lace. A crack of lightning lit up her room and she made a small whimper of displeasure. She stood quickly from her bed and ambled out of the room, trying to keep her composure. She focused on blocking out the loud thundering boom that soon followed her into the hall. She hurried down the hall as fast as her feet could take her, a trembling hand ghosting upon the wall. The lights were already starting to flicker out.

A sudden explosion of thunder caused the ship to make a sharp lean to the left for a moment. A squeak of panic escaped her mouth and she bolted down the hall toward Vincent's room. 

[raccoonarchive]

Updated! The Madame with her first and most precious creation, an automaton dancer named Cockscrew da Hearts. Like all of “her girls," The Madame is viciously protective of the sweet, vivacious little automaton, affectionately nicknamed Corky.

Cockscrew belongs to this cutie patoot right here.

[cockscrewdahearts]

We take the best family photos don't we? 

[raccoonarchive]

Meet The Madame, who runs an airship she designed called the Painted Lady. It’s an enormous airship, more akin to a commercial cruise ship than a dirigible, and hosts many luxurious staterooms and a “grand hall" for shows. The shows?

Why, the Madame’s Scintillating Spectacle of Scandalous Seduction, a burlesque show composed of a variety of Kazoolanders and a few automatons. The Madame herself is a what’s known as a reanima, or a “construct" using human body parts to create an entirely new person. Built in Dandyton by a madboy who wanted the best features and personality traits of all his mad genius girlfriends. While physically, he got what he wanted, reanimation is tricky, even more-so when you use the very volatile Fire Matter. The Madame, named Elinor Mêlé at the time of her creation, had a personality completely different from what he expected… and she rebelled, trapped him behind the 8th Gate, and escaped. She is brilliant and stubborn, but still not exactly “alive," per se, though she is warm to the touch and enjoys food and drink.

The Madame wears a strange looking box on one arm, which pulsates and glows all the time. It has a keyhole on one side that, when wound, causes the device to send an electric charge through her body. This keeps her animated, and can be used to “reanimate" her if she “drops dead" at any point. At various points on her body are obvious stitches from where she was put together from different body parts.

[cockscrewdahearts]

Ah wow!~ Look at Mama, being so lovely as always. 

[draconianvincent-blog]

[draconianvincent-blog]

She paused in playing with his hair and leaned on his shoulder, folding her arms and resting her chin on them. “Are you talking about you and your brother? What was he like?”

“His name was Alucard. He was six years older than me. We were very close. Alucard was always much bigger and stronger than me, but never took advantage of it.” Vincent smiled, remembering his brother. “He taught me everything I know about being a warrior, because my father was always away.”

She blinked at the thought of anyone being stronger or bigger than Vincent. “Did he teach you how to fly and all that? He seems like a really good brother.“ 

“Draconians have to teach themselves to fly, but yes, my brother was my overseer.” He thought for a moment. “Would you like to fly, Heart?”

[cockscrewdahearts]

Her optics widen and she looks up to the clear sky, watching the clouds trail idly above. “A-Ah, but… I’m…” she paused and grinned at him, “you really mean it?” Steam begins to plume out of her vents in excitement and she stands up, hands waving frantically. “But I’m so heavy darling, but oh gosh I would love to..“ 

[draconianvincent-blog]

Vincent chuckled. “You forget who I am.” He scooped her up effortlessly and launched into the sky.

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew squeaks and grabs onto his chest frantically with one hand while holding her skirt down with the other. She slowly turns her face out from the crook of her neck to look down. She parts her lips in awe and leans a bit forward to get a better view. “This is amazing!”

[draconianvincent-blog]

With only a few flaps of his wings they were miles in the air, shooting upwards beyond the clouds. “How high can you go? The pressure gets pretty intense.”

[cockscrewdahearts]

“I’d say pretty high, the painted lady although a bit old, she knows how to soar but this is completely different!” She says, turning her head to watch his wings work as they climb up in the sky higher and higher. “So this is nothing for you huh?”

[draconianvincent-blog]

“Nothing at all, my dear. Anything you would like to see?”

[cockscrewdahearts]

"Oh um the clouds! Can I touch a cloud?" She smiles bright and points to a exceptionally fluffy one while still holding on to him. 

[draconianvincent-blog]

[draconianvincent-blog]

She paused in playing with his hair and leaned on his shoulder, folding her arms and resting her chin on them. “Are you talking about you and your brother? What was he like?”

“His name was Alucard. He was six years older than me. We were very close. Alucard was always much bigger and stronger than me, but never took advantage of it.” Vincent smiled, remembering his brother. “He taught me everything I know about being a warrior, because my father was always away.”

She blinked at the thought of anyone being stronger or bigger than Vincent. “Did he teach you how to fly and all that? He seems like a really good brother.“ 

“Draconians have to teach themselves to fly, but yes, my brother was my overseer.” He thought for a moment. “Would you like to fly, Heart?”

[cockscrewdahearts]

Her optics widen and she looks up to the clear sky, watching the clouds trail idly above. “A-Ah, but… I’m…” she paused and grinned at him, “you really mean it?” Steam begins to plume out of her vents in excitement and she stands up, hands waving frantically. “But I’m so heavy darling, but oh gosh I would love to..“ 

[draconianvincent-blog]

Vincent chuckled. “You forget who I am.” He scooped her up effortlessly and launched into the sky.

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew squeaks and grabs onto his chest frantically with one hand while holding her skirt down with the other. She slowly turns her face out from the crook of her neck to look down. She parts her lips in awe and leans a bit forward to get a better view. “This is amazing!”

[draconianvincent-blog]

With only a few flaps of his wings they were miles in the air, shooting upwards beyond the clouds. “How high can you go? The pressure gets pretty intense.”

[cockscrewdahearts]

"I'd say pretty high, the painted lady although a bit old, she knows how to soar but this is completely different!" She says, turning her head to watch his wings work as they climb up in the sky higher and higher. "So this is nothing for you huh?"

[draconianvincent-blog]

[draconianvincent-blog]

She paused in playing with his hair and leaned on his shoulder, folding her arms and resting her chin on them. “Are you talking about you and your brother? What was he like?”

“His name was Alucard. He was six years older than me. We were very close. Alucard was always much bigger and stronger than me, but never took advantage of it.” Vincent smiled, remembering his brother. “He taught me everything I know about being a warrior, because my father was always away.”

She blinked at the thought of anyone being stronger or bigger than Vincent. “Did he teach you how to fly and all that? He seems like a really good brother.“ 

“Draconians have to teach themselves to fly, but yes, my brother was my overseer.” He thought for a moment. “Would you like to fly, Heart?”

[cockscrewdahearts]

Her optics widen and she looks up to the clear sky, watching the clouds trail idly above. “A-Ah, but… I’m…” she paused and grinned at him, “you really mean it?” Steam begins to plume out of her vents in excitement and she stands up, hands waving frantically. “But I’m so heavy darling, but oh gosh I would love to..“ 

[draconianvincent-blog]

Vincent chuckled. “You forget who I am.” He scooped her up effortlessly and launched into the sky.

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew squeaks and grabs onto his chest frantically with one hand while holding her skirt down with the other. She slowly turns her face out from the crook of her neck to look down. She parts her lips in awe and leans a bit forward to get a better view. "This is amazing!"

[draconianvincent-blog]

[draconianvincent-blog]

She paused in playing with his hair and leaned on his shoulder, folding her arms and resting her chin on them. “Are you talking about you and your brother? What was he like?”

“His name was Alucard. He was six years older than me. We were very close. Alucard was always much bigger and stronger than me, but never took advantage of it.” Vincent smiled, remembering his brother. “He taught me everything I know about being a warrior, because my father was always away.”

She blinked at the thought of anyone being stronger or bigger than Vincent. “Did he teach you how to fly and all that? He seems like a really good brother.“ 

“Draconians have to teach themselves to fly, but yes, my brother was my overseer.” He thought for a moment. “Would you like to fly, Heart?”

[cockscrewdahearts]

Her optics widen and she looks up to the clear sky, watching the clouds trail idly above. "A-Ah, but... I'm..." she paused and grinned at him, "you really mean it?" Steam begins to plume out of her vents in excitement and she stands up, hands waving frantically. "But I'm so heavy darling, but oh gosh I would love to.." 

[draconianvincent-blog]

Vincent sat outside, sunning himself. His wings were spread, and his eyes closed. He was humming a peaceful tune, one that his mother sang to him when he was a child.

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew smiled as she walked up a hill just behind the painted lady, steam…

[cockscrewdahearts]

“I am,” she takes a pause to huff and sit on the ground next to him, “Just dandy! I saw you from,” she paused once more to “breathe”, just one of those handy little human tricks she’s picked up over the years, “the balcony so I brought you lunch!” 

Cockscrew gently places the basket in his lap and places her hands on her knees, watching him

[draconianvincent-blog]

He opens one eye and gives a faint smile. “What’s this?”

[cockscrewdahearts]

“Food! I think there’s at least 10 sandwiches and some fruit in there” She smiled at him and folded her knees beneath her, smoothing out some wrinkles in her skirt. “They wouldn’t let me cook like I had wanted, insisted on making it, I didn’t know how much you wanted either.” 

[draconianvincent-blog]

“Quite a lot.” He grinned at Heart. Vincent opened the basket and took a sniff. “It smells good. Do robots eat?”

[cockscrewdahearts]

She raises a finger to her lips and taps them for a moment in thought, “Well we can… but it’s not exactly good for us. I can taste things though! I was given sensors, tried to be made as human as anatomically as possible.” Cockscrew  watched him and smiled, “I like strawberries, I can bite them just enough that I can taste the juice a bit.“ 

She reaches down to pluck a blade of grass from the ground, playing with it innocently before looking at him again. “What is your favorite food? So next time I know“ 

[draconianvincent-blog]

“Venison. There were many deer in horroria, and my father was a rather accomplished hunter. Of course, they weren’t the same as the deer on earth. But they taste pretty much the same.”

[cockscrewdahearts]

“What made them different, the deer?” she asked in between trying to blow on the blade of grass to make it squeak. She soon gave up and dropped the grass to the ground and choosing to occupy her time by playing with Vincent’s hair. 

[draconianvincent-blog]

“They were much bigger. And more vicious. We used to try and ride them when we were children. I miss those times.”

[cockscrewdahearts]

She paused in playing with his hair and leaned on his shoulder, folding her arms and resting her chin on them. “Are you talking about you and your brother? What was he like?”

[draconianvincent-blog]

“His name was Alucard. He was six years older than me. We were very close. Alucard was always much bigger and stronger than me, but never took advantage of it.” Vincent smiled, remembering his brother. “He taught me everything I know about being a warrior, because my father was always away.”

[cockscrewdahearts]

She blinked at the thought of anyone being stronger or bigger than Vincent. "Did he teach you how to fly and all that? He seems like a really good brother." 

[draconianvincent-blog]

Vincent sat outside, sunning himself. His wings were spread, and his eyes closed. He was humming a peaceful tune, one that his mother sang to him when he was a child.

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew smiled as she walked up a hill just behind the painted lady, steam…

[cockscrewdahearts]

“I am,” she takes a pause to huff and sit on the ground next to him, “Just dandy! I saw you from,” she paused once more to “breathe”, just one of those handy little human tricks she’s picked up over the years, “the balcony so I brought you lunch!” 

Cockscrew gently places the basket in his lap and places her hands on her knees, watching him

[draconianvincent-blog]

He opens one eye and gives a faint smile. “What’s this?”

[cockscrewdahearts]

“Food! I think there’s at least 10 sandwiches and some fruit in there” She smiled at him and folded her knees beneath her, smoothing out some wrinkles in her skirt. “They wouldn’t let me cook like I had wanted, insisted on making it, I didn’t know how much you wanted either.” 

[draconianvincent-blog]

“Quite a lot.” He grinned at Heart. Vincent opened the basket and took a sniff. “It smells good. Do robots eat?”

[cockscrewdahearts]

She raises a finger to her lips and taps them for a moment in thought, “Well we can… but it’s not exactly good for us. I can taste things though! I was given sensors, tried to be made as human as anatomically as possible.” Cockscrew  watched him and smiled, “I like strawberries, I can bite them just enough that I can taste the juice a bit.“ 

She reaches down to pluck a blade of grass from the ground, playing with it innocently before looking at him again. “What is your favorite food? So next time I know“ 

[draconianvincent-blog]

“Venison. There were many deer in horroria, and my father was a rather accomplished hunter. Of course, they weren’t the same as the deer on earth. But they taste pretty much the same.”

[cockscrewdahearts]

“What made them different, the deer?” she asked in between trying to blow on the blade of grass to make it squeak. She soon gave up and dropped the grass to the ground and choosing to occupy her time by playing with Vincent’s hair. 

[draconianvincent-blog]

“They were much bigger. And more vicious. We used to try and ride them when we were children. I miss those times.”

[cockscrewdahearts]

She paused in playing with his hair and leaned on his shoulder, folding her arms and resting her chin on them. "Are you talking about you and your brother? What was he like?"

[draconianvincent-blog]

Vincent sat outside, sunning himself. His wings were spread, and his eyes closed. He was humming a peaceful tune, one that his mother sang to him when he was a child.

[cockscrewdahearts]

Cockscrew smiled as she walked up a hill just behind the painted lady, steam…

[cockscrewdahearts]

“I am,” she takes a pause to huff and sit on the ground next to him, “Just dandy! I saw you from,” she paused once more to “breathe”, just one of those handy little human tricks she’s picked up over the years, “the balcony so I brought you lunch!” 

Cockscrew gently places the basket in his lap and places her hands on her knees, watching him

[draconianvincent-blog]

He opens one eye and gives a faint smile. “What’s this?”

[cockscrewdahearts]

“Food! I think there’s at least 10 sandwiches and some fruit in there” She smiled at him and folded her knees beneath her, smoothing out some wrinkles in her skirt. “They wouldn’t let me cook like I had wanted, insisted on making it, I didn’t know how much you wanted either.” 

[draconianvincent-blog]

“Quite a lot.” He grinned at Heart. Vincent opened the basket and took a sniff. “It smells good. Do robots eat?”

[cockscrewdahearts]

She raises a finger to her lips and taps them for a moment in thought, “Well we can… but it’s not exactly good for us. I can taste things though! I was given sensors, tried to be made as human as anatomically as possible.” Cockscrew  watched him and smiled, “I like strawberries, I can bite them just enough that I can taste the juice a bit.“ 

She reaches down to pluck a blade of grass from the ground, playing with it innocently before looking at him again. “What is your favorite food? So next time I know“ 

[draconianvincent-blog]

“Venison. There were many deer in horroria, and my father was a rather accomplished hunter. Of course, they weren’t the same as the deer on earth. But they taste pretty much the same.”

[cockscrewdahearts]

"What made them different, the deer?" she asked in between trying to blow on the blade of grass to make it squeak. She soon gave up and dropped the grass to the ground and choosing to occupy her time by playing with Vincent's hair.