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About me
Hi! my name's Selk.
He/him
Ao3 account
What I'll be doing on this account is posting my fanfics, (whenever I finish them that is) gushing over characters and art.
Main fandom is Castlevania, specifically Lament of innocence.
But what do you MEAN this fic where blorbo gets mind controlled might be kinky?
So I am kind of famous for saying that this fandom has a lot of untagged kinks and I get people in my notes pretty regularly going YES I"M BEGGING YOU TAG IT or YOU"RE DERANGED THIS IS PLATONIC, etc. Lots of strong emotions. But I also get people who are going uh, I knew something was going on, but I couldn't really identify it— what do you mean exactly? What kinks are you seeing?
So, this post is breaking down things I've seen and how in some cases, they start to cross the line into kink territory. These are all things that were being done platonically— no dicks were out, everybody's clothes were on (in most cases, not always with the dehumanization tropes)— but the focus of the narrative started to place special weight on specific features, experiences, or concepts— there were extended paragraphs that served no narrative purpose except to dwell on something— in a way that I started to go "the point of this fic is the squiggly feeling the author or reader gets on reading about this specific setup— this is getting kinky". And that is fine, I am not placing any moral weight on engaging in kinks— people just get wired sometimes to really like the concept of bondage— but a) sometimes it would be nice to get a heads up as a reader, b) if you like these things— there are tags out there that are FULL of this concept, you might like to do it or search it out on purpose.
So I asked some friends what things have they found in platonic fics that they went "ah. yeah. something is happening here", and this post is the result. A lot of these things don't exist in the real world or people don't necessarily want them to happen in the real world/to them, so it's understandable that a person can miss how they'd started to morph and become something new. But when we talk about kink in fiction we're often talking about things that either can't or we don't want to happen in real life, it's just that reading about them/writing them scratches our brain.
And also, to be clear, in no way do I mean that if you've written these concepts then you definitely have been writing kink. There are vanilla ways to do all of these concepts, and sometimes the idea of dehumanization is interesting to you from a narrative standpoint, for example. You can also engage with them in a non-sexual way— many ace people are very kinky— so I'm not saying that you've secretly been writing porn OR writing something you have a real desire to happen to you. Just to make that clear. However, if you keep coming back to a specific setup for writing or reading, it might be worth investigating if certain things scratch your brain in a specific way.
So.
Kisses that mean death.
Sirens kissing their prey as they drag them to the deep, letting the ocean seal their union.
Vampire kissing their victims as the bitten victim chokes on their own blood.
Snake-like monsters kissing their prey as they force the last bit of breath from their lungs.
Victims pleading for mercy as their words are swallowed up by tongues and lips and lust.
Kisses that mean death.
Daily affirmations
I am a freak and that is ok
Anyone who hates on me for my writing has never picked up a pencil in their life
I should be more self indulgent
My characters should suffer more
POLL 1 Prompt: Intimate Vampire Whumper
"So...I found you..."
That voice, it turns their blood to ice. Whumpee's eyes wrench open. Whumper, a vampire forged in dark and broken with time, looms at the foot of whumpee's broken bed.
"No-no!" Whumpee scrambles up from the dingy mattress. "H-how did you--?" "I like this place. It's quaint," Whumper says, red eyes glancing around the cramped apartment. Cramped due to size, not furniture. Whumpee doen't even have an old TV. Their bed is a mattress covered with two sheets. Their "closet" was the worn suitcase with a busted wheel.
Whumper slips closer. "Do you like it?" "Yeah, I have a bathroom," Whumpee admits finally, "Kitche's right there," they point to the tiny corner of the room, "Can't use the stove yet. They shut off--that is, the gas isn't wired right yet...I have a hot plate, though. And a microwave. So I'm--I'm good." It's a tiny one, can barely fit a frozen meal in there. The breakroom sink at Whumpee's job is double the size of their kitchen sink.
Whumper looks over Whumpee, smiling along but it only makes Whumpee feel painfully pathetic. They remember Whumper's mansion, gilded doorknobs, a crystal ballroom, nine jacuzzis, seven bedchambers depending on how Whumper wished to seduce their prey. Whumpee hated how much they miss those comfortable beds, even if their scars don't. "And how have you eaten?" Whumper asks, pale skin appearing sallow under the singular bulb. Whumpee's heart lodges in their throat. "Oh, I have enough," they lie. "Store isn't that far away. One of the perks of being here, y'know?"" Whumper nods, smiling, flicking non-existent dust off of their black silken suit. Then their hands suddenly catch Whumpee's waist. "Don't lie to me, now, darling." Cold, slender fingers feel up under Whumpee's hoodie. Whumpee goes limp against the wall, mind racing. They're back again, they're right back to where everything was before they escaped. "I'm not lying," they say, trying to steady their voice. "Show me you're not," Whumper says, but their voice seems tender. It steals away any argument Whumpee thinks to have. "Come, come, let me see--" "It's--I'm fine--" Whumpee flushes, but they let Whumper draw the hoodie off of them. Whumper's fingers find every rib, every stomach cavity Whumpee keeps hidden beneath the hoddie. Whumper's breath sends cold chivers down Whumpee's spine. The flame in Whumper's eyes burns brighter. Their pupils dilate and Whumpee's swears that Whumper's nails grow extra sharp. "I forgot how beautiful you are..." "You mean that?" Whumpee asks. Not because they want to be beautiful, but because they know Whumper is noticing how thin they've become. "I always did," Whumper whispers.
Their words are so honeyed and sweet. But Whumpee mustn't listen. They can't go back. Not yet. "You don't want me. I'm just a caged bird that got away." "Then why didn't I steal you away in the night? Claim you in those dark moments while you wait alone for the bus?" "You stalked me?" Whumpee gasps. They push against Whumper's chest. "I can't even exist without you trying to control my life!" Whumper catches Whumpee's fists, pulls Whumpee flush against their silk-clad body. The soft material kisses Whumpee's bare chest, brushes their back as Whumper holds them. "I know your blood, my runaway bird," Whumper says, fangs inches from Whumpee's lips, "I can taste it in the air when you are near." "Then why did you drain me so much?" Whumpee asks. "Every night, you took--you took everything..." they shudder, head sinking as Whumper's nails trace the scars left on their back. "And now you're back to just...take what's left of me." "There isn't much, is there?" Whumper asks. They lift Whumpee's arm and sink their fangs into the slender wrist. "But it's mine," Whumpee says defiantly, tears pricking their eyes as they glare. "Maybe I don't have long to live, but it's the path I made. So either you kill me tonight or leave me to die on my own terms." Whumper's eyes are firm, cold. "Do you really want this?" "I want freedom. I'm so tired of," Whumpee's hand goes limp as the blood drains from their arm, "so tired of waiting for you to find me." "Well, now I have," Whumper smiles. Their forked tongue licks up the blood dribbling from Whumpee's wrist. "What shall we do?" Their eyes meet. Whumpee wants to pull away, but the silk is so soft and cooling against their skin. And Whumper's arms--Whumpee hasn't been held in so achingly long. The smell of the vampire's cologne, the cooling breath that fans Whumpee's wound as Whumper's kiss heals it. "I'm hungry..." Whumpee says. "...I'm ready to wake up." "Let me bring you back from sleep, my runaway bird." "Not yet--" Whumpee pushes back, pinned between Whumper and the wall. "Just...let me walk around my spot, for another minute?" Whumper catches whumpee's lips. "Don't linger long." Whumpee hurries through the apartment, taking in every detail, turning the knobs on the oven, just to be sure the gas truly was shut off. When they finish, they find Whumper lying upon the mattress. "Leave yourself here, little runaway," Whumper beckons, "All of you." Whumpee works off the rest of their clothes. "Lie down with me, now." Whumpee settles down on the mattress. But they pause, they take one last look toward the kitchen.
"I am hungry," they say as Whumper's cold hand paints their body. Whumper kisses them again, this time drawing blood. "So am I, my runaway heart." The vampire fangs sink into Whumpee's neck. Whumper's hunger is ravenous, consuming. Whumpee's body arches as they're taken, but they don't even cry. The dream will end soon. Then another will follow. Maybe in the next one the vampire won't find them.
If your Blorbo were real, whether or not they would lie, could they have convinced you to GENUINELY believe their lies?
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Whumper sitting with whumpee, forcing them to tell them their preferences, what they like, what they don't like, what are their hard nos. Treating it like a build up to a consensual scene, except none of it is consensual at all, and whumper is essentially using it as a checklist.
its so sad when a fanfic trope initially centered around noncon/dubcon gets popular enough that it turns into a watered down extremely consensual healthy-relationship version of it
as retribution i think i'm going to start taking vanilla tropes and making them noncon. the barista is putting roofies in the coffee. there's only one bed and the other guy is getting chained to the radiator. there's no social or legal protections for assault within soulmate matches
if you could delete a trope from fandom completely What would it be
found family
enemies to lovers
hurt/comfort
post-canon fix it, ending what ending
fake dating
soulmate au
only one bed
fluff
angst
ot3
modern au
other au - royalty, college, cafe, florist
tired of favourite trope What is your most HATED trope. no omegaverse cos it would sweep
If your Blorbo were a real person with an anonymous Tumblr account, would their blog be famous?
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No
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the concept of "canon" is fake anyway. if you write a fanfic with better emotional arcs than the original you win. i said what i said
Evil wizard tasteful pin-up magazine but it's all photos of like, skinny old goths coyly fingering cursed amulets, long-bearded sorcerers doing the 'oopsie' pose as their corrosive destruction spell destroys enough of their own robes to show some skin, naked desiccated lich king positioning his staff of human skulls just so it leaves something to the imagination, dark knights in full armor just holding their soul-eating blades out in front of their codpieces, orc chieftain who did not understand the assignment and is posing with a monster he killed like one of those guys-with-fish photos. Or maybe he DID understand the assignment. Hmm.
"Well, hopefully, this time around I'm better at keeping the prey alive," Whumper said.
"This time around? There were others?" Whumpee asked, horrified.
"Well, you know, keeping humans isn't as easy as getting pet store instructions upon purchase. It's kinda trial and error. And I can't even keep a house plant alive for long! Well, anyway..."
A Whumpee who always listens, trying to figure out how Whumper is feeling. Is their any tone of aggression in their voice?
They calm down in a strange way when Whumper laughs. Even if their not talking to Whumpee. Even if Whumper is laughing about Whumpee. At least they aren't upset. At least they won't let their anger out on Whumpee.
Blood Whump
Whumper forcing whumpee to lick clean all the tools used to torture them. whumper licking clean the instruments after using them on whumpee
whumper giving whumpee a blood filled kiss after sucking at their wounds
forcing Whumpee to lick their blood off the floor or whumpers shoes
Vampire!Whumper who is constantly cutting whumpee open for their blood instead of just biting them
Vampire!whimper who has whumpee lay down on the table, all dressed up so they can strip them down and enjoy their meal
vampire!Whumper who is obviously faster and stronger than Whumpee and lets them out just so they can hunt them down everyday. They tell whumpee that if they run fast enough, or hide good enough they might actually be able to get away from Whumper. Whumpee breaking down every time they’re caught because they were SO close this time.
Vampire! Whumper making Whumpee punish themselves by cutting open their skin to be fed on.
Whumpee who is used to lure Vampire! Whumper out, left in the middle of a forest literally drenched in their own blood. + it attracts more than just one Vampire.
so embarrassing to watch yourself become obsessed with a character that feels tailor made for you specifically to become obsessed with. feels like i fell into a trap made just for me. like damn they got me. those are all the things i like and go crazy for
Since requests are open... Hello! I would like a Waleon header. Thank you, and have a good day.
Sorry for the delay! I was taking a nap. But I hope you like it!