Midnight Valley Blues

Indie Fantasy AU Midvalley the Hornfreak Please see pinned post for more details (will do more canon to!) 21+ ART BY INKKSUNA UNLESS OTHERWISE STATED

[revivedjazz]

Promotional Image To Come

ART BY @inkksuna

Indie Fae!AU Midvalley the Hornfreak please see the lore tag for more information!

Rules // Lore

[revivedjazz]

It's time for the musician to take the stage once more. Fiddle the like button and I'll get some starters written up and performed

[thedeafprophet]

all of my ocs are inherently neurodivergent in someway because i dont know how neurotypical people work

[ohisms]

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 ;   𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 .    (   a  series  of  kiss  prompts .   some  nsfw  material  present .   )

❛  01 .   a  kiss  to  say  hello . ❛  02 .   a  kiss  for  the  first  time . ❛  03 .   a  kiss  after  a  long  time  apart . ❛  04 .   a  kiss  to  apologize . ❛  05 .   a  kiss  to  forgive . ❛  06 .   a  kiss  during  a  fight . ❛  07 .   a  kiss  to  say  what  you  can’t  say  aloud . ❛  08 .   a  kiss  in  secret  /  a  forbidden  kiss . ❛  09 .   a  kiss  to  prove  a  point . ❛  10 .   a  kiss  against  a  wall . ❛  11 .   a  kiss  on  a  rooftop . ❛  12 .   a  kiss  that  seals  a  marriage . ❛  13 .   a  kiss  before  one  goes  away . ❛  14 .   a  kiss  in  the  shower . ❛  15 .   a  kiss  that  comes  out  of  nowhere . ❛  16 .   a  kiss  first  thing  in  the  morning . ❛  17 .   a  kiss  last  thing  at  night . ❛  18 .   a  kiss  during  combat . ❛  19 .   a  kiss  during  a  fake  relationship . ❛  20 .   a  kiss  out  of  desperation . ❛  21 .   a  kiss  on  the  cheek . ❛  22 .   a  kiss  on  the  forehead . ❛  23 .   a  kiss  on  the  back  of  the  hand . ❛  24 .   a  kiss  on  the  neck . ❛  25 .   a  kiss  on  the  fingertips . ❛  26 .   a  kiss  on  the  stomach . ❛  27 .   a  kiss  to  end  the  sexual  tension . ❛  28 .   a  kiss  over  a  scar . ❛  29 .   a  kiss  over  a  wound . ❛  30 .   a  kiss  to  say  goodbye .

[rpmemesupreme-blog]

send a ▪️ for one way the muse and mun are similar or a ▫️ for one way they're different!

[inkksuna]

A custom tumblr banner for @revivedjazz! If any trigun moots are after a midvalley may I recommend them? :3c

[revivedjazz]

Thank you again my dear for such a stunning piece~

[wolfsmuses-deactivated20231203]

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 : Starved (loosely based on (X))

☮︎ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ With trembling hands the creature claws at the dense soil, eyes bloodshot & half lidded. A pair of erect fangs peek past cracked lips, long & tinted a subtle pink at the roots. He is the reason why the villagers fled behind locked doors.

"Call an exorcist!"

"Call a priest!"

They shout & cower, dragging crying children into their homes. It isn't common for a vampire to crawl out of the woods alone, especially while the sun still lingers. The blood thirsty creature withers within the empty village square, limbs twitching, voice hitched & dry.

"Thirsty...ah...please...please..."

[revivedjazz]

The shouting of the people in the city he'd just started to settle in had the halfling frowning. A feeder? Midvalley doesn't hesitate to slip from his hotel room, taking the stairs three at a time to rush out.

Eyes swept around until they landed on the figure drying up. He rips off his cloak, throwing it over the man to protect him from the sun and bundle him up, crouching down by him.

"Bonjour. You seem to be starved. Do I have permission to take you inside? I have water and plenty of blood if that's what you need, no fear of killing me even in a frenzy, I assure you." It'd be hard to explain the second half, but with how delirious the feeder seemed, it was likely not to matter until after he was tended to.

[revivedjazz]

"If the big bad cranky vampire in red is hungry I have a private room he can have a frenzy in weekly so he can calm down."

The fae feeder is only slightly worried for the man's mental health. Hunger isn't fun.

[revivedjazz]

Bitter Sweet Reunion ||@nothinglikegod||

It had been a delightful fresh few years since he'd been anywhere involved in the violence of the Gun Ho Guns and those lunatics. Though he missed one, the rest made him glad to be out.

Whilst he'd been there, he was a food source for both the Plant and his right hand. Whilst Legato himself had been somewhat kind with the sessions, the Plant was anything but. He was just glad he couldn't die from blood loss and healed fast enough.

But, free at last he'd settled down in a bustling city with the old club his parents had owned long ago. Getting in good with the old owner his nephew he took on the job of running the business and tending to the feeders that came in.

That being said, today he had no such clients for the evening, his pink shirt half open, the tight black pants hugging his slender form well he stood on the stage playing his Sax with the small band he'd gathered over time. It wasn't his old crew, a mismatch of people from all walks of life including an elemental in a wheelchair on the piano. They were his pride and joy, his sweet lost souls given new life.

It was in this evening set that his eyes cracked open, a familiar sound sparking his attention as warm brown flick to the figure settling at the bar.

What is he doing here? There's excitement at seeing his old wolven friend, but a sense of dread creeps into his heart, though thankfully not his music.

He just prayed the man was alone and didn't have orders.

[revivedjazz]

Perma Starter Call

Just going to leave this here so people can like and I'll slither into your dms to plot or just make something. Welcome to the Fae world, where everything impossible is normal and you gotta get used to the weird.

[etrevixit]

⠀⠀⠀ Wolfwood grunted, a sound that was half grimace and half amusement.

❛ Since when does a wolf care about smell? ❜

He managed to joke, even as he grimaced from the pain. His hand clamped tightly on the stranger's shoulder, his knuckles white as they clung to the fabric of his shirt.

❛ That's... a lot of trust you're asking for but I guess I don't have much choice, do I? ❜

Wolfwood grumbled, his voice raspy. He glanced at the cross on the floor. He start to observe the halfling with a wary eye, his gaze flicking to the vials and jars being procured from the cabinet.

He winced as he was adjusted on the couch, his eyes closing momentarily as he tried to steady his breathing. Opening his eyes, he focused on the halfling again, his gaze intense yet weary.

❛ I promise not to bite...unless you make me. ❜

he added, his tone half teasing, half serious. His eyes, however, bore a determined glint. He was ready to fight through the pain, ready to do whatever it took to get back on his feet. He knew he owed the halfling that much, at least.

[revivedjazz]

"I know it's a lot of trust, but it's either trust me or possibly perish from your wounds." The man works with a few things, pressing together a hasty paste over a large leaf before returning to the other's side.

Eyes rolled at the threat, kneeling in front of the other to inspect the wound, items on the table behind him. He reached to gingerly peel fabric away, frowning at the injury still bleeding.

"If a bite could kill me I couldn't do my job as a food source for feeders, now could I? I'm not here to kill you, if I was I would have ignored the sounds of you suffering." He grabbed two vials, one glistening gold powder and the other a shimmering black liquid. "Powder then liquid. Drink it after letting them sit in your mouth for ten seconds."

He again turned to the injury, grabbing the paste smothered leaf and pressed it to the wound, holding it there with force to trap the treatment there. It burned at first, a sharp stinging pain before the area turned numb, a blissful warmth bleeding into his body from the open wound.

[etrevixit]

⠀⠀With a laborious effort, Wolfwood managed to lift his head, meeting the owner's gaze through half-lidded eyes. His dark eyes were clouded with pain, but there was a stubborn fire there, a defiance that spoke of his will to survive.

❛ Damn right I'm gonna let you help me. Ain't in a position to be picky, am I? ❜

He grunted, the words scraping past his throat like shards of glass. He grimaced, showing off his sharp canines.

His eyes drifted to the side, glaring at the empty space where his vials should've been.

❛ Should've been prepared. Stupid. Got cocky. ❜

He muttered, more to himself than the owner. His body trembled, a shudder wracking through him as he tried to push himself up, only to collapse back down with a whimper of pain. He growled, the frustration clear in his voice.

❛ Just... Just do what you gotta do, alright? ❜

[revivedjazz]

The barking response got a raised brow from the halfling, a piece of him wanting to just leave the man there for being so rude. He took another long drag of his cigarette as he inspected the wound. Vials?

"You're in luck. I have healing salves and tonics inside." He noted the heavy metal the other had with him, thinking it over. Leaving it didn't feel right. "This is going to hurt a lot if I'm taking that thing too, you're going to have to put your weight on me."

He moved, hauling the massive cross up like it wasn't three hundred pounds, jamming fingers in the eyeholes of the trigger system and hooked his arm over a shoulder as if he'd seen the man carry it himself. Next he moved, kneeling with a broad stance once his half finished stick was crushed and guided a hand to his neck, hooking his arm under the other's waist and hauled them up.

Instantly, he feels blood leech through his shirt, a silent groan turning to an audible grunt as he fount his footing, steadying them.

"C'mon, work with me here or I'm dropping you." He huffs, shuffling the other's form up higher on his side as delicately as he could before beelining for the back door.

He wastes not time, whistling with enough subtle force for the door to swing open, locking his foot on it to shuffle the man in, thankful they were made with winged people in mind. Down the first hall to the right he slips into the office, swinging the metal to thump on the floor as both hands guided the wounded man onto a couch, the distant music of the club muffling the actions of the back area.

"You're going to be good and just drink what I give you no matter how bad it smells, right?" He leaves the man without pause, wrenching open a cupboard full of items in bottles and jars, grabbing several things as he murmurs to himself.

[nicholas-wolfwood]

🤙 "Watch it, Killer. You'll scuff up my shirt." The man chuckles. (revivedjazz)

@revivedjazz

"Oh please, I've seen you wash blood outta that thing jus' fine, ya pansy!"

[revivedjazz]

The scoff of offence had the musician turning to the fake priest.

"Well I never. Pansy? That's the best you have, panda poubelle?" the French rolls from his tongue freely, lips curled with a smirk.

[needlenxggin]

staaaaaareee

[avataroftheswarm]

staaaaaaaare

[derringer-merylstryfe]

staaaaaare

[avataroftheswarm]

staaaaaaaaare

[revivedjazz]

staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare

[deathsdevotee]

staaaare

[revivedjazz]

staaaare

[needlenxggin]

staaaaaareee

[avataroftheswarm]

staaaaaaaare

[derringer-merylstryfe]

staaaaaare

[avataroftheswarm]

staaaaaaaaare

[revivedjazz]

staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare

[needlenxggin]

staaaaaareee

[revivedjazz]

The half siren looked over, brow raised as Midvalley watched the staring blonde.

"Got something to say, mon ami?"

[revivedjazz]

Taking In Strays ||@crucifixedsin||

It had been a normal night for the owner of the club, the man tired but pleased with the joy of his patrons. He'd slipped to the alley to stretch his legs and clear his head, having had a blood party that night for some vampires he needed air to recover.

He lit the scented cigarette, pleased to drink in the floral notes that calmed his spine instantly. The place had rules, regulations. No fights, no weapons and consent is top priority. Anyone breaking these rules would get a swift kick to the ass from the owner and banned.

It's in this alley that he hears something, ears burning from the club he focuses. Heavy panting, something slick plipping on the stone, heavy metal thunking and being dragged behind staggered footsteps. There's an air of pain in the sounds that he follows without pausing, slowly peering around the corner to where the figure had finally collapsed.

"Well hey there big guy." His voice rolls out, gentle and calm, nearing the other to inspect the damage.

It was bad, large gashes adorning his side, blood coming in steady rivulets. He slowly crouches to the other's height, just out of reach of a swipe. The lycanthrope of a being looked like he'd been in a war, mangled up but still kicking. It was impressive and terrifying.

"Hey. You gonna let me help you?"