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Red Velvet Milk Info

[Tw: Blood, Injury, Sadomasochism]

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He/him 🏳️‍⚧️

A cow hybrid obsessed with the color red, magical folk, and his beloved- The "red milk" that pours out of people when they're hurt is his favorite shade. Fancies his own, but keeps it all bottled up because he'd hate to make Darling sad.

Possess an amulet that changes him into a normal human male. Doesn't know his own strength in his true form and hardly interacts with Darling when presenting as much because he'd never forgive himself if he broke them too.

Goes by Reed in his human form, and simply Velvet in his true/"magical" form.

Incredibly shy, but notably more prone to violent outbursts in his true form. Flops between weeping over victims to feeling no pity as they stood in the way of his happy end with Darling

Keeps a first aid kit on hand at all times so he can patch Darling up if whenever they're injured. Uses the cotton swabs containing their blood as reference for the paint on his bedroom walls.

Genuinely believes Darling hates him if they refuse to let him lick their wounds

Experiences difficulties lactating on accounts of hormone therapy and top surgery. Why would Darling want that milk anyway? The stuff pumping through his veins is far sweeter.

Likes biting and being bitten - bonus points if it's to the point of drawing blood. Loves when his Darling wears short clothing - especially skirts/dresses regardless of gender. More surface areas to lick, bite, and love-

Someone requested for Ouran high school x Saiki crossover💗

Pretty fungals

It’s the season of mushroom🍂

i love it when italians argue about italian. like we don’t even know how our language really works we just roll with it

because of woke they're making a female version of the bastard sword called the bitch blade

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU