ᴍᴏᴏɴ-sᴄᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs.

a multi-muse blog written by raccoon. nsfw themes present.

[funereasque]

#FUNEREASQUE - an independent & selective blog based on original headcanons for the demonic & other mythos. characters are written by raccoon. a nsfw (21+) blog that has been established in 2018 for muses that have been around for eighteen years. (low activity)

DREAM SNATCHER - like a thief in the night shaking hands with the moonlight.

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CHARACTER SELECTION ♡ PLOT WISHLIST ♡ OOC TAG ♡ DEMON INDEX ♡ LINEAGE PROJECT (dragon cave)

i. semi-private - will only write with those who are followed back and will most likely be picky with those who aren’t when it comes to replies.

This blog is heavily affiliated with @misericordes / @flieuth / this could be you too!

ii. asks - ic and oc asks are acceptable whether you are followed back or not! magic anons may be a thing of the past, but this blog welcomes them. 

anon hate is not tolerated and will be deleted!

iii. nsfw material - smut, gore and anything else not appropriate for work or school will be placed under a read more if written. sexual posts will be tagged as #nsfw. If you don’t feel comfortable with seeing such things, please blacklist it!

1). I will not write nsfw material with those who are not 21 & over. 2). please respect that some muses have a warning page that you might want to read before requesting to interact with them.

iv. mun - the writer is of age (35), has multiple accounts and forgetful! please don’t rush or nudge me for a reply! v. concepts - demons are based off a demon concept by rosaceaes. please don’t steal anything from this blog and its concepts. in the long run, it won’t get you anywhere but getting into trouble. i would rather not deal with any drama. ❤︎ vi. writing - i’m not afraid to write simple sentenced threads to those with multiple paragraphs. crack threads are accepted too! you can’t be serious all the time right? as stated before, i can be a little slow when it comes to replies. if i feel pressured to get to a reply, i will drop it without a word. please don’t get offended if you see me replying to someone else a few times before getting to yours. my muse might feel more comfortable with theirs and such threads will have a higher priority.

CHARACTERS

i. shipping - my characters are often set as single-ship. The more popular ones tend to lean slightly more towards multi-ship unless specified. please don’t force your character upon them for your own shipping needs! chemistry is the preferred way to go and is more comfortable for both my characters and myself. ii. verses - any character with verses other than their main verse will be tagged accordingly.

iii. face claims - any of my characters’ face claims used will not be listed. please do not ask me who they are. any asks received will be ignored. sorry.

iv. credit - icons and themes are made by me. any artwork used will be listed for credit. some of my characters do have artwork of them. please don’t claim their artwork as your own as they do not belong to you. i thought hard on their concepts and have paid money for them to be drawn.

1). some content in characters belong to other writers. credit goes to respective muns as i won’t claim their ideas as my own. 2). abilities written for each character comes straight from powerlisting. 3). artwork/icons used by: @/loputyn @/inoaart @/thirea @/yaki_ari @/gawllia @/beastybby @/kami-icons

[funereasque]

[funereasque]

I need to finish more of Kishan's icons.

[inkpressedpetals]

conversations with a ghost, part 2.

[nixscriptum]

the past is yours to drink from; I’m not thirsty anymore.

[funereasque]

Despite taking over his adoptive family's business of mining sunstones, Kishan had recently acquired dukedom within his claimed circle as all as taking over Gladstone's own business with barrel aged spiced rum with melihound honey called Amber Royal.

The last duke had mysteriously disappeared and Theron had appointed Kishan to have Gladstone's position.

Both businesses is a great income for Kishan and sits comfortably within his home at the Beausoleil Manor as well as Gladstone's own home.

Not only did Gladstone disappear, but his whole entire staff as well.

[mournfulroses]

Paul Verlaine, from a poem titled "Lover's Chat", featured in 100 and One Poems by Paul Verlaine

[funereasque]

Edeline Marie absolutely loves cinnamon rolls. However, she is very picky with them. Make them wrong and she will be greatly disappointed and might get a little bratty about it. There has to be loads of cinnamon and generously coated with frosting. The center of the cinnamon roll must be a bit under cooked, as she says, that's the best part. Biting into a gooey, soft center is just very pleasing to her.

[robasarel]

[robasarel]

[saintnebula]

sadly she didn't had time to complain, if anything she's being bullied !! couldn't even say no you because the moment she opened her mouth, it's honeycomb time !! the Girl ends up chewing it so fast while also trying to get away from the stinky demon. " Stinky cheater !!!! ", sticks her tongue out with a little bfffft to it.

[funereasque]

"A cheater? Me? How could you~. I'm so hurt." The demon laughed at her reaction. She didn't even attempt to spit out his little treat. She just chewed and swallowed it down like this was the fist thing she's had in a century. Why didn't she just take it? She wouldn't have to take the centipede's teasing if she just took that bite. "Sticky brat~." And he'll stick out his tongue right back at her before it clicked back into his mouth and the rest of his honeycomb is quickly eaten and swallowed down. "Not even a thank you. Want to lick up the rest?" The incubus just couldn't help himself as he wiggled his sticky fingers at her.

[funereasque]

what if the Girl just sniffs hm? (for your nice smelling muse :3c

"Care for a bite~?" He really means himself, however, he's dangling freshly cut honeycomb in front of her face.

[saintnebula]

" Stinky pooper ", she is not gonna fall for that!!! And for added dramatics she's going to pinch her nose.

[funereasque]

"You are so right. You are quiet the stinky pooper~." The centipede demon helps her pinch her nose even tighter. And if she'll open her mouth, he'll just put a piece of honeycomb right into her mouth.

[funereasque]

what if the Girl just sniffs hm? (for your nice smelling muse :3c

"Care for a bite~?" He really means himself, however, he's dangling freshly cut honeycomb in front of her face.

[funereasque]

Edeline Marie wears a chatelaine, a belt hook or clasp, that is decorated with suspended trinkets that are most important to her or things she deems fashionable for the outfit she is wearing for the day. The item you'll always find there is the ring she had taken from Matteo that she lied about wanting to use for her divination.

[funereasque]

blinks at . . . (also bec coon has many new ocs..........

☾⋆｡ ๋⭑ BLINKS RIGHT BACK AT YOU! AGGRESSIVELY.

[lunaetis]

─「エデン」─  that was the first thing he asked when he learned she was a WEAPON ? the trailblazer's gaze turned into a slight glare. well, that was on her calling herself like one. did this stranger have no sense of danger ? apparently not. a low growl could be heard echoing from the back of her throat.

                " no. i'm a weapon, but i wield myself. i don't need you to be my handler. " her voice was accompanied by a hiss, and she instinctively pulled her hand back when that small snap of a playful bite was tossed her way. he setup a trap well, for the next moment she was already LOCKED within his hold and his face leaning closer than she'd have liked.

                " you have no respect of someone's personal space, do you ? " there was an audible sigh she purposely let out to show her exasperation. it was a weird thing seeing someone wearing his face and doing things so out of character for the man. she had to rewire her brain soon. the STELLARON was pulsing a little louder, giving a soft golden glow from her chest. her eyes met his square in the gaze, not looking away. challenging, almost.

                " can you stop looking at me like i'm your food ? i do not taste good, and i will choke you on the way down. " quite literally, too.

[funereasque]

"Why not? I can be a rather good Master if you'll allow me~. You might even enjoy yourself." A chuff is made as the taller takes in her scent which oddly made his mouth water. Perhaps it's the sudden energy shift he could feel within the air. He sees the golden light that comes from her chest and ponders a few things he wants to see is true or not. "Usually, when I invade personal spaces, no one really complains~." And the male gives her a small taste of a pleasant feeling. A warmth and a tingle that comes from the hand that held her face. Hunter likes this one. She hasn't even looked away from him yet and he gives her credit for it. It would seem that the trailblazer isn't a push over. "Oh? Choke me then, I'm into that." He'll tease, releasing her hip as a hand makes way towards the glow at her chest.

[funereasque]

Before he had joined his grandfather's ranks within the Royal Guard, Hunter was once in love with a mortal woman named Eleonora who was his true mate. Eleonora lived in a nearby village from the Sinetta winery and had caught the gaze of Hunter during a bump in, picking up a few bottles of wine for her family's dinner party. The two would meet up once in awhile, usually settling in at a quaint little coffee house in her village that usually ended up with him following her to her home.

After a year of him courting her, he had placed his mark of claim upon her (but she can't return it due to being human) and the pair would soon welcome a baby boy named Lelio seven and a half months later (Lelio being a cambion would make Eleonora's pregnancy a little bit shorter than the normal term).

Hunter knew having a mortal mate wasn't ideal, but he was happy. The only thing he didn't know is that his younger brother, Hayden, had caught village rumors. Hayden had always had this odd obsession of making things difficult for his older brother. However, he always had played the victim card and was rather good at it at that. It was easy for him as Hunter had always made things difficult for him as well, but Hunter always looked like he was in the wrong.

Three months into welcoming their son into the world, Hayden had managed to track down where his brother had been sneaking off to and invited himself right in.

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There has always been something off about Hayden. Something he blocks out himself from time to time. Something snaps within him and he is compelled to do things. In this case, within the belly of Eleonora's home, he finds his brother's mate and his half-ling son fast asleep. Little Lelio didn't even get a chance to cry as his uncle did the deed swiftly before he started to feast. He didn't consume him all, but enough to where Lelio's blood and filled the air that would greet Hunter the moment he'd come home to her. Eleonora was next. Ah, sweet Eleonora. Hayden thought she was quite pretty and could see what drew Hunter to her. But, Hayden could have her too. He spies Hunter's mark upon her and was quick to bite over it, causing the mortal woman to jolt awake, screaming and crying for help. She tried her best to fend him off, but nothing worked when you have something that isn't human enough to even care -- to even feel those tiny fists beating at him as he unfortunately forced himself upon her.

With Hayden finding himself almost done, Hunter had finally returned to his family after helping around the winery. Things seemed off. The air around him: a familiar scent of his brother, rich ichor and muffled sounds of groans and struggles. Hunter was quick to burst into the room to find Hayden upon his lover. Hayden was easily pulled away, however, Hunter didn't quite know what to make of things. He is quick to anger and takes true form. In his own ire and confusion, Hunter kills Eleonora himself before he turns his attention to his younger brother. The two fought tooth and claw with Hunter obviously winning. However, Hayden is a crafty one and managed to give his brother the slip and that switch he flipped is turned back off once reaching the safety of his mother. Hunter doesn't give chase. It takes him a good while to calm down; to not see red and processes what had happened. Hayden had spoken words to him during their fight of "doing him a favor" which wouldn't stop ringing though his head. Hunter was angry at himself for not stopping to think about what was happening at the time. But the realization of him killing his own mate sunk in hard and his poor boy wasn't even recognizable. Still within his true form, Hunter decides to consume his mortal lover and what is left of their son. He takes no reminders of them, leaving his newfound home behind and swearing to himself that he will make sure Hayden's life is nothing but a living Hell from here on out.