your turn, tell me about ilaria pwease, I am 👀 at ur tags and so curious!
YAY! THANK YOU! :3
so ilaria vann (they/she), my darling ilaria, is my first vtm character! they're a lamia, embraced by their sire evelyn a few years ago when they were in their late 30s.
evelyn had had her eye on ilaria for a while, apparently, as she was their mother-in-law for several years prior. evelyn's adoptive son durante was actually a ghoul trying to prove himself, like your isaiah was! except he was at it for 70 years and didn't manage to not be pathetic. I mentioned in the tags that ilaria was a dom, it's exactly why the spineless idiot didn't get embraced and his mortal wife did. she's just too powerful.
them being a dom wasn't the only reason ilaria was embraced, though! they were actually working in histopathology, and were morbidly interested in the dead and dying even before gaining the hecata compulsion. evelyn thought ilaria's work would be useful for the research some of the hecata in new york were doing on the blood plague.
after the embrace and a decent length of fledgelinghood that involved some hecata family events (where she met her coterie mate holiday!), evelyn sent her to new york for the research, and that's what she does now!
her coworkers hate her and refuse to give her advice or help outside of the job. they don't like daysleeping at their own apartment, so they couchsurf within their polycule of subs, which is fine because they've been pretending to be a vampire since age 6. she can barely drive, and holiday makes fun of her for catching the bus. they have a 0 in etiquette and don't care for politics.
they have a very high intelligence, high medicine, and specialties to do with diseases. she's quite strong, which means she's great at manhandling and physically hurting people. she's creepy and intimidating, meaning people often do what she wants. they can see ghosts, and have been asked by cammy princes to help out with necromancy on at least two separate occasions. they're also very funny (:
thank you for asking about my darling ilaria!! <3
I have a character tag for her which is attached to this post if you'd like to see more, which includes more art of her, which is mostly my own!
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so i used to love jk stuff growing up but in last 15-ish years this whole franchise is a constant source of series of disappointment and bitter pain that I'm doing my best to avoid LOL 🤧 I really wanted to draw and write my OCs in a wizard world AU so.. I made my own!!!!
I basically built a whole world and stuff, it's still work in progress but I wanted to share anyway!!!
[Google doc]
And here are some CUTE UNIFORMS IDEAS for my dark academia magic school 🩷🙏
And some notes on use of familiars!
(your OC can have a traditional pet-familiar, or an astral familiar, like a little animal ghost!!!! CUTE!!!)
Anyway, yeah, I've been having so much fun with it so far, I can't wait to make moree 🙏🩷 Please see the google doc for more world- and schoolbuilding hehe it's still pretty barebone but I like it a lot 🩷
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"Hey bro, how does a crew battle work...?"
Hey, it's me again! The name's James. Last time we checked up like this, I hopped my roommate's body so he'd get better at fighting games. His name's Korrin, but he prefers Kor.
I gotta admit, these powers were a pretty sweet deal. He suddenly had a brand new genre to enjoy and I got to play with his body every once in a while. Seemed like a win-win, right?
Well, we got caught up talking just a bit too much shit during one of the weeklies. Think I ended up messing with my roommate's personality a bit too much while I was jerking off as him. He was far cockier than before I started taking over.
"Yeah, that's right. $500 crew battle," said Kor, flexing his muscles through the tight t-shirt I had mind-fucked him into preferring to wear. "Me and James could beat the shit outta everyone in this venue. Easy."
I wrapped an arm around his shoulder, saying, "Chill the hell out before you spend all our rent money," through clenched teeth. In response, he leaned over and gave me a deep kiss before talking more shit.
We didn't have to play everyone in the venue, but now we were stuck in a 4v4 crew battle; and Kor had successfully pissed off just about everyone who was a regular. We had two weeks to find two other guys to fill out our team or we'd be going hungry for the next month.
The ride home was quiet, although Kor didn’t seem to mind. He stared straight ahead, one hand on the steering wheel while another was on my thigh. Occasionally, he would squeeze while smiling at me. The way his eyes lit up whenever we were together dazzled me. I couldn’t stay mad at him, especially when it was my fault he was the way he was.
"Aww, don’tcha worry," said Kor as he massaged my shoulders, another trait I had bestowed him. My bed was a bit small for the two of us, and Kor had often wondered out loud if we could fit a queen sized bed in my room. “I’m sure we’ll find some guys. Even if they’re dead weight, you and me can wipe the floor with everyone there.” Before I could say anything, he leaned over and kiss my neck. I shivered, toes curling as he greedily licked one of my more sensitive spots.
After I let out a few… unbecoming moans, Kor pulled away and tittered. “Love making you cry out like that,” he said in a sensual tone. “Well, good night. Gotta get to the gym early tomorrow.”
As the door to his room shut close, I stared up at the ceiling and sighed. I had a few other friends that liked games, but they had no interested in fighting games like me. Of course, that had never stopped me before…
Two weeks should be enough time to make two pros, right?
The first guy on my list was Jason. He was a buddy of mine that I met in college. Smart, kind, and eager to show off the gains he'd made at the gym. "I spent three years to get this bod," he had bragged to me, showing off his toned and sweaty torso. Even so, he still enjoyed playing games, particularly RPGs. He was always throwing one my way or another--with tons of fan translations and cryptic guides as well.
I'd have to play one of them to completion one of these days to thank him for the service he was about to provide.
The night after Kor made his bet, I made my move. I locked my door and focused on flying. My body slowly lost its weight, density, and then mass in general. Skin peeled away and disappeared into dust, waiting for the chance to reform once my mission was complete. Organs twisted into neat little knots that blinked out of existence. My bones ground up against each other before vanishing.
It was only during those few precious moments that my soul was free. I sailed through the sky, unable to feel the wind on my face yet elated all the same. The moon was so close to my fingertips that it felt unfair that I couldn't grasp it. However, I knew exactly what I could grip instead.
I phased through Jason's apartment with little issue and found himself soon afterward. He was playing a battle simulator without a shirt on. "It's about a 73% to one-hit KO," he muttered to himself as he clicked through an innumerable amount of tabs. I knew for a fact some of them were months old and untouched for just as long.
Probably another habit I’d have to kick, but it was hard to focus on that when I kept focusing on that tight body he had. I would’ve licked my lips of I had any in that form. Not wanting to waste any more time, I hopped into him.
“Hnng…! Ahhh…hah…!” Jason let out a moan, tongue sticking out involuntarily as a shiver of pleasure ran all throughout his body. “Wh-what the fuck—is happening—“ Jason moaned as he turned around and began to hump his seat cushions. “AH! NRGH AAAAAHHHH!” Any words Jason would’ve tried to cry out were soon overpowered by panicked pants of pleasure. His hands, which would’ve normally reached for his phone to call for help, could only play with his chest and sensitive nipples.
My will overpowered his own, but Jason didn’t seem to mind. He kicked off his shoes, socked toes curling up in pleasure, and rubbed his trembling body all over the coach. “I-I…! K-Keep go—OOAHH—Keep going!” He said, panting and laughing the whole time. His back arched once more as he let out a strangled scream while his erect cock spewed semen all over his shorts. Jason, mind drowning in a hurricane of euphoria curtesy of me, collapsed covered in a sweaty, semen-covered mess.
Eventually, I opened my new eyes and felt my chiseled body. “Mmm, oh Jason. Let’s get your hand-eye coordination to my level.” As I began to strip so I could play in the nude, I saw angry DMs from Jason’s opponent.
Smirking, I walked over to the laptop and messaged him back. “Sorry bro, too busy playing games and fucking bussy to play with a pussy like you. GG you win, loser.”
I laughed as I got another stream of profanities from Jason’s old opponent, but I didn’t care. I was covered in sweat, smelling like a real man, while I was playing my favorite game.
Once Jason was done and truly mind-fucked, I had one more person I needed to visit.
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So, I've seen a shit ton of batpham where Danny was rescued from / escaped vivisection to go to Gotham where he met the bats blah blah blah. But what if he didn't? What if he was still being vivisected and like astral projected to Wayne Manor or something. Cue the following scenario:
Alfred: I will ready my gun.
Bruce: How did the Anti-Ecto acts pass? How did the JL not notice? What do you mean you're dead?!
Dick, Tim, Jason, Damian, Cass, Steph, Babs, and Duke: Are these plans for killing the GIW? Why, yes. Yes, they are.
Bad parents Maddie and Jack optional. Fright Night needs to be there ("No, this is my emotional support nightmare, thank you very much!). Clockwork 'cause we love him. Jazz being awesome as usual. Ghost King optional. Bonus points if Skulker teams up with the bats because "only I am allowed to beat the shit out of the kid". John Constantine being terrified ("Bruce. Why are you asking about the Infinite Realms? Just curiosity, right? Right?").
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