#darius oc

Commission for @shandoratheexplorer. Her tav Rolim and @amaidienfishienfishi 's Durge Darius.

What can I say? I'd give my life for Rolim and Darius....

I've been MIA on Tumblr for a while, so that's a nice way to come back <3

Thank you @tynithia for the tag!

I got Darius brainrot when seeing this man with a Ponytail and now I have to write smut about it.

He belongs to @amaidienfishi

As I enter the restaurant, I look around to try to spot him, and nearly stumble over my own feet when I finally do. He's wearing a soft, dark blue shirt that really brings out his eyes. Open to show off that chiseled chest and the slight body hair he has growing there. But that's not even the best about it all. Because— Gods help me. That ponytail is outright criminal. Bringing out his jaw even more than usual, I find my eyes glued there as I stumble my way over, mouth dry and clearing my throat. "Hey, little dancer," Darius smiles, standing up to greet me. "H-Hey," I croak, my mind running away from me. I can feel my face heat up as I think about all the nice and naughty things I could do with that ponytail. And Darius notices, of course, he notices. "Something the matter, babe?" "Ah, n-nothing," I stammer. "Just… why the ponytail?" I ask. "Felt like it," Darius shrugs as we sit down. "You don't like it?" "Quite the opposite," I chuckle, slowly gathering myself after hiding behind the menu for a minute or two—it was five. "I find it incredibly sexy and, well…" I trail off, looking up at him might've been a mistake. The images I just got out of my head are playing back again in all their delicious clarity. "Well?" Darius asks, his cheeks creasing into a soft smirk. Oh, he knows exactly what he's doing to me. But two can play this game, can't they? "Hm, you'll see," I say instead, smirking back, though my cheeks still heat up at the tease. "Will I?" Darius asks. "What about a little preview, hmm?" he grins, reaching for my hand.

-Pet whump, Stockholm syndrome, dehumanization, infantilization, biting, blood drinking, vampire whumpers, human whumpees, multiple whumpers and whumpees, hypnosis/brainwashing/conditioning, captivity

Art-

Sketches of the Characters  Adrastus art  Tied up Darius doodle Malak doodle  Pre-story Nevan and Gen doodle Dari and Ad maid dress doodle Malak expressions Colored Nevan & Malak 

Character voice claims!  Character Picrews 

List is organized in chronological order, numbers indicate writing order!

Pre Main Story-

Fake glasses (#36)

Regression (#34)

Early Malak Captivity-

Kidnapping (#9)

Escape (#21)

Straight Jacket (#5)

Understanding (#19)

Breaking Point (#20)

Disoriented (#1)

Early Nevan Captivity-

Taking (#16)

First Bite (#23)

Letting Go (#33)

Spill (#14)

Sneeze (#3)

Separate Captivity-

Wake Up Call (#32)

Makeover (#13)

Playdate (#4)

Dress Up (#2)

Foot rest (#8)

Movie night (#6)

Official (#30)

Punishment (#7)

Amara (#12)

Neglected (#18)

Good Boy (#27)

Joint Captivity-

Documentary (#10) 

The Ring (#24)

Small Talk (#28)

If Only (#15)

Sickly (#22)

Wanting (#25)

Familiar Feeling (#17)

Reflection (#26)

Post Captivity-

So Long (#29)

The Hunters (#31)

Bad Days (#11)

Sunshine (#35)

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Drabbles & Extras-

Adrastus hypnotizes Darius   1

Adrastus hypnotizes Darius  2

Valentine’s Day Snippet 

Sired Nevan AU

Sired Nevan AU 2

Sired Nevan au 3 

Swap AU snippet 

Swap au meets normal

Adrastus’ Timely Trance

Yeah Course I can >:3 tbf I haven't written a whole lot I feel on tumblr XD or about them?? I can just recap all the info I have as I can't recall what I've written before:

Darius is a Unicorn King who calls you Starlight. He is a part of a magical world where once ruled a royal family led by the Red Bull King who was tyrannical and kept the other races under a iron grip. Especially the Unicorns due to their magical abilities. After the death of his mother Darius goes on a path of vengeance making a pact with a Eldritch Angel for magical ability's and after decades of training finally confronts the Red Bull Kingdom and basically annihilates the king taking the Kingdom over for himself. However along the way he's lost his grip on humanity and the cost of his pact has left him to essentially become another type of tyrant. Albeit one who much more favors the lower classes and magic. You are one of the servants that once served the old king and is now set to work for Darius. He is allured by your unique nature and dubs you his favorite almost immediately. He is a spoiling type of lover, and one who absolutely desires 100% loyalty and attention and gladly gives it in exchange. He is overly dramatic, absolutely charming, and will not be afraid to lock you up in a tower with the finest things in order to keep you to himself. He will treat you well but you'll essentially be trapped in a gilded cage.

Say hi to Darius! I got him from a dream in, like, middle school

That’s it, that’s the post

Vampire keeps their thrall hypnotized so they do all the chores without making a fuss and so they don't accidentally hurt themselves bruising or spilling any of their precious blood.

Whumpee breaks out of it randomly by something silly like a sneeze and comes back to hella confusing circumstances.

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Love this sm. Kinda mad cause I wrote all of it and then realized I was originally gonna go in a very different direction😭

cw: hypnosis, dehumanization, vampire whumper, human whumpee

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Nevan smiled contentedly to himself as a pile of dust flew into the pan. The broom, brittle and old scratched against the hardwood flooring of the mansion. Satisfied, he carefully poured the dust pan’s contents into a nearby trash can.

He had almost done all of the cleaning for the abode, the only room left being one of the many dedicated for storage. Nevan always felt exceedingly proud of himself for fulfilling his sanitation duties so well, even if there wasn’t much to clean when he repeated the same tasks every single day.

Darius liked his home spotless, and Nevan was more than happy to oblige to the wills of his master. Cleaning was the one thing he was notably good at, subsequently making it his sole job in Darius’ home. Besides being a food source, of course.

Transferring to the next room to be cleaned, Nevan was giddy with the thought of receiving his promised reward. 

Cleaning was his purpose, his sole job in life, so there was really no need for a reward. Yet, Darius was so kind hearted and generous, that he always promised his thrall a reward for his work. Whether it be presenting him with another place to cleanse or an extra feeding for that week, Nevan was over the moon simply with knowing he had pleased the vampire.

Nevan studied the mess he was presented with. The storage rooms were always a bit arduous to take care of, mainly due to the overwhelming clutter that had formed over centuries. 

He began with a smaller brush, sweeping the tops of boxes and junk. Before he knew it, whatever dirt inhabited the room had unsurprisingly mixed with the air, floating into and itching at his nostrils. 

He leaned his head back, readying himself for a sneeze.

Seering pain sliced through his brain as his body forcibly doubled over, almost as if splitting his head in half. Nevan clutched his head desperately, stumbling and slipping over his feet. He pulled frantically at his hair, the agony spreading to his scalp as well.

The human dropped onto sore knees, expelling a distraught whine. He panted heavily, attempting to settle himself. 

Luckily, after an endless repetition of deep, calming breaths, the pain subsided into a faint throb. Nevan groaned, rubbing at his tear prickled eyes. Out of reach thoughts danced inside his mind, too rapid to be coherent.

Holding his head in one hand, he forced open his soggy eyes. Gazing down at his own lap, confusion began to settle in.

How did-? Why was he…? Cleaning supplies?

Clutching the short broom in his hand, he noticed what was under it. “What?” He groaned, grabbing at the fabric covering his lower body. Whatever it was, it was large, frilly, and itchy, a terrible combination.

Nevan felt around, pressing his palms to the floor and pushing himself onto wobbly legs. He clung to a tall stack of cardboard boxes, his knees buckling. He took in the room, filled to the brim with piled up rubbish. 

Particularly, Nevan’s gaze landed on a long, thin mirror several feet away. He shuddered, digesting the image of the figure reflected. 

It was him. The reflection held Nevan’s eyes, Nevan’s moles, Nevan’s nose, yet they looked so different. Like a failed clone. His hair was lengthy with a healthy shine, his face and body meticulously clean shaven, and he wore a grand, luxurious dress. 

Worrying of all, were the achining wounds in his neck. Red, oozing and sore, Nevan gaped at the sight.

It couldn’t be him. Nevan didn’t do those things. He kept his hair short and easily manageable, he never gave a second thought to body and facial hair, and he sure as hell had never been very comfortable in a dress. He began grabbing at the excessive tool covering his thighs, trying to ease the irritation on his skin.

Once again, the burning sensation returned full force, tearing apart his brain in a wave of remembrance. 

Fear settled over him, a whimper catching in his throat. He was in a vampire’s home. Caught in a web of mind-bending magic, and by some miracle had broken through. His breathing quickened, short and frantic. 

What would he do? What could he do? If he got caught, there wasn’t a chance he’d ever get the opportunity to escape again. Maybe the monster would be so angry, they’d kill him.

“Nevan? Are you almost finished with your chores?” His heart stopped. Nevan lifted a trembling hand to his mouth, pushing his back against the objects behind him. “Where are you?” They called. 

Nevan slid down the boxed, landing on his bottom. Darius was close. Too close. If he tried to leave now, he would surely be caught, but the same was ensured if he didn’t.

Footsteps picked up, the clicking sound of Darius’ heels growing closer. “There you are.” Carefully, Nevan turned his head to face the beast, meeting a wicked grin. “Are you ready for your reward? I’m especially hungry today.” They said, adjusting the collar of their jacket.

Nevan let out a whimper and a snivel, alarms blaring inside his head. The vampire paused, studying him, his smile contorting into a confused frown. “What’s wrong? What did you do? You shouldn’t look like that.” 

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cw: brainwashing/conditioning, memory loss

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Heaving ragged, quivering breaths of distress and raw desperation, Nevan’s head beat and pounded hard on the walls of his mind, thus drowning him in thick pain. His lip trembled with timid haste as his teeth ran across the frayed tips of skin, hands shielding his susceptible ears.

“C’mon… be a good boy for master, won’t you?” Darius sneered, the faux sweetness of his voice eliciting horrified trembles down his captive’s spine.

Nevan wanted to be a good boy, really wanted to be a good boy, and such feelings no short of terrified him. He was slipping, so very wretchedly easily, and he was well aware of it. 

One chill, slender hand snuck it’s way over his in the attempt to pry Nevan’s palm from his ear. “So tense, are you? Nothing to be afraid of, really. It’s only Master.” 

Nevan’s brain could not help but scatter, just for a moment upon his master’s magical words. How could he possibly resist? His eyes were quick to glaze over, lids draping and vision twisting blurry. Nevan turned to his master, limbs drooping. Just as he had wanted.