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I don't have allergic in the common sense, but #Duvac is highly allergic to morning people. 😅

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Someone had the audacity—the sheer gall—to wake him in the most obnoxious way possible. "Duvac! Get up, old pal! I’ve got work for you!" Chase. One of his closest friends, though more often than not, Duvac struggled to recall why. They couldn’t have been more different. Where Duvac was brooding, irritable, and perpetually exhausted, Chase was a walking sunbeam, all boundless energy and infuriating optimism.
August 16, 2025 at 8:15 AM
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using 'mission' for mine

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Without breaking eye contact, he activated his intercom. “Chase, I need a door open. Sector B, 527A.” "Sure thing, boss, but you better move your ass. We’re about ready to blow this place sky-high before reinforcements show up.” Chase’s voice crackled through the intercom, casual as ever, and Duvac could hear the faint crunch of his ever-present toothpick shifting between his teeth. Even in the middle of a high-stakes mission, the bastard barely sounded concerned. "Got it," Duvac muttered in response, his focus already locked on the reinforced cell door as it let out a mechanical hiss, the heavy locks disengaging. The moment the door slid open, he stepped forward, gripping the lanky man’s arm in one swift motion. His fingers pressed against heated skin, clammy and tight. No wonder, if they kept him under artificial lights without reprieve for God knows how long. "Come on, let’s get out of here."
August 26, 2025 at 10:38 AM
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November 13th: "build"

How useful, a castle built to move when needed!

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The device buzzed once, then a voice answered—deep, gravel-rough, and unmistakably ancient. “Yes?” came Rafael’s response, calm and terse as always. “Get the gang ready,” Duvac said without preamble. “We might have to move the castle. Security breach—Grade A.” He didn’t wait for confirmation. He already knew the Gargoyle would act the moment the line went dead. Duvac turned back to Margaret, his jaw set like stone. “Take care of him,” he said, jerking his chin toward Judah. “And get Nina. I want every person we rescued and every human we captured checked for embedded tech—anything that could compromise us.” Margaret nodded sharply. “I’ve got it. Go.”
November 13, 2025 at 8:37 AM
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Just Duvac being a grump as always.

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Crossing into the common area—a space large enough to host strategy meetings for twenty—he popped the bottle into the microwave and punched in the timer. The room’s sheer size was a testament to his status. A general in the supernatural forces, one of the few in charge of fighting back against the rising tide of human aggression. There weren’t many ranked above him—the Senator in charge of this stronghold, for one—but sometimes, Duvac regretted ever proving himself competent. Efficiency always came at a price, and for him, that price was responsibility. Leadership. A goddamn drag, if he was being honest.
August 20, 2025 at 7:46 AM
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September 2nd: 'tired'

#Duvac needs some sleep!

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“You get some sleep,” Chase said again, his tone softening. “Judah’s resting post-surgery, the Gargoyles are still running relocation protocols, and unless someone decides to break into the stronghold tonight, you’re officially useless.” Duvac snorted. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to punch you for that.” Chase grinned. “I live for your affection.” Duvac gave a tired chuckle—a rare sound, gravelly and short. Chase was one of the few people alive—or undead—who could draw it out of him. “Wake me if anything important happens,” Duvac said as he turned toward the door. “And only if it’s important.”
September 2, 2025 at 8:40 AM
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June 2nd: "knock"

#DuvacOC being awoken not by a knock, but that's just because Chase knows he would probably be dead if he attempted that.

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It hadn't been long since Duvac had bedded down, and yet, already, he was being woken up by a familiar voice crackling through the intercom. "Duvac, get up. I've found another one." It had been like this nonstop for the past four months, ever since Chase's nephew had vanished. They'd already been tasked with finding and destroying the labs the Untouched had founded to steal immortality for themselves, but the moment Adrian had gone missing, Chase had thrown himself into overdrive, barely sleeping and only eating when the healers forced him to. His personality, usually overexcited and cheery, had changed to brooding and angry. He'd never been prone to choleric outbursts, but just last week, he'd yelled at Nina, his mate, the woman who meant the world to him.
July 2, 2026 at 11:08 AM
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June 26th: "Fox"

Not a fox per se but...

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"Good," Duvac said, pushing off the table and straightening, but just as he turned to leave, one of the computers blared an alarm. It wasn't the grating shriek that stopped him dead in his tracks. No, it was the sound that came after. A growl so deep and furious that it rattled a delicately placed tower of coffee mugs enough for them to topple over and shatter on the floor below. "Chase?" Duvac asked, his voice cautious as he turned back around. His friend was gripping the desk hard enough that the wood splintered beneath his fingertips, his face a mask of fury. The usually blue eyes were now of a glowing orange as the shapechanger's wilder side started to take over—fangs elongating, claws emerging from the tips of his fingers. He was staring straight ahead, as though the world had narrowed down to nothing but the picture that had just popped up on his screen, and one glance at the monitor told Duvac everything he needed to know.
June 26, 2026 at 6:04 AM
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“Tell me everything you know,” Duvac said, his voice as smooth as velvet dragged across a blade. “About the test subject named Judah.” A beat of silence. Then the man swallowed hard and found his voice—a ragged whisper, thick with a Russian accent. “W-Who is that?” Duvac switched languages with ease, the Russian rolling off his tongue like a second skin. After centuries of life, he’d collected more than scars and enemies. Languages had always proven useful.
August 14, 2025 at 7:36 AM
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"same"

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He heard it then: the soft rustle of cloth, the almost imperceptible shuffle of bare feet against cold stone. His head turned just as the feet came to a stop right behind the door. He stepped toward it and opened it without hesitation. There stood Judah, caught mid-motion—half curious, half guilty. His posture tensed the instant their eyes met, trying to look as though he hadn’t just been eavesdropping on the very conversation that had revolved around him. Duvac raised a brow but didn’t scold him. Who could blame the man? After all, they’d been talking about him. If their roles were reversed, he might’ve done the same.
August 24, 2025 at 7:53 AM
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August 20th: "footprint"

Vibes again!

#DuvacOC is interrogating some scientists...

CW: blood

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"W-we zapped him out," the woman answered. "With the computer chip in his brainstem, right?" Duvac asked, a feral growl rumbling in his chest. "Des monstres, autant que vous êtes," he cursed. "What else does it do besides tracking him like a rabid dog?" This time, the woman fell silent, staring up at him, wide-eyed and afraid. Duvac took a deliberate step forward, his boot landing in the pool of blood that had gathered underneath the man he'd drained dry with a wet splash. "Now, now, don't be coy; you must know what else it does," Duvac growled. "I-If I tell you, you will kill me!" she gasped in terror. "I will kill you either way," Duvac nonchalantly answered. "The how, however, depends entirely on your cooperation."
August 20, 2026 at 8:42 AM
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August 27th: 'stand'

#Duvac sees #Judah for the first time.

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And then he saw him. Behind a reinforced glass wall. Duvac came to a slow halt. The figure standing within the sterile cell was gaunt, all sharp edges and hollows, as if he hadn’t eaten properly in weeks. His creamy-pale skin was smooth despite the emaciation, stretched thin over his frame. His strawberry-blonde hair fell in messy strands, brushing just against his jawline—one curl damp, tangled from where it had clearly been chewed on. He didn’t look much older than his mid-twenties.
August 27, 2025 at 7:41 AM
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September 3nd: 'sane'

#Juda is not quite sane...

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“Did you get anything out of him?” Duvac asked, his voice low as he handed the file over to Margaret. She shook her head, golden eyes tired. “He didn’t answer a single question. But his behaviour... It reminds me of the half failed bitten vampires,” she said quietly, glancing briefly toward Judah. “The ones that don't completely lose themselves, but don’t stay sane either. Teetering on the edge.” Duvac exhaled a slow, grumbling sound, somewhere between a growl and a sigh. “Chase is going through the surveillance footage from his cell. But these—” he tapped the manila folder in her hands, “—are his medical records.”
September 3, 2025 at 12:07 PM
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A whisper crackled through the intercom. "All surface guards neutralized." Duvac didn’t hesitate. He gave Chase word through the radio. Seconds later, the fire alarm shrieked into the stillness, its piercing wail splitting the night like a blade. No turning back now. The hunt had begun.
August 12, 2025 at 6:10 PM
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#TFOFSnip Day 13 - Operation

How do these words always fit my WIP so well?!

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"Chase," Duvac grabbed one of his shoulders, catching his wrist with the other hand, squeezing tight enough to cause a twinge of pain that snapped him out. "If you flip your lid now, you're going to be of no use during this operation. Do you want that?" His friend's voice was harsh—unyielding like Duvac always was. A fucking hard ass for anyone who needed it. Most of his soldiers never even saw him smile, but they respected him either way. His training methods were harsh but fair, and they'd kept many of them alive during these trying times. Chase clung to that harsh tone now, anchoring himself with a few deep breaths. Slowly, he felt his fangs retract, and his claws slide back underneath his skin as his vision returned to the human side of him—less tinged with the red of wrath and clearer now. "I'm coming with," he said, a growl still in his voice. "I've nothing against that," Duvac answered. "Just answer me this one question. Who can do the same tech-whiz shit you can do when you're out in the field?" "Juniper." The answer came in an instant. Chase had trained her for over a year now; the only reason she wasn't stepping in more often was that he didn't want to relinquish his domain until they found Adrian. But he had been found now. And there was nothing—no one—stopping Chase from marching in there and getting his nephew back, even if it meant a bloodbath, even if he had to slaughter hundreds to do it.
August 26, 2026 at 1:49 PM
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Ima li bolji duvač od Bajatovića?
Mislim, raspolaže gasom, a često je pod gasom 🤣
November 26, 2024 at 11:01 AM
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Since I have a coffee junkie in my WIP, I just had to come out of the woodwork for this.

#ChaseOC is failing the mug-check every time someone enters his IT cave.

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Chase sat hunched over his workstation, pale light reflecting off his face, the faint glow illuminating his focused expression. He was surrounded by half-drunk mugs of coffee, wires, tools, and what Duvac assumed was the infamous chip—now dismantled and magnified beneath a glass dome connected to several scanners.
April 5, 2026 at 9:39 AM
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April 1st: "fool"

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#DuvacOC appreciates his friend #ChaseOC *not* making a foolish joke.

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“Get your ass to the infirmary. Now.” Duvac’s tone was ice—clipped, no-nonsense, stripped of any pretense. “We might have a tracking chip on our hands.” To his credit, Chase didn’t laugh. Didn’t make a joke. His voice shifted immediately, dropping into something more serious. “Got it. I’ll be there in a minute. Tell Rafael—” “I know.” Duvac cut him off before the sentence finished, slamming the intercom button to end the call and immediately dialing the next code.
April 1, 2026 at 11:11 AM
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August 18th "press"

I'm being mean to #JudahOC again.

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"They sent me a contract that laid everything bare," Judah explained. "That it wasn't a clinical trial, at least not in the way I thought. That they were going to try and turn me into an Immortal. That the fatality rate was over 70%." "And you still agreed?" Duvac pressed. "I had three months left to live by this point, and I knew I was going to die either way." Judah shrugged but avoided eye contact. "I saw no other way."
August 18, 2026 at 7:05 AM
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June 30th: "tournament"

#DuvacOC winning in life and unlife alike, and losing at the same time.

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Sometimes, Duvac regretted ever proving himself competent. Efficiency always came at a price, and for him, that price was responsibility, leadership. Not that he didn't like leading and teaching others how to defend themselves, but the downside continued to eat at him, slowly hollowing him out like acid dripping on a rock. He remembered every soldier he'd lost, the names burning themselves into his very soul. It had always been like that, even when he was still mortal, still fighting for a crazed emperor with visions of grandeur, watching his companions fall like flies from either starvation or festering wounds they gained in battle.
June 30, 2026 at 9:20 AM
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June 4th: "round"

#DuvacOC enjoying the advanced technology of a microwave.

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"Do I have time for a drink?" he asked unceremoniously. "Should be okay," Chase answered. "I'm still going through the data." "I'll meet you in fifteen," Duvac answered, then ended the call, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, bare feet landing on the cold wooden floor. Padding across the room, he made his way to the mini-fridge tucked in the corner, pulling out a bottle of blood and twisting off the cap. Crossing into the common area—a space large enough to host strategy meetings for around twenty people—he popped the bottle into the microwave and punched in the timer.
July 4, 2026 at 8:16 AM
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September 9th: 'pressure'

Two snippets today because I couldn't decide!

#Duvac interrogates some humans, and #Judah wakes up post-surgery.

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Breaking humans had never been difficult for Duvac. It wasn’t just the ease with which their fragile minds buckled under pressure, or how little pity he had for those who dared to harm his kind—it was also the edge he carried, the weapon buried not in blade or fang, but in his mind. A gift. A curse. A power known only among vampires. They called it Terror. And the name wasn’t a poetic exaggeration. It was precise. When Judah woke, the first thought that slithered through his fogged mind was that he’d never left. That the shadows, the warrior, the explosion—freedom—had all been a dream. A cruel, vivid hallucination crafted by a brain that had finally cracked under pressure. Because the room was too familiar. Too white. Too quiet. Too clean. The air smelled sterile, tinged with antiseptic and that strange metallic scent that always clung to clinical places. For a few long seconds, his heart squeezed in panic. His body tensed, muscles readying for a punishment he couldn’t quite remember earning. But then… something was different. There was no searing light. No blistering brightness flooding every corner, no cruel lamps humming overhead like vultures. Shadows nestled in the corners of the room, soft and still. He wasn’t surrounded by light. And… he wasn’t restrained.
September 9, 2025 at 7:41 AM
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August 28th: 'broad'

Happy little coincidence that it's like a continuation of yesterdays snip!

#Judah sees #Duvac for the first time.

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And then he saw him. A shadow detached itself from the dim corridor, stepping into view. Judah’s pulse spiked. This was no scientist. Nor was he security. The man moved too fluidly, each step calculated, deliberate, not the lumbering, stiff walk of a guard on patrol. He was built like a fortress—broad, muscled, yet impossibly silent as he closed the distance to the cell. His black attire molded to his form, but it was the weapons that caught Judah’s attention first. Knives. Guns. Explosives. Strapped to him as if he were a living arsenal. Judah’s skin prickled, every hair along his arms rising as he took in the stark contrast of dark blue eyes against his midnight-black hair. The weight of that gaze settled on him, unblinking, studying him like a predator might study something trapped behind glass.
August 28, 2025 at 7:48 AM
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September 12th: 'worst'

#Duvac and his morning musings.

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He retrieved the now-warm blood and took long, deep gulps. The vampires had suffered the worst under the surge of human experimentation. It had all started here, in Russia, with that insufferably curious bastard—Dr. Galkin. His thirst for knowledge had set off a chain reaction, and now, the majority of the labs were hidden beneath layers of snow and permafrost, buried deep in the icy earth. Though it wasn't the reason most vampires had established their primary base of operations in this godforsaken tundra. The convenience of the polar night made it worth the misery. Less sunlight. More usable hours. More time to burn those laboratories to the ground. Duvac finished his drink, rolling his shoulders as the blood settled in his system, giving him a much-needed jolt of energy.
September 12, 2025 at 8:20 AM
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September 6th: 'dust'

#Duvac pondering UV light and the sun.

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For a vampire of his age, a single blast of ultraviolet light wouldn’t just injure him—it would be final. Younger vampires barely felt the weight of it, and if they did, the process was agonizingly slow. He would suffer something far worse. The centuries he had outrun would catch up to him in a single instant. His body would wither, shriveling to nothing as time devoured him all at once. His bones would crumble to dust in seconds. That was the fate of the turned—those who had once been human. Born vampires had a slight advantage against the sun, able to endure its presence for short bursts before the agony set in. But turned ones? They were rare, and the few that did survive the change rarely lived long afterward. The transition was merciless, tearing apart both body and mind, leaving many trapped in a frenzy that stripped them of all reason.
September 6, 2025 at 9:07 AM
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#TFOFSnip Day 12 - Screen

I shared this one before I think. Oh well :D

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"Chase?" Duvac asked, his voice cautious as he turned back around. His friend was gripping the desk hard enough that the wood splintered beneath his fingertips, his face a mask of fury. The usually blue eyes were now a glowing orange as the shapechanger's wilder side started to take over—fangs elongating, claws emerging from the tips of his fingers. He was staring straight ahead, as though the world had narrowed down to nothing but the picture that had just popped up on his screen, and one glance at the monitor told Duvac everything he needed to know. They'd finally found him. Adrian was in that lab.
August 25, 2026 at 11:33 AM