Y’all, meet my new oc 👅 his name is Valko ! ! Very similar to another oc I have- but we balllllllllllllll
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Y’all, meet my new oc 👅 his name is Valko ! ! Very similar to another oc I have- but we balllllllllllllll
My opinions on Valko in two pictures:
Not a story post- more so a short rant.
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I'd just like to put it out there that I think appreciation for Chubby bodies is genuinely hot— like, yes, tell me more about how my body type is desirable and loved !!
It's not just hot, I think it's sweet, and a whole bunch of positive things I can't quite name.
I just think that someone speaking about it, like a partner, sharing their appreciation for it is so intimate on so many different levels.
Not only can it help boost confidence, but it takes away pieces of doubt and insecurity held in ones mind about their own body.
It's heartwarming, to me.
Sometimes you wonder if it's worth it.
You struggle, lose faith, question yourself and the very plans you made.
But you can't just wait for someone to make it better. Nobody is coming to save you, not right now, not in this moment.
Someone can save you from feeling as bad as you do.
Though, it won't bring in what you need. What you need to provide for yourself. Money, a home, food, the list goes on.
Hard work. That's what'll get you there, or a sugar daddy/mommy.
You'll hate it at first, wonder if you made the right choice, hate how real it feels, how grown you feel because of it.
You'll want to go back to the way it was, when all you would do is rot in your home and do nothing but ponder and daydream.
Hang in there. It's how the world works, it's how you'll make it through the rough spots. It'll all be worth it soon enough, you'll see.
Keep your Faith.
Trying to be thoughtful for the group
Inspired by a reel I saw— NOT A SHIP
Sekis — Blue
Short
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The two creatures had gone out for lunch at some random cafe, figuring it'd be a nice way to bond and catch up. Mainly because they didn't spend the previous week around each other.
Blue spots someone walking their dog, inspired by the sight, he perks up, tail flicking back and forth in joy a few times.
"Sekis, Look! That could be us!" Thinking about the great possibilities that flooded through his mind.
Sekis glances over at the pair, squinting, then looking back like he was completely offended. "Dude, I would never wear a leash that color."
He said that with the most dead serious tone, and look on his face. Tail draped over the chair, still against the ground. Taking a bite of his sandwich.
Blue narrows his eyes, blinking at Sekis. "I meant we could get a pet. Like, one for the friend group." He replies, taking a slow sip of his coffee.
Now we know what kind of man Sekis is— Whatever floats your boat.
Unknown creatures parlor talk, with a human.
Sekis — Angel — Koa — Dimitrios
(This writing does contain insinuations of blood, and creatures feeding from others)
Medium(?)
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"It's a lot easier to feed nowadays." His blond hair pools along the head of the couch, tail poking Dimitrios several times in the side.
"Why?" Curious on what would prompt Sekis to say such a thing, Dimitrios grabbed hold of his tail, adjusting to sit up more instead of the slouch he held in his posture beforehand.
"Think about it this way, back then, it was hard for everyone to come by. So, everyone but the royals were skinny, had low iron, buncha stuff that vampires and other creatures couldn't be fully satisfied with." He explains, waving a hand around, letting it hit Angels long white hair every pass.
"Yeah, nowadays, people can mostly manage to afford three or more meals a day. Plus, snacks, and sweet treats. I'm not picky when it comes to where I get blood, I usually get my feeds from my girl friends!" Angel cheers, smacking Sekis' hand away roughly.
Koa blinks, grabbing Angel by the horn to turn his head towards them. Only being able to do so since they were sitting beside each other on the floor. "Girlfriends?" They ask, squinting at him.
"Girl—Friends. Girls I am friends with, I'm still gay. But they taste so much better than men." The white haired creature nods, prideful of his fact.
"Right, so—"
Sekis puts his hand over Dimitrios' face, cutting him off. "I think you've just been feeding from the wrong men. All the ones I go after always taste delicious!" He exclaims, poking Koa's arm with his tail.
"Don't get me wrong, I've tasted a few decent ones. But I gotta agree, something about women is just heavenly. That or I haven't tasted the right guy." They grab Sekis by his tail, yanking him off of the couch.
A loud yelp fills the living room. Angel slips up onto the couch, watching as Sekis fumbles to compose himself.
"Lady kissers, alllllllll of you." It sounded more like a hissed sentence more than anything else. There he was, planted on his stomach, head propped up on his palms while he elbows met the hardwood beneath him. Laying on the floor like he didn't get yanked off the couch.
"You kiss them too. Angel doesn't, he just feeds. Dimitrios has only kissed his wife." Koa points out, pausing, smiling. "I have nothing to say in defense of myself though." Completely prideful, tail swishing against the hardwood floor where they sat.
Dimitrios let's his jaw drop, squinting, brows furrowed. "I thought we were talking about feeding. What did this conversation shift too— why was my wife brought up!?!"
Sekis perks back up, and points at Dimitrios in the kind of way that told him he was right for bringing them back on topic.
"Right! Anywho, one time, I got so full that I went into a food coma in this guys living room. Best nap of my life, I woke up on his couch like five hours later and he made soup. He was fine!"
"Isn't there a limit to how much you feed?? How did you feed enough to nap for five hours??" Angels voice was now filled with concern, and a bit of intrigue given the new information he'd just gotten.
They'd all had limits set for them when they were younger, only get two mouth fills before calling it. Two, considering they all have pretty big mouths.
"Oh- I do this thing where I check in after I reach the limit and get consent to dive in again." His blond hair curtained in front of his eyes as he nodded, a few strands poking his eyes.
He was then smacked upside the back of his head three times.
"Why didn't creatures like you guys and vampires just... Feed from the royals back then?" Back to his curious questions.
Dimitrios never really got to speak with them about their whole feeding processes and rules. He used to get squeamish about that kind of stuff.
"Generally, it was just a law we had to follow. Back when the wars were going, and they were so heavily protected. It was hard to get to them, hard to do it without getting punished." Koa exhaled, loudly, dramatically, tail tapping the floor. "Plus, they'd taste too rich."
Absolute silence.
Nobody was laughing.
Poor Koa, they don't understand their humor.
Angel let's out a few late giggles, tail curling and shaking as he finally understood the joke.
"Подлизывайтесь." Dimitrios grumbles in hushed Russian, lifting his foot to poke Sekis' horns a few times. The little phrase translates to 'Suck up.'
Which earned him a glare from Koa and a book flying at him. "I'm funny! You two just suck." They nod, moving their legs to rest them on Sekis' back.
These idiots.
Happy father's day!
Caelan Gregiore Karamazov — Ajax — Yaroslav Dax Karamazov - Dimitrios
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"Your friends kid is making bombs again." Yaroslav states, elbowing his much taller brother.
"He knows not to set them off in the mortal realm. She's raised him well enough-" quickly cut off by his brother, glancing down at him as he heard him speak again.
"Yes. I'm aware." As if he was tired of hearing the information that'd only been shared once before today.
"Do not hold anger with me just because you chose not to have your son around on Father's Day." Caelan remained calm, despite the way his brother seemed to push his buttons easily.
Yaroslav scoffs, rolling his emerald green eyes. "My wife has him this week, I gave him over to her. She's allowing him to give a speech about me at her church." Spoken like he was proud, but could really care less.
"Dimitrios, how is he? He's the same age as Ajax now, isn't he?" Genuine curiosity, dropping his work mindset entirely.
"You should know. You're a god and all, long end of the damn bone." Yaroslav pausing, exhaling deeply. "He's 6, as of three months ago."
Caelan nods, clapping a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Now, now brother. I've been using a human form with you lately, that should bring you pride in spending this time with me." Chuckling, hoping his words would ease some kind of negativity.
A man, presumably a butler of the Karamazov family, runs over with two envelopes in his hands. Stopping a foot away, bowing, and extending his arms out with the envelopes.
"Thank you." Caelan spoke kindly to the man, gently taking both envelopes in his own hands. Keeping the one that said his name, and handing over the one for Yaroslav.
"From your son, Yaroslav." He states, opening the envelope to find a drawing that made his heart break. Little Dimitrios holding hands with Caelan.
Written above the drawing; "I hope you and Papa have the best father's day ever!"
He folds it up, slipping it into his pocket with a sorrowful expression. If only he could really be in the same place as Dimitrios, to tell him he was a great kid, and an even greater son...
Yaroslav only crumbled up his letter and handed it back to the butler.
"You don't deserve to have him as your son." Is what Caelan should have said, but he didn't. Keeping his thoughts to himself, he pats his brother on the shoulder and turns away.
"Happy father's day, brother. I will see you around." Rolling his shoulders, allowing his wings to come back out. One unfolding to scoop Ajax up, and his bomb remnants. "Let's go, your mother is expecting you home soon."
Happy father's day, to the man who dreams of having kids, and the man who has one but doesn't deserve him.
Blue, you fool.
Angels pov, part 1/2
Angel — Blue (sorry for the misspelling in the title)
All texts are written exactly how the characters would write them. Also this is my first video using the app within the span of many years- things will be different in the next!
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