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@PrimordialDorks

Writers name is Charon! This account is NSFW, wahoo.

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Hot damn did Lae have a whole lot of kids. This is an account all for em! From /both/ versions of Midas, to Ver, and a gooood bit more. Most info of them will be in DMs, due to Twitter hating me making any pinned post ever. MDNI!


🖤 Working on an OC once more that's a mixture of these three of all people pretty much! My brain works in mysterious ways, truly.

PrimordialDorks's tweet image. 🖤 Working on an OC once more that's a mixture of these three of all people pretty much! My brain works in mysterious ways, truly.
PrimordialDorks's tweet image. 🖤 Working on an OC once more that's a mixture of these three of all people pretty much! My brain works in mysterious ways, truly.

"Feels like some typa' vampire stuff. Who knows. But you got bite whomever you like too. As a little treat, friend."

"Why are people biting people that they like??"



"Look at my son. Pride is the word I'm looking for."

PrimordialDorks's tweet image. "Look at my son.

Pride is the word I'm looking for."

La creatura


Casual Veryn quote of the day, as a treat. "Heya! If life ever keeps you down, always remember there can be someone you can lean on! That way you don't fully fall over. It won't be a cure all, but it's better than landing face first!" Thumbs up!


Average expression of Moon's brother (not Lae) if called anything romantic ever:

PrimordialDorks's tweet image. Average expression of Moon's brother (not Lae) if called anything romantic ever:

It's Midas' borthday. Boogie woogie woogie.


Pretty men. That's it. That's the tweet.

PrimordialDorks's tweet image. Pretty men.

That's it. That's the tweet.

We interrupt the scheduled monster fella and lady muses to instead show off, the baby goat having a sip.


"Eh? Is that some sort of code to tell me to shower?" She's now looking over at herself a bunch, giving a sniff to her own clothes. She smells, Fine. Kinda nice? Flowery thanks to the scented robes probably.

"Cryptic, but gotcha!!! I figured, didn't wanna assume..." She tapped her scarred nose, cheeky grin spreading across with redoubled mirth. "Ya smell /crazy/, ta say the least."



Veryn tends to be like that with most people. She's always out and about somewhere, she'd forget her own name at this rate. "Not at all. Can't say I am! Or anywhere near here technically. By like. Any capacity."

The slightest irk was felt at the lack of recognition from the larger woman, but it left as soon as it came. The Wolf hiked a thumb toward herself proudly, puffing out her chest. "Karla Strongarm's the name, lady!! Yer not from around here, are ya?"



That it is! Which tends to be why Veryn is cleavage'd up, whenever actually sparring or something. For now, she's vibing. Just a warm lady, a heat rock. "Ah? My names Veryn. Pleasure to meet you miss...Lemme guess." Squinting. Thinking. "I got no clue."

Very true, very true indeed. The heat was palpable, even through Veryn's clothes. Karla grinned amusedly, clearly not put-off by the phrasing. "Gehe!! S'pose I would, huh? Got a name, lady?"



"A glacier would work great! It's got good shapes for it too actually, wouldn't even need a sleeve. Hell I'd join ya'! Then you can have hot and cold!" Veryn, you gotta explain you have hot related powers this just sounds like calling yourself hot! Which is true but still.

"...Yeah--" Despite her divine senses and keen instincts, Karla's... not exactly the most observant lady around when she's preoccupied with aches. "That sounds good, too. Might needta head north n' hit up a glacier..."



"Y'r just noticing?" Veryn. You JUST met this person, of course they are JUST noticing. Sometimes she's got the intelligence of a scientific mastermind, other times, a chicken nugget. "Another solid option can be a cooling pack, or just some ice in a thick sleeve."

"Yeah, that does sound good..." She started, before craning her neck and reeling back to look up at the massive lady, blinking. "...God yer big--"



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