Excuse me, Himbo Male Dragon who wants to be your housewife and have your children???
Please. Meru. I'm begging you on my hands and knees.
Show me the one who wants to become my beloved wife.
Here's a quick doodle
Doesn't have a name at the moment (I feel like we've already established that I suck at finding names) but basically, he's a dragon hybrid who's one of the very few remaining. Because of that he's not really familiar neither with his own kind nor humans.
When you first find him he gets scared and hides away but with time you manage to get him to warm up to you and he proceeds to get super clingy. He wants to be your wife and wants you to impregnate him even though it's biologically impossible, "We can find a solution with the power of love!" he says.
He cries when you leave him alone to go to school or work and tries to sneak into your room to feel less lonely, so you end up having to gift him your pillows and bedsheet so he can smell those and feel calmer. He also then brings those to his humble cave to build a nest for you two.
He has been one of the ocs I've been enjoying spinning in my head since imagining him being all cute and stupid is relaxing. Unfortunately I don't really have plans for adding him to the cast at the moment since I'm busy with the game + his personality and story might overlap with Silas'.
I don't have ms paint but just pretend it is bc no one knows paintbrush for mac but i can assure you it was just as hellish if not worse since theres technically no brushes other than a pixel round brush and the worst looking freaking spray paint
CWs: Spit Swapping | Non-con | Rough Sex | F!Reader | Blood | Reader Dies (Kind of) | Enemies to Enemies | MDNI (18+)
Until death do you part, or so the saying goes.
Though, you only wish you’d be so lucky to part by passing...
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You had first met your Yandere!Necromancer at your old magical academy, many, many moons ago. He was weaker then, you both were. You had underestimated the poor boy, had thought his methods unconventional.
Oh, how right you were.
The undead scourge had plagued your homeland for a decade after he grew into his power. The land was now barren, your allies were slain. So, naturally, you had trained to grow stronger, and sought out to kill the blossoming lich king.
But, he was no longer the frail student of past, and before you knew it, you found yourself hopelessly caught in his lair.
Your Yandere!Necromancer watched as you squirmed in his arcane holds. The sigils pressed white-hot burns across your body like an explosion of coal along your tender flesh. You screamed out, damned him, cursed him, but a protective charm had been laid out across his domain: your magic was useless here.
You did your best. In fact, had he not been on high alert, you might have actually killed him. But, your fatal mistake was in the details, in mere half-seconds. This battle was over. You were over.
Your Yandere!Necromancer stood and relished in your bitter tears. How long had he dreamed of capturing you, helpless and afraid? You had been a star student, adored by all back at the academy. Your talent and warm nature honed your magic well. So well in fact, he once considered you his only rival. And yet, here you were. Still human, and still weak.
“Little witchling,” his voice was older than you remember, something ancient catching at the edges of his vocal cords. Truthfully, he had promised his soul away to something ageless many years ago, though you didn't know that. Your Yandere!Necromancer mocked you, “Did you really think you could defeat me?”
Hot tears welled up and flowed over. Gods, it hurt. You’re going to die. You’re dying. Your mind was a mess, and your tongue refused to speak. What did you think you could do? Pierce his heart? You swallowed. Did he even have one anymore?
A cold hand traced your face, cupping it gently. Your Yandere!Necromancer wiped your tears away, and you watched in horror as he lifted his fingers up to his shrouded head, jaw exposed just enough to see his black tongue flick out and taste your sorrow. Taste you. You gagged dryly, afraid.
“Please… Let me go,” You had just enough strength to beg, “I… I don’t want to die—”
The sigils against your skin flared bright white again and you screamed out, stomach flipping. The damage was all mental, but your will was too weak to ignore it. You could barely see straight as your Yandere!Necromancer knelt down beside you, petting your hair gently as if you were a wounded animal in his hunting trap. He had longed to touch you, wondered how your hot skin would feel against his own, and curled his slender fingers boldly within your locks.
You were finally in his grasp.
“You fear death?” He sucked his teeth teasingly, almost chuckling, “You’ll welcome it soon enough... when I’m through with you.”
He shushed you, and suddenly hooked his fingers violently against the back of your head, forcing you to crane your neck back so far, you feared you’d break. Another cry escaped. Your tears spilled past your cheeks and towards your ears, and you watched in disgust as his mouth opened above yours, and a single line of drool trailed down…
Down…
Down…
…Towards your quivering lips.
Your Yandere!Necromancer watched with crimson eyes expectantly as the poison forced its way against your parted lips, and you winced in humiliation as you tasted your captor. It was crushed and bitter cloves, laced with burnt roots and licorice. Something metallic. Something sweet. Something foul. Your stomach did somersaults again, and your refusal to swallow felt like drowning.
With an eager second hand, he fastened your jaw shut. Your eyes watered more as you whimpered, desperate to refuse his cold saliva. But swallow or not, you realized too late that it was more than just his spit. It was something toxic.
Your vision doubled, then tripled, and suddenly your body felt very much numb altogether as your mind focused onto a single point: your slowing heartbeat.
Your Yandere!Necromancer smiled a cruel smile, half of his face still hidden behind a dark hood, as darkness crept into your vision.
And then everything went black.
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Wet.
Hot.
Pain.
Searing, burning pain.
Your eyes opened wide, frantic, and your lungs filled with air to scream, but instead you let out a damp groan, throat raw and coated with old blood. It took a moment for you to realize that your Yandere!Necromancer was fucking into your dry sex with hateful speed, your hips splayed apart uncomfortably wide.
You gagged on your own bile and blood as you realized your mouth was damaged—maybe rotted and blistered from your captor’s earlier undead elixir—and your arms were pinched behind you, tied tight with dimly lit sigil bindings. The runes snaked across your body in curved ropes, pinning you helplessly across a marble altar. You could smell death and disease around you, but your head was held uncomfortably up, only pointed towards the black stone ceiling.
You cried, at least you thought you were crying. Everything was a blinding white-hot pain that you couldn’t even feel the wetness of your tears as they leaked around your clumped lashes.
But your Yandere!Necromancer was ecstatic, stabbing his manhood so deep inside you that your body shuddered against your will. He had admired you, spied on you, envied you, and hated you for so, so, so long. It was in his nature to soil perfect living things, and you were no exception.
“My witchling…”
It wasn’t a purr, it was a command. A renaming.
Your Yandere!Necromancer dug his dark nails into your thigh's exposed flesh, piercing you until thick, red blood caked underneath his fingernails. Your skin bloomed with bruises underneath his touch. More. More. His thrusting had become desperate, erratic, and he watched in blissful pride as your body begun to submit to his will and reformed to his shape.
Gods.
He wanted you like this—perfectly his, forever.
For longer than forever.
Please stop—You thought you whispered it, begged it, but your throat was too weak. You barely even had the strength to struggle against your holds. Instead your body pressed harder into the used altar, trying to gain distance from him, but to no avail.
Your blurred state of mind only sharpened into a blade-like point when you felt your Yandere!Necromancer lean down and bite into your bare shoulder. Blood burst past his teeth and coated his gums with the salty-sweet taste of you. Your throat was raw and damaged but you screamed and screamed. And, like a starved dog, he lapped up your delicious, hot essence.
You had begun to bleed out.
Slowly but surely, you felt it begin to drain out: your very life itself. Like a cold blanket laid over your burning body, you began to grow numb and cold, and the ringing of bells danced in your ears like a merciless alarm.
In, out, in, in, in, out, in, out—
Your Yandere!Necromancer counted his thrusts like measured punishments, watching as your eyes dulled and glassed over with every raw thrust. He hated you for so long, but only now realized how... beautiful you were. You were like a perfect, crumpled flower: your petals were bruised and plucked, all for his enjoyment. Yes, you were beautiful now. Beautiful and his.
You were silent.
Your mind had slipped away before your heart even stopped, and even then, your Yandere!Necromancer didn't halt his desperate fucking. He was close—your pussy was still tight and hot—but this wouldn't do. No, no, no.
He wanted you. The real you.
The living you.
But you were so weak, so fragile. If he wanted to keep up his fun, you had to improve. You had to be reborn.
Still rhythmically thrusting, your Yandere!Necromancer knelt down, draping your body in his dark robes, your own blood spilling from his lips and dripping across your face like springtime rain. The color was still in your cheeks when he pressed his lips against yours, invading your mouth with his tongue as he traced dark magic into the roof of your mouth. It wasn't textbook, it wasn't a spell that was written down.
And, if you were alive at this point, you would have felt the constricting pain as your veins hollowed and dried and filled with terrible, horrible magics. You would have felt your skin cool and harden, would have felt as your heart lurched back and up and awake. But luckily you were unaware of all of this, and instead dreamily blinked your eyes back awake, stifled and shocked by the sudden kiss upon your lips.
You mumbled something into his mouth, still so weak and tired, but no longer in pain. Something was different, but you didn't know what. Your mind was a haze, now under his control.
Your Yandere!Necromancer bit against your lip and pulled away enough to hide his twisting expression from you. In undeath, you had begun to clench harder against his pained cock, your own expression now blissful and unaware. With a final thrust, he painted your womb with his seed, though it would no longer affect you like it would have before. You tried to crane your head up again for another kiss, your lips stained with blood, but you were still bound. Still weak, but no longer human.
Your Yandere!Necromancer finally released himself from you, smearing your combined juices against your inner thigh. You were his perfectly preserved flower... All his, forever and ever. He trailed his finger against the curve of your jaw, almost affectionate, and removed your arcane bindings. The runes floated down to the altar like burnt feathers falling through thick air.
Even unbound, you did not run—and why would you? This was where you belonged now.
The mage took your hand in his, carefully pulling you up until you leaned lovingly within his arms. He smelled of cloves and burnt honey, with a soft undertone of peat. And many, many moons ago, he might had wished for this moment between you two: you, a once-great witch, felt so small in his embrace. Were you always a woman, while he was a man? He was unsure. But, things were different now. You were different now. The questions he once asked would now forever go unanswered. And he must accept that.
"Come now, sweet witchling," Your Yandere!Necromancer cloaked you in his dark shroud, "Let me show you around our home."
getting scambot messages from random accounts that clearly used to be normal active blogs is sad enough. you know that there used to be a real person on that blog until they were tricked into handing their password to the digital fae.
but it's an entirely new level of tragic when somebody you've actually spoken to gets turned into a bot account. it's like peeking at a zombie apocalypse through the window and realizing one of the shambling corpses was your friend.
and then the zombie catches sight of you, lurches up to your window, and shouts through the glass that they accidentally reported your account to tumblr and you'll be deactivated unless you click this link.
RIP to the blog that used to DM me to tell me they liked my new chapters. Their last known words spoken before being turned, 17 hours ago: "Ggs!" They were praising someone's deadlift.
the message they tried to get me with is probably the same message that got them, so for anybody who hasn't already been warned about the signs of a zombie account:
if you get something like this ↑ they're gonna follow up by instructing you to contact tumblr support on discord and give you contact info; or they're gonna link a website that looks sort of like tumblr support and say you have to email them; or any variety of "you must now contact tumblr, here is how you contact tumblr."
whatever they send you, it Does Not lead to tumblr. it leads to the master zombie that bit them and inducted them into the ranks of the undead, and will bite you the second they have your email and password. i might be confusing zombies and vampires. anyway,
it's easier to fall for these messages because the blog doesn't LOOK like a bot blog, because it ISN'T a bot blog. it's a normal person's blog that got accessed by a bot, meaning the blog's content CLEARLY looks like a real active user when you click on it. and yes—it might even be a blog you already know. sometimes bots like this go down a blog's DMs or reblogs and message people they've previously interacted with.
they got one of my treasured followers, and they can get you too. don't fall for their tricks. know the signs.
