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Ira ꈊ⁠ the vessel [oc]

there's an entity in his skin. it likes your skin better though, maybe a bit... too much.

hi hi!! i’m very interested in lorne and i have some questions about him!!

what would his voice sound like? would it be light and airy or scratchy and rough?

if reader found out about his true nature and that he’s NOT their guardian angel, but they had a more understanding reaction to him lying/going along with it, how would that make him feel?

i saw your previous post about how he’s 9 feet tall (WOWZERS) and i was wondering: would he enjoy holding his much smaller companion? does he like it when they climb him like a tree?? (i want him to squish me with his huge arms :3)

if reader was insecure about themselves, how would he react? would he try to reassure them or would he be the type to shut it down immediately?

sigh…i have so many more questions, but i don’t want to bombard you!! i’ll leave it at that for now :3 i can’t wait to learn more about him!!

hi! I'm going to try my best to answer these:

While I like to leave some details up to reader interpretation, I personally imagine his voice sounds similar to the flea from monster in paris (probably says a lot about me). Perhaps not as high pitched, but around that range. Quite soft and airy, despite what his appearance might suggest.

(for those of you who don't know, here's a link to one of the songs in the movie. he starts singing at 1:02)

I'm going to eventually write something expanding on this idea! But to tell you the gist of it, it's better to just pretend like you don't. Even if you know, even if he knows you know, just act like you don't. To him, as long as you don't act like anything's changed, then nothing has.

Yes! Anything that involves getting to touch you he adores. Though he probably won't be very expressive, you can feel his content through gentle touches and how he lets himself be vulnerable at your side, like allowing you to touch his wings.

Honestly, I'm not sure. He has his own insecurities that he deals with in a not so healthy way, so to have a partner that also deals with insecurities may be a difficult thing for him to handle. He'd probably start using threats if you talk about it a lot.

Random kiss attack on lorne hehehe

kiss on YOU

yandere!eldritch horror moves into the apartment next door and you're not okay with it.

He's an absolutely terrible neighbor. You see people enter his apartment every night, but you never see them leave the morning after. Must be drunk hookups, right? You don't know, and you don't care, but there are weird nightly noises coming from his place, and his face is a strange dark blur that you have trouble picturing, and you swear there's a sour smell wafting out from under his door.

Every time you try to talk to him about keeping it down or getting rid of that God awful stench, you're suddenly afflicted with a piercing headache... ugh, what were you even going to say again? You can't remember, but the way he's looking at you with wide blue... no, brown eyes and a grin stretched sickeningly far makes you think you should leave it.

While you’re busy figuring out how to get him evicted, the abomination dwelling on the other side of your paper thin walls gets the idea that you're trying to ask him out.

You approach him so often, you must like him, right? He's giddy just imagining it. Yeah, you come up to him with a grimace, but then you catch his eye and a forced smile takes its place. You haven't asked him to be yours yet because you're shy (he understands humans so well!).

No worries! He doesn't have an issue initiating. The meat sack he wears may not be the most convincing (he's inexperienced, just recently escaped into human society), but you'll be impressed by his real form for sure. All of the members of his old cult praised him for it, after all.

Many eyes to watch you with. Many limbs to touch you with. Many teeth to devour the flesh of your enemies with. What more could you possibly want?

Back then the cultists were so enamored with the lumbering heap of distorted skin and bone he possessed, feeding his ravenous hunger until he was quelled. He hated what he was to them, hated what they made him into. They search for their missing idol, but he makes sure they never make it back to utter a word of his new identity.

He moved in after leaving the cult that created him, quickly coming up with a flimsy human adjacent shell to not raise suspicion. Having mind altering abilities also comes in handy, too- no one but you seems to pay any mind to his existence in your run down complex.

Now that he has you, nothing will ever drag him back to their clutches. Being treated like an otherworldly god has nothing on the way you make him feel when you ask what the hell is rotting in his apartment ♡

happy new year mon!! love ur beautiful ocs and ur amazing writingg !!! ヽ(´ω｀)ﾉ

HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL

remember to start the year off strong (12 hours of screentime and 5 cups of caffeine)

do you know the game “homicipher”? i’ve seen it all over my fyp and it made me think of you! mr crawling oddly reminds me of lorne (maybe it’s the hairstyle?)

anywho- i haven’t actually played the game, i’ve just seen bits of it on tiktok, but it seems like something you’d enjoy!! <3

AHAHAHA IVE BEEN BRAINROTTING OVER THIS GAME SO HARD IT'S ME IT'S ME IM THE TARGET AUDIENCE

finally an otome for the freaks who want actual creeps instead of generic anime man with fangs omg praise be

I love mr crawling and mr silvair's designs sm...

helppppp the eldritch horror is so funny 😭 i always love the dynamic of someone/thing being super important/powerful, but to the object of their affections they are just Some Guy. readers trying to tell him he really needs to clean his apartment and if he has to have weird sex every night at least to keep it down, and he’s not listening to a WORD he’s nodding and smiling and giggling and twirling his hair while reader suddenly develops a headache. and then he goes back to his apartment and writes it down in his diary with little hearts everywhere. “today my neighbor told me they’re not surprised none of my dates ever come back because my apartment smells like such a nightmare 💕💕💕they are soooo cute i know they want me so bad” i love him

all of this. yes. bro may be an eldritch horror of unfathomable origin but that is NOT going to stop him from being a delusional loser.

I like to think reader is so stubborn that instead of like, moving out or something they're just super passive aggressive over it.

"it's halloween! what are you supposed to be?? a rat??" (rodents do seem to like him yes, ahhh you know him so well!!)

"merry christmas!! I got you lysol!! use it!!" (woah that's practically a proposal!!!!)

How did Lorne meet the reader? Like a short scenario you said hunting angels are rare so i’m curious how we met him and grew close!

oh boy oh boy I have a dramatically long fic (2.0k words) that I've been cooking up about this scenario

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥

yandere!m.merman x gn.reader

cw: mentions of death, disturbing imagery

as a fish takes refuge inside an oyster, it sees only the chance to hide from the unforgiving water within the calm mollusk, unaware of the true nature of its biology. unfortunately for the fish, the oyster has already activated its unique defense mechanism, encasing the fish as an immortal, precious pearl.

The rhythmic push and pull of the tides never failed to lull you into a state of mild stupor. Soft, slightly cool sand cushioned you while a gentle breeze brushed past your cheek and played with your hair. The day was only moderately gloomy, a grey tinted sky hanging over you as the clouds came and went, the sun nowhere to be seen. Still, you almost liked it better like this. The beach was more private, freer without the confines of eyes watching it.

Your calloused feet hopped onto the rocky shore, leaving the inviting sand disturbed as a sign of your presence. The salty ocean scent intensified the closer you came to the evermoving water. You stood atop the tallest rock, attempting to scan the waves at your vantage point, searching for your most curious find.

At last, peeking out from between the waves, did you spot the partially submerged head of your friend. His black eyes were trained on your form, no doubt watching you long before you noticed him.

A grin emerged across your face. "I see you!" you called, motioning for him to come closer as you waded into the water. The eyes disappeared beneath the tide at your request.

You felt him before you could see him, smooth scales wrapping around your leg in a firm hold. He reappeared directly in front of you, inky black eyes mere inches away from your own.

The creature's appearance was a far cry from the mermaids of your childhood, beautiful human women who happened to have a tail as their bottom half. No, he hardly mirrored the sentimental fairytale. You noticed his eyes first, sclera and pupil alike darkened together as they melded into each other- then you noticed his rubbery flesh stretched taunt across his sharp bones, with pale, sallow skin, nearly as grey as a corpse. You initially thought that's what he had been when he simply peered at you from afar, unmoving and unblinking against the rocking sea. He was just humanoid enough to lure concerned passersby like yourself deeper into the water, yet not quite passable as human.

In a closer vicinity, as you are now, you could see small scales dotting his cheeks and neck. Under the right light they appeared as little moons, revealing an opalescent luster that you could only describe as ethereal.

"Hello," you greeted with a wide close-lipped smile. Last time you had bared your teeth at him ended with him misunderstanding your friendliness for a threat. You weren't sure if he could talk, but that didn't stop you from trying to make conversation. You had a feeling he understood you to an extent anyways.

The mercreature tilted his head sideways in response, sleek, wet dark hair falling over his shoulder. An inscrutable expression remained plastered on his features; one you gave up trying to interpret using human facial language.

Silky scales gently tugged you further into the waves towards a rocky mass that stood above the crashing water. The current strengthened, oscillating you to its whims, but the guidance of the unyielding sea creature kept you from being swept away entirely. Although you would consider yourself a strong swimmer, you knew you would never compare to a creature born of the water, one who moved so in tune to the sea that his lithe form became indistinguishable from the tides.

Finally, you reached the rocks, gripping the relatively dry surface for relief from the unrelenting waters. You found a comfortable position on them, resting your upper body while you let your legs dangle. The mercreature remained below, lower half of his face once again concealed under the water, leaving only his unblinking eyes visible. His body underneath the water became obscured even further by the dark ring of hair that floated around him. Those eyes regarded you with scrutinizing intensity that would've resembled a predator, had you thought hard enough about it.

"What a nice view-" you began, but the thought was cut short when your companion pulled himself below the water, disappearing from your sight almost completely, save for the movement in the water that signified a strong tail pushing against it.

Confusion laced your face. The few minutes he had gone was enough to make you worry. Why had he left so abruptly? Surely he would be back? You weren't certain you could swim back to shore on your own. Although you trusted him- in fact, you would even consider him a friend- doubt from his apparent unpredictability lingered. After all, you had no way to reliably communicate, nor were you sure if your opinion of your relationship was mutual.

Your concerns vanished as he broke the surface of the water, swimming towards the rocks with something that gleamed as the light hit it.

He stopped at your feet, lifting the object slowly up to you. If you hadn't known better, you'd say the action seemed almost shy.

A gasp left you as you got a view of it. In his webbed, slender fingers lay a glistering mass of refined pearl, hints of color dancing across it the glossy surface. Distantly, you recalled that the creature's scales were of the same material. It resembled an anatomically correct heart. Never before had you seen a pearl shaped in such a way, nor did you know how it could've been, or why the shape was so accurate, even down to the imprint of the vessels. It was as if the thing had been pulsating. Why was it so accurate?

The beautiful piece was presented to you like a gift, so you had gladly accepted. You collected it from the awaiting hands. The coolness of it nearly burned you as it touched your flesh, the brilliant iridescence of it stealing your attention away from the faint scent of iron permeating the breeze. It distracted you from the bloody teeth of the now grinning merman, sharp rows glinting bright cardinal red. You thought nothing of the diluted red in the dark water, seeping towards your feet. The sinking body below, twisted and stuck eternally in a cry for help, was lost to you as you held the glimmering heart with reverence.

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i love creepy mermaids