devilvette

[devilvette]

tbh when velvette first arrived in hell, very little actually changed about her appearance, other than some color alterations (i.e. hair, eyes, etc.) and becoming completely plastic. otherwise, her physique and features are all the same as the point of her death.

her body dysmorphia comes a bit more into play bc it feels like an uncanny valley whenever she looks at herself in her entirety. it's a step further from the already-existing dysmorphia she had when she was alive from some years of botox, filler, etc. to keep up with beauty trends.

tldr; she's always been plastic

( that said, i briefly danced with the idea of her starting out with her pilot design during her early hell days before eventually doing a complete makeover into her current design (insert another plastic surgery metaphor here) to be taken more seriously, which would've taken care of things like her lazy eye and such too. alas, i never figured out how to incorporate that 'alternative lolita' look into her living days, so i scrapped it lol )

[devilvette]

Me, logging into Tumblr

[devilvette]

CHARACTER ARC

CORRUPTION ARC : so. you got worse. and i'm not entirely sure i can blame you for it. maybe it was in you all along, hidden and waiting, or maybe someone planted it in you and watched it grow. either way, it's there now and you hold it in your fist like a second heart - this blood, this hunger, this thrill of having teeth and using them. perhaps you are right to. you are a mirror for the hardness of the world, and a mirror that we could all stand to look in more often. it's hard to watch the bleeding bring about more blood, but it is undeniable that you are very good at wounding.

[devilvette]

"You love it. I knew it," She smirks proudly as she looks to him, clapping her hands again and fighting back looking too giddy. "Don't be shy! You know you'd fuck yourself in that! Hell, I'd fuck you in that. It's hot."

She continues to idly compliment him (and herself and her own work in the process), while walking back and forth to put some of her supplies back into their little drawers. Once that's done, Velvette makes her way back to the podium, raising a slight brow as she takes in the sight of Vox once again.

"You know, you never told me what the dress was for," She notes, offering a hand to him to help him step down. "Some new kink of Val's?"

She hopes not. She might actually rip his antenna out if he ends up ripping apart this dress.

That said, she knows Vox wouldn't be caught dead in something so feminine out in public ...right?

    It’d been a fleeting thought, a suggestion told through a laugh to be scant of reality, yet Velvette had said Sure, I can do that and Vox had let her and now he’s standing on a podium, feeling like a freak, as she dresses him up in feminine fabric and glistening pearls. He has both hands raised, fingers curled into the palms, face contorted - fuck, fuck, fuck.

  He turns, dreadfully, to the mirror. It looks…

    He isn’t sure he’s in his own body anymore. This impostor is stood awkwardly, from an era he hasn’t been intimate with for decades now, poised. The dress is gorgeous. The dress is beautiful. He ghosts the tips of his fingers over the spot Velvette had touched, eyebrows lowering. He strays away from calling himself hot, but there’s something about this.

  Quickly, he raises his eyebrows, turning back to face her and clearing his throat, hoping the brief moment had gone unnoticed.

    〝Expertly made as usual, my dear,〞 he says with his crooked grin.

[devilvette]

BG3 SENTENCE STARTERS

"I'm done bowing to the whims of others."

"I am resplendent."

"The answer is no. NO."

"Rejecting unwanted advances is no failure. Even if it earned me some scars."

"No, I made the right choice. Though I do regret the options I had."

"I'm not sure anyone has been more fucked than this. And yet... we're fine!"

"Five seconds into this relationship and I already want to break up with you."

"Excuse me. This might be the first honest thing I've ever told you, and you're not interested?"

"That's it? We're done with the conversation?"

"Your past is not yet lost. Your future is not yet fixed."

"I deserve better. I deserve more. I deserve to live!"

"The past is the past. And the future is ... well ... still to be decided. By me."

"You brought my dead heart back to life. It will keep beating."

Think of all we've been through just to get to this moment. That wasn't luck. That was US."

"Resentment is a poison on one's heart. The only way to avoid damage is to pour it out."

"I am iron, steel and silver. I am my mother's blade."

"I am a strong, capable person."

"Am I not astonishing?"

"Feels good to hear it. Almost as good AS the touch of your hand."

"You shine brighter than diamond, and strike harder than steal."

"A rare treasure, you are."

"How to answer a question with so many layers such as that?"

"If you were a song, I'd never stop singing."

"You make a damn fine dance partner."

"Did you really think you could hide what you are from me forever?"

"Oh no - oh that's so sad."

"You were supposed to lend a hand, not take one!"

"If I must, but do try to keep them safe."

"Wow! You really showed that small, defenseless child who's in charge!"

"We could always make our own entertainment."

"Cheeky little pup."

"If I succeed, maybe I'll be allowed a pet."

"I have to focus. I can't afford to get attached to anyone."

"When there's a will, there's a why."

"Are you feeling lonely, perhaps?"

Why do beautiful people taste better?"

[devilvette]

Yeah, protest is always to be expected from old fucks.

Seriously, these things would be shorter if they just skipped that part, but oh well. He's not the first cobweb-covered mind that she's changed, he ain't gonna be the last.

"It's not gonna stop people from wanting to know anyway. And then trying their hand," Velvette points out to him as she brings her phone screen back into her view.

It doesn't take long at all for Velvette to find Lucifer's trending tags and search them up, revealing a slew of posts and pictures and fanart of the king himself from sinners and hellborn alike. She manages not to snort at some of the thirst comments that she reads, but scrolls past them so that she can show off the screen once more towards Lucifer.

"If you had your own social media, at least you'd be in control of your own narrative," She continues. "You could post about your favorite Pentabucks drink of all things, and people will eat that shit up as is."

no , no. that wasn't a question. but he'll let it slide for now. it's not worth the effort to seek out the truth and he doesn't care to unless she becomes a problem.

❝ oh no , i don't need to —-- ❞ see. protest comes too late , it would seem. an expression of utter disinterest and annoyance briefly crosses the king's face ; yet the half lidded eyes and thin lips quickly gives way under a practiced royal persona. terse smile plasters itself across lucifer's face while the fashionista flaunts her flawless ... what do they call it ? feed ? ( what an odd name. is it because people eat it up ? ).

yet it's her offer that has eyes flashing wide , brows shooting up , body pulling back with a jerk. ❝ ₕₒₒ 𝗁𝗈𝗈 ʰᵒᵒᵒᵒ (!) , no. i don't really uhhh ... i don't do all that. ❞ anymore. the king's shining golden castle has proverbial cracks in the walls now. he'll stick to scheduled appearances within tightly controlled parameters , thank you very much. ❝ some things aren't meant to be known. ❞

[devilvette]

She stops at the end of the staircase, pausing for a second, before letting out a short scoff. "Yeah, well, no one wants microwaved breakfast."

Taking a seat, she takes in everything sitting on the place. "You made all this...?"

Damn. When was the last time she had someone cook for her...?

' Oh? I thought you were gonna take a while.' She said seeing Velvette come downstairs, giving a small chuckle she placed the plate of breakfast infront of her, it was mostly healthy choices as despite them dating she was still unsure what kind of food Velvette likes. Sitting down across from her, she began to nibble on a piece of bacon, crunches being heard in her closed mouth.

[devilvette]

Yes it is. Snoring isn't hot.

Her annoyance does soften up though from the kiss that Verosika gives before she's out of the room entirely.

Sure, Velvette could go through her entire morning routine uninterrupted ...but she'd hate to leave the other without her amazing presence. So Velvette forgoes most of it, settling on fixing up her hair and then wandering downstairs in her pajamas.

She laughed. ' no I will not! It's not a bad thing to snore babe, downstairs I'll save it in the microwave for you so you can get ready.' She smiled leaning forward kissing Velvette's cheek before making her way downstairs into the kitchen.

[devilvette]

"Oi! Take that back!" She doesn't snore...

But rolling her eyes, Velvette throws the blankets off her body and manages to sit up on the edge of the bed. "Where at? I gotta get ready first, you know."

Which will take, like, an hour minimum, of course.

︴@devilvette : ❤'d !! ♡ ; ა

' You know for someone so bitchy, you snore quite loud darling, morning wanna come and get some breakfast? '

[devilvette]

closed starter for @advlox

Blue rayon. Patterned. Satin finishes. And the fucking apron to go with it too.

Not Velvette's cup of tea to wear, but she can't deny that it's been an interesting challenge to design and craft such a dress. For all the sins of the 50s, they had some nice silhouettes.

And Vox looked damn hot in it, if she's being honest! If only his face wasn't a fucking screen... Maybe she could do his makeup too. For now, she reaches around his neck to secure the string of pearls.

The final touch of any vintage housewife look.

Her fingers brush over the little rocks and his clavicle, before she steps down from her stool and takes a couple more steps back to get a full look at him. There's a rather satisfied smile on her face as she claps her hands together, eyes bright, while taking in the sight of him.

"Sooo, what do you think?"

[devilvette]

the realization that the reason @devilvette and val can have a genuine, loving relationship is one part their own selfishness & viciousness within their industries and one part similar trauma they experienced from being commoditized for a majority of their lives. something they both continue to carry through physical attributes assigned by death ( for velvette ) and birth ( for valentino ).

[devilvette]

"Aweee, you do love me, Vee! 💋

...also teasing ain't an option, darling. But thanks, I guess, for the invisible kiss."

( @toxitrosia, @advlox )

[devilvette]

random hc: if you made vel sit and watch the b.arbie movie, she'd probably be gagging and rolling her eyes throughout most of it ...only to be unable to stop crying at the end bc she wants nothing more than someone to come to her and let her be human again instead of a piece of plastic

[devilvette]

VELVETTE HAS APPEARED! WHAT TO DO?

blow a kiss

kiss cheek

****

hug

[devilvette]

He drinks her in like a man parched, and as Velvette settles back against the seat, her chest starts to rise and fall steadily as she lets out little gasps with each thrust and flick of his tongue. Damn if he ain't one of the best at eating her out... Maybe the best period, but she doesn't need to inflate his ego.

Her thighs tighten around the sides of his head, and as her leg twitches, the pointed heel of her shoe presses slightly into his back. Grunting softly, she lets it dig further, hoping to add a little bit of pain for his sake. She hisses as his claws dig into her thighs all the same.

"Fuck, d-don't come up," Velvette orders him through her pants, intent on keeping his head exactly where it is. "Not until I cum..."

She'll find some way to make it up to him later. If she can find the energy once they're back at the tower, she'll happily take a turn being in control of him. Or maybe she'll concede to letting him do whatever he'd like to her... His drug is still in her, still quite strong. It'll take time to ride it out, even after this orgasm.

She's content to let go of control for just tonight...

Very quickly it becomes apparent to Val that both him and Velvette are more in this for another orgasm, rather than his initial claim of simply doing this to clean her up a little. After all, they had made quite the mess (though, Val considerably more so) and he'd figured it was just a matter of appreciation for her that he was taking this upon himself.

Also, Velvette was just beautiful and they'd had a great evening - how could he not treat her?

Her praise makes him keen against her, moving all of his hands to rest comfortably in his lap, letting his mouth be the sole thing for them to both focus on. His tongue continues to thrust into her, tasting his own release mixed with hers, drawing a deeply satisfied groan from him.

While the tip of his tongue is still pressed inside, Val whines and presses himself even closer, muffling his own noises as he makes it purposefully difficult for himself to draw in breath in this position. He withdraws his tongue only to suck firmly against her clit, his breath once again being cut off for brief intervals again as she bucks her hips into his mouth. Val meets each erratic movement with a slightly more targeted thrust of his tongue, half lidded gaze meeting hers.

He moans, the speed of his tongue picking up quickly as his claws dig into his thighs.

[devilvette]

human vees 🩷🖕

[devilvette]

It's almost cute, the way that Charlie looks at her. Fucking precious, she might say.

"Yeah. I am right," She grins, bringing her pen back to her lips for another puff, and taking care to blow the smoke away from Charlie's face.

Even if it's a task given, Velvette hardly seems to mind. If anything, her enthusiasm grows as she watches the princess finally start to settle her ass. "Take a seat and wait for me, yeah? I'll be quick," She says, guiding Charlie towards one of the outdoor couches, and then even giving her vape pen for her to hold onto while she waits.

Whatever helps her relax.

"What's your poison?" She continues on, stopping at the door before she can step inside.

to   imply   she   didn't   have   fun   was   an   understatement;   all   she   thought   about   as   a   royal   was   the   death   of   her   people,   how   many   people   had   died   this   year   compared   to   the   last   years   numbers,   how   many   people   enter   hell   every   day,   and   what   she   can   do   to   prevent   it.

though,   in   moments   like   this,   charlie   felt   that   all   wash   away   as   she   looked   at   velvette   with   shiny   eyes,   cheeks   red   as   apples.   as   she   fixed   that   smudged   lipstick,   charlie   could   only   chuckle,   eyebrows   curving   into   a   sincere   display   of   emotion;   it   really   wasn't   that   bad.

"    you're   right,   you   always   seem   to   be.   if   i'm   going   to   have   fun   then,   i'm   going   to   need   something   a   bit   stronger,   perhaps   you   can   get   me   another   drink?    "

charlie   had   always   felt   bad   asking   people   to   get   her   this   and   that,   considering   she   was   royalty--   but   in   scenarios   like   this   where   she   could   relax   and   let   loose...   it   didn't   hurt   to   ask.