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HELLO!!! How are you doing? :D So- I had an idea! What about DSMP members (Except the minors and Philza) with a Vampire S/O? Would they let their S/O drink their blood? 👀 He/Him pronouns please! (But if you want, you can use other pronouns) You can ignore this if you don’t feel comfortable writing, have a good day! ❤️ :D

(Hello! So I won't be doing all of the DSMP members. Only a couple (Techno and dream characters) also I won't be doing the blood drinking thing as an nsfw, as stated in the rules. Hope that is okay!

Triggers: manipulative behavior, dream being a dick, a brief mention of blood. Please be careful when reading.

Thank you.

C!DREAM

Right, so dream.

Not gonna lie, he's a person that manipulates...a lot.

And this behavior only gets worse if you catch his gaze.

Dream, would see your abilities. Not you.

Dream, sees something with very useful abilities.

Dream would likely begin to be very...buddy, buddy with you.

Depending on how fast you got close with dream depends on the out come.

Let's say, you took to long and were to cautious for his liking.

It's highly likely Dream would just up and leave.

He is patient, but isn't a saint with patients.

But...if you were fairly quick to get into his trap…

Well I feel bad for you poor little reader.

~

Dream would want to test his waters before anything.

He would see what angers you, and what doesn't.

He would find a way to make use at least parts of your availabilities to their full extent.

After that?

Well, hell continue his little act.

Remember dear reader, he doesn't see you as a person.

But as an object for him to use.

~

As for him letting you drink his blood?

Yeah...no.

But, he will bring you dead body's to drink from.

He'll be nice about it, if you don't ask where he got all the dead bodies from.

Dream, wouldn't let you drink his blood, because it's his blood!

He need his strength, and doesn't need to be worrying about a wound that could easily get infected.

Let alone, this may be a weak point on him that enemies can attack.

No way in hell he is letting that happen.

~

The first time you asked if he could drink your blood went a little something like this:

~

You slowly had approached Dream as he worked to upgrade/repair his armor and axe. He noticed you, but didn't bother to turn in your direction.

Dream heard the fiddling of your fingers as you opened your mouth the speak.

"Dream…?" You ask, scared to bother him.

He had finally turned to you, with that damn mask.

It's mocking smie always pushed you the wrong way…

"What is it?" He answers you.

"I..had a question."

"What is it?"

"Can...I drink your blood? It's just- I have to have blood to keep up with my strength! And human blood tends to last longest and-"

Before you could continue, Dream had already turned back around.

"No."

"B-but why?"

You would continue to ask, and the only responses you would get were similar to, "because, that's why."

After this back and forth, Dream had gotten fed up pretty quickly.

Before you could ask for clarification again, a small cut on your ear began to bleed.

It happened so fast you could barely comprehend what happened.

Dream had thrown his newly sharpened his axe, and threw it in your direction.

It had been thrown with such force it stuck itself into the wall, bound to leave a good sized whole.

Dream let out an annoyed sigh, "I said no. I will bring you blood. Okay? Now leave me alone."

~

After that, you learned not the question his reasoning.

~

In short: Dream wouldn't see you as a. S/O. He would likely just see you as a tool.

Word count: 537

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C!TECHNOBLADE

Ah yes. Technoblade.

He would be quite interested in you.

When he first found out about your little quirk, he was pretty interested.

But Technoblade had never actually seen you.

He had merely heard people talking about you.

But when he saw you.

Oh holy gods your beautiful/handsome/hot ass hell.

And when he started to get to know you, things got even better.

Technoblade had fallen inlove.

~

We'll fast-forward past all the stuff leading up to him getting you into a relationship with him.

But trust me when I say, it took a LONG time for you and him to get comfortable enough for him to even consider a relationship.

Because as much as he wanted it so bad!

But-...

Oh you foolish reader..

Have you forgotten again?

At this point I'm starting to think you love hearing me repeat myself…

*Sigh*

Fine I'll remind you one more time.

The voices.

They still have somewhat of an influence over poor Technoblade.

I have said it before and I'll say it again.

You may be safe from the outside world with Technoblade. But don't get to comfortable, because it's not just you and home in that house together.

~

Now Technoblade's main reaction to you being a vampire, would be interest.

He would be very curious.

He has seen a lot of things in his days but you would be a first.

Techno would likely ask you a bunch of questions.

He would also make sure to keep windows closed as much as possible during sunny days.

But you could only go so long without blood to sustain your strength.

Only there was one problem.

Technoblade wasn't human...so you had not idea how you would react with his blood.

Was it going to be like drinking pigs blood?

You had never drank the blood of something from the nether world.

~

Asking Techno for blood would kinda go down like this:

You had been cleaning the kitchen, when you had suddenly felt a wave of weakness rush over you.

You had to ask, and soon. You couldn't go on like this much longer.

So you finished up cleaning, and walked over to your lover seeing him sitting on his favorite chair reading.

The book he held in his hand was his favorite, a collection of Greek mythology stories, the back and corners were worn out; indicating his constant use of the book.

As you walked over, Technoblade heard your foot steps. His ears twitched slightly when they picked up the sound, he turned to you.

"Hey, techno...I have a question.."

"What is it my dearest" (hoooooooo. Cringed right there)

"Well, can I drink your blood? I know it's an off question, but I need blood to keep up my strength and-" you were cut off.

Technoblade with a smile agreed, even though the voices were yelling at him to deny.

"Of course. Anything for you."

~

From that moment on, whenever you needed it, he gave you his blood.

~

In short: Technoblade would love a vampire S/O. Someone he knows he can take out for little adventures and they can be safe.

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Thank you so much for the request. This one was a bit challenging, but I liked it! I hope you enjoyed thanks for reading!

can you do schlatt w/ a darling who is physically strong but emotionally weak? like they could totally beat the shit out of him but they don't want to bc they don't want to see themselves as a bad person.

SCHLATT

Schlatt wouldn't be too fond of this darling.

As I've said before, Schlatt likes independent people.

Someone who can stand up for themselves.

Likely the thing that caught his eye was your physical appearance.

Schlatt started by offering you a job as his personal security guard.

You obviously took the job.

It started out slow with just quick glances at you.

Then moved into asking you questions every now and then.

"What are you doing this weekend?"

"What do you think of this?"

"Do you like this?"

And etc.

The more he learned about you, the more he seemed to drift away.

He doesn't want someone who is weak.

He needs someone who can keep up.

I mean, physical strength can only get you so far.

But that doesn't mean he'll get rid of you!

~

Oh no, poor reader.

This man will use you.

Whether it's for his own personal...needs.

Or just as a meat shield.

Sorry to disappoint, but he won't care about what you think.

Shit, if your lucky he'll keep your around for your opinion.

But once he's had his use with you…

"Your fired."

~

Schlatt just doesn't like emotionally week people.

They are no use to him.

They just drag him down.

And he doesn't need extra weight on his back while he climbs his way up to the mountain of success.

Trust me, this man will do anything to reach the top.

Even if it means taking people in, and then throwing them out the minute they are no longer of use to him..

Oops…

~

And you think about beating him up?

Well:

"You don't have the heart to do that."

"You couldn't fight back even if I was putting a knife through your chest."

"What are ya gonna do? Hit me? Hahaha!"

The mockery will get to you.

It will eat away at you.

And if you fight back?

Well... But it's will always be stronger than human skin.

And if you just give in?

Be prepared to watch from the sidelines, as this man grips rock by rock, climbing his way up.

All the way up that damn mountain.

~

In short: You and this man would not mix, kinda like oil and water...

Word count: 371

Sorry it's kinda short.

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Thanks for reading!

"My lovely promise"

The way you dance makes the waters jealous.

Your grace has the doves glaring with envy.

Your smooth and fluid arm motions makes flames flicker with anger.

Oh, how the doves wish they could amount to your grace.

Oh, how the waters waves wish they could move like you.

Oh, how the flames wish they could be as memorizing as you.

With every word that falls from you lips, a tear falls from my eye.

Your spoken sounds lift me off the ground with winds of wonder, of how you speak so wisely.

Your lips movements keep my on the edge of my seat.

Anticipating the next phrases that will flood my thoughts till you speak once more.

Do tell me, my love.

Why do you still cry?

You used to be filled to the brim with life.

Now it seems that something had drunken all of your spirit away.

You promised you would do anything for me.

So why now, do you shun me?

Do you not know the meaning of promise?

Must I teach you it again?

Or shall we be stuck in this forever loop of false promises, and one sided love.

I promised you my heart.

And that in return you gave me yours.

I cared dearly for you heart.

I was always careful with it.

I always held it close.

I always bid it goodnight and morning.

But you treated mine as if it were a useless brick.

You threw it around like it was some toy.

You never kept it warm, by keeping it close.

You never said hello or goodbye to it.

Yet...I still let you have it.

What fools we are.

What fools we have become.

What fools we have been.

What foolish acts.

I made a lovely promise, and I kept mine.

What a fool you are.

What a dumb thing you are.

What a useless thing.

You lovely little promise.

Fool.

Fool.

Fool.

Fool.

Fool!

I shall chant that to my last days when I talk of you!

You always said the same to me!

Why do you not let me go?

I do not want you anymore.

You beg for the promise, but I have already left it behind.

My lovely promise, was a foolish one.

You sicken me.

...

..

.

My lovely promise.

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(This is mainly about someone (person A or A) falling in love with another person (Person B or B). A goes on about all the great things about B. But A's little love starts to turn into a highly unhealthy obsession. But B and A end up in a relationship. B slowly starts to realize how obsessed A is, and gets creeped out. B soon starts to pull away from A. A starts to beg B to stay, but B starts to become kinda an ass. When B finally leaves A after being an ass. A starts to realize the relationship they had with B, was really unhealthy. So A starts to move on with life. And B slowly comes to the realization that they miss A. And begin to develop their own obsession. A, however isn't pleased by this, and is more grossed out.)

Thanks for reading!

Here is a taste of my writing.

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Imagine, it's 11 at night on a cool summer night. The tree outside your window makes shapes on your wall from the bright moon. The shadows dance with the cool breeze, as the leaves shake together making their own night time songs. Your room fan brushes it's sweet cool soft wind kisses into your face. You take your phone, and press the power button to make the screen go black; it does. As you put the device away for the night, a small elegant sigh leaves your beautiful lips. You roll to lay on your back, allowing your eyes to scan your room once more. Your eyes make contact with the dancing shadows, you become entranced by their smooth movements. The way the shadows jump across the walls makes your eyes heavy. As your vision slowly turns black; and you fall into the sweet embrace of slumber, everything is peaceful.

As you fell into the embrace of slumber, a smile graced your lips. Though later into the night, you were awakened, not by anything in particular, but you just woke up. But, frighteningly when you attempted to tug yourself upright, your feeble tries were of no use. When you opened your mouth to speak, nothing came out. All you could move were your eyes. As your tired eyes scanned the room, you noticed: there were no more happily dancing shadows. No more soft windy kisses, no more warm embrace, no more night time leaf music. It was silent. Your eyes moved from your wall to a corner, when your eyes met two small pin prick holes for eyes, that vibrated the color of blood. It's mouth, permanently agape with rows of teeth lining each other, cramming in to get a spot. It's mid spine meets the ceiling, making it hunch over. It's body reminded you of the sad thin Christmas trees nobody wanted to buy. It's fingers were of needles. Your non-existent breath hitched. It's chest raised and fell as if it were breathing. But it wasn't. All it had was a dried out sad heart, that would do anything to feel complete again. There were no words, just thoughts shared with the beast through simple eye contact. It knew what you had done... It came to collect your debt. And collect your debit it did...

As the morning raise skimmed over your face gently, you slowly raised up. In a panic frenzy, you rip off your night blankets and run to the bathroom. Once in front of the mirror a mortified shriek left your dry lips. Touching your now sunken eye sockets, your fingertips met your newly pin pricked eyes.

You know what you did, you had to pay. After all, the body has yet to be given a proper burial, and that bloody knife has yet to get cleaned.

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