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[succu-bitchh]

As of late, Lorna may notice a bit more glancing her way from Sinners and Hellborn alike as they hold their phones while doing so. It appeared to be more than the typical attention for a succubus, some even tailing her a bit longer than normal before backing off. Something felt off, but none approached her outright, they were merely... watching.

She paid no mind to it at first — she’s used to the stares when she’s in uniform and running late to Ozzie’s - but lately … lately it’s been a bit unnerving… “its nothing .. you did have a gig not to long ago..” she muttered to herself .

Besides she wanted to be a rockstar this is what came with the territory right ? Maybe her bandmates were having the same issue .

Still she walked a little quicker back home.

[succu-bitchh]

She lets out a happy squawk as her hair is tousled, she looks a little rough for wear having come from playing outside to digging into the trash and then into the office — a bird bath will be needed for sure .

She’s is delighted when he eats her offering and grabs a small bone to munch on as well, small downy wings flapping with glee.

“I hunt like big birds !” Soon she’ll fly like them too, she just needs a good jumping off point — maybe the roof ?

@succu-bitchh

Little Zephy is on a very important mission ! Shes dropping off her treasures on Mike’s desk, little pieces of chicken bones ( that she might have dug out of the trash can but shh) she’s very proud of her findings .

“I shares ..” she chirps .

“Sharing? Oh, I love sharing!”

He bends to gently tousle her hair, casting an eye over at the chicken bones she had set upon his desk. Oh God, she dug through the kitchen trash again, they really need to get a lock for it.

Fuck it. They’re fresh. He picks one up and chomps it in half.

[succu-bitchh]

PROMPTS FOR THE 5 LOVE LANGUAGES *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

i'm very grateful for you.

you're very important to me.

you make me want to be a better person.

you're doing a good job, you know.

i can tell you're trying your hardest.

you constantly impress me.

what's going on? tell me everything.

i'm here to listen to you.

i love you so much.

you know you matter to me, right?

i don't know what i'd do without you.

you were right about everything.

if it matters to you, it matters to me.

i believe in you.

PHYSICAL TOUCH

[ caress ] sender soothes a nervous receiver by stroking their hands up and down receiver's arms

[ absentminded ] sender casually takes receiver's hand in public, laces their fingers, and doesn't let go

[ shoulder ] sender listens to receiver speak and sets a hand on their shoulder while doing so, offering comfort

[ behind ] sender comes up to receiver from behind and wraps their arms around them, hugging them close

[ smack ] sender gives receiver's butt an affectionate smack as they walk past them

[ dinner ] at dinner, sender reaches across the table and takes receiver's hand

[ check ] sender reaches out to touch receiver, expressing concern for them

[ cuddle ] sender and receiver snuggle

RECEIVING GIFTS

i saw this yesterday, and i had to get it for you.

this reminded me of you.

you said you didn't have one... so i figured i'd get it for you.

i hope you like it. i picked it out just for you.

i loved making this for you.

i know you had a rough week, so i hope this makes you feel better.

it's all for you!

[ birthday ] sender brings receiver a present on their birthday

[ just because ] sender surprises receiver with a gift

[ grateful ] sender gets a present from receiver and expresses their utmost gratitude

[ flowers ] sender brings receiver a bouquet of their favorite flowers

[ candy ] sender gifts receiver with their favorite candy

QUALITY TIME

i'm not going anywhere. i want to stay here with you.

why don't we spend some time together?

i'd rather be alone with you.

let's plan a vacation.

feel like taking a walk? the weather's nice.

i just want to be with you.

this weekend is all about us.

can we plan for some alone time?

[ walk ] sender and receiver go for a comfortable evening stroll

[ bake ] sender and receiver bake something together

[ decorate ] sender and receiver attend a painting class together

[ relax ] sender and receiver relax on the beach

[ craft ] sender helps receiver with a project they've been working on

ACTS OF SERVICE

let me get that for you.

i'll take care of it! i've got it!

you go and sit down. i've got this covered.

i've planned our entire trip. you don't have to lift a finger.

everything's all taken care of!

sit back down! i'll clean up!

i know it was stressing you out. that's why i took care of it.

i'll help you with that.

i watered your plants.

[ breakfast ] sender brings receiver breakfast in bed

[ blanket ] sender notices receiver is cold, so they bring them a blanket and drape it over their shoulders

[ jacket ] sender offers receiver their coat

[ soup ] knowing receiver is sick, sender brings them a bowl of hot soup

[ coffee ] sender brings receiver their favorite coffee order

[succu-bitchh]

Now They're Back

For muses that vanished. Sometimes physically, sometimes metaphorical.

"I... I missed you."

"Why were you gone for so long?"

"What... what happened to you?"

"Where do you go, when this happens?"

"It's like you vanished. I was alone..."

"I'm so glad you're back."

"You don't know how empty it was without you."

"I felt totally alone."

"I wish you wouldn't disappear like that."

"I get scared when you're not here, you know?"

"Oh. You're back."

"When did you get back here?"

"You have to tell me when you're leaving, you can't just go!"

"I don't want you to vanish on me again."

"You aren't meant to just leave."

"We're meant to work on things together. I know you're stressed..."

"If you leave again, it's over."

"You have to stop checking out."

"I hate seeing you disappear like that..."

"You need to get help for this. Leaving... it isn't normal."

"You shouldn't be wanting to vanish all the time."

"I wish you would tell me when you're drifting away."

"I have to make sure you're okay. I can't do that if you're not here."

"Let me in. I can help. Please?"

"You're in there. I know you are."

"Let me - let me keep you grounded."

"I have to take your hand, and you have to focus on it."

"Don't leave me again. Don't - don't go."

"Hey. I'm here. You need to stay here with me."

"... will you come back?"

[succu-bitchh]

In the spirit of Sexual Sunday, feel free to send 💞 + any dirty questions you may have for them on anon, and they HAVE to answer honestly!

[succu-bitchh]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ? a collection of various questions that can be asked. feel free to change around anything that needs to be !!

" what do you mean ? "

" oh, so now you can tell me ? "

" are you asleep ? "

" do you hate me or something ? "

" can i help you with that ? "

" is that blood ? "

" where did you find this ? "

" do you remember how it used to be ? "

" do you miss me ? "

" can you turn out the light ? "

" did you have a nightmare ? "

" will i always be second best ? "

" why do you love me ? "

" did you apologize ? "

" do you want more rest ? "

" are you okay ? "

" are you going to finish that ? "

" where are you going ? "

" is that smoke ? "

" didn't you quit drinking ? "

" does your mother know ? "

" are we going to be parents ? "

" how do i look ? "

" can i hold you ? "

" is that a puppy ? "

" can i kiss you ? "

" where did that scar come from ? "

" can you hear my voice ? "

" will you shut up for a second ? "

" are you satisfied ? "

" where are you ? "

" where the hell did you go ? "

" why do i smell smoke ? "

" did you try to make me dinner ? "

" will you go out with me ? "

" will you go on a date with me ? "

" will you marry me ? "

" could you please kiss me goodnight ? "

" are you kidding me right now ? "

" did you shut the door on your way out ? "

" can you see me ? "

" did you get a picture of it ? "

[succu-bitchh]

Zephyr and Thea for the two people meme

Make my muse chose between two people. ANY TWO PEOPLE.

"I see you wish to be particularly cruel..."

"Zephyr... I worry for her on her own, though she has a wonderfully supportive network of friends and family, all of whom understand her pain and traumas better than I do. We connected by both being different and not fully belonging amongst our own. There is a level of understanding between us she would not have elsewhere. However, she is far from alone despite what she says. But that does not change change that our connection is unique."

"Theadora... I do not think I could bear to break her heart twice. No do I believe she would not bring her full wrath to bear on the party responsible. However... she has also managed herself remarkably well on her own and hardly needs me for a stable and successful life, even if she would insist it would be a hollow one. Her love for me is very real even if I do not remember our shared childhood she professes."

"To that end, it pains me greatly, but if I am forced to entertain a firm decision, I still feel horrible having to even consider this, let alone reduce it to hard practical considerations.

"Zephyr. Thea is resourceful, intelligent, powerful, and supremely crafty. She will manage better were I to disappear again... Hopefully."

Referenced muses: @succu-bitchh @alattesecrets

[succu-bitchh]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 .    (  a collection of  mixed action prompts.   adjust phrasing as desired.   potentially mature content within.  )

[ 1. ] sender steps between receiver and an aggressive stranger, voice low and steady: "walk. away."

[ 2. ] sender teaches receiver self-defense, hands firm on their hips as they adjust their stance.

[ 3. ] sender presses their forehead to receiver's, voice breaking as they murmur, "i don't know how to fix this, but i'm not leaving."

[ 4. ] sender shoves receiver out of the way of a projectile.

[ 5. ] sender combs their fingers through receiver's hair in the aftermath of a traumatic event, whispering words of comfort.

[ 6. ] sender whispers, “i’ve thought about this all day,” before pinning receiver against a wall for a searing kiss.

[ 7. ] sender wipes away the receiver’s falling tears with their thumb and whispers, “i’m here."

[ 8. ] sender patches up receiver's wounds, hands trembling as they whisper, "you can't keep doing this to me."

[ 9. ] sender shoves receiver into a hiding spot, hissing, "stay here or i’ll kill you myself."

[ 10. ] sender finds receiver drunk at a party, sighing. "let’s get you home."

[ 11. ] sender is discovered sleepwalking by receiver.

[ 12. ] sender steals receiver’s weapon and presses it to their own chest, daring: “go ahead. prove me right.”

[ 13. ] sender ‘accidentally’ flashes receiver while changing, purring, "see something you like?"

[ 14. ] sender whispers, "you’ll ruin me," before biting receiver’s lip hard enough to draw blood.

[ 15. ] sender takes over while receiver is giving themselves stitches, promising to handle it.

[ 16. ] sender frantically grips receiver by the shoulders, "don't you dare close your eyes."

[ 17. ] sender fixes receiver’s crooked [ tie / jewelry ], teasing, "nervous?"

[ 18. ] sender shakes receiver out of a nightmare, comforting them in the aftermath. "same nightmare again?"

[ 19. ] sender brings hot tea and medication to a [ hungover / ill ] receiver.

[ 20. ] sender invites receiver to dance with them, insisting, "what? this song's perfect."

[ 21. ] sender leaves a single rose on receiver’s windshield with a note: "you’re being followed. smile."

[ 22. ] sender pins receiver’s wrists during a sparring match, grinning, "yield."

[ 23. ] sender playfully steals something from receiver, initiating a chase. "come and get it, then."

[ 24. ] sender drapes a blanket over receiver, accidentally waking them. "sorry, go back to sleep."

[ 25. ] receiver returns home only to find sender already there. "finally."

[ 26. ] after a pleasant night out together, sender asks: "can i kiss you goodnight?"

[ 27. ] sender wipes the blood from receiver's face, murmuring, "let's get you cleaned up."

[ 28. ] sender shoves receiver against a vending machine to dodge security, breathless. "act natural."

[ 29. ] sender wakes receiver in the throes of a nightmare, reassuring them, "it's okay, it's not real."

[ 30. ] sender purposefully antagonizes receiver, hurling insults; "what are you gonna do about it?"

[succu-bitchh]

<3

"♡

Zephyr

@succu-bitchh

What color is your heart ?

Regarding Zephyr herself:

💜 - Affection 🧡 - Joy/Happiness ❤️ - Love 💗 - Affection

Regarding her past with Adam:

💙 - Sadness 🤎 - Anger

[succu-bitchh]

Cierzo knew many languages she had to especially in her line of work , she nodded her assent to his question ,

Watching as his gaze turned sharp and guarded — she didn’t blame him, death was a concept not many were fond of , humans and human like beings especially so , death was the true ruler of creation at least in her mind — it didn’t care what faith you were, what pigmentation you were or how rich or poor you were — it came for everyone Divine and otherwise .

The true great equalizer —

It’s why their blades were scythes instead of swords or bows like that of the other angels — it was a finale , a single slash you couldn’t undo - even those that are granted a second life will eventually meet the blades at the end.

Nothing is truly Immortal even she and her master will simply nap and wake in a different universe once this one has ran its course .

“Do not worry so, it’s none of your precious students , rather — a sick animal they are fond of .. pets I think they are called , — “ not all her jobs ended human life .

“Of course “ she sat on the pew and offered him a spot next to her.

“Ah my manners are lacking — please called me Cizero “

As a man of faith—a man who had died, and returned—Kurt Wagner knew beyond doubt that he was never truly alone. That certainty used to bring comfort. Now, it sat heavier on his shoulders. Angels, guardians, divine forces—he’d seen them. Fought beside them. Fought against them. The divine watched, always watching, as his faith was tested again and again—on his body, his soul, his heart.

Each trial left its scar. Some visible. Some not. But he endured.

He had to believe there was purpose in it all. That returning from paradise meant there was still something important left for him to do. But even with that knowledge, that certainty, it did not soothe the strange emptiness lingering in his chest—the kind that neither faith nor fire could burn away.

“I have not had the pleasure of seeing any angels during my second time walking the Earth,” he said quietly, gaze distant. “But... may I ask something?”

He hesitated. Not from fear, but something close to shame. To speak of his feelings, his doubts, in the presence of a Morningstar—even if she was only a student of the divine—felt… unworthy. As if the weight he carried was his burden alone, not something to be laid bare before celestial eyes.

Her words weren’t comforting. Not in the way he needed. Azrael claiming the soul of his father—his father—was no cause for peace. Yes, his father had taken so many souls, had twisted lives and fates, and had tried to do the same to Kurt more than once. And yet…

It wasn’t justice he felt. Only sorrow. Deep and unshakable. The idea of celebrating that loss—that suffering—felt like a betrayal of something core to who he was.

“Anderswo?” he echoed softly, letting the word wrap around his tongue like a prayer. It grounded him. Pulled him back to himself. German always did—especially the old words, the circus slang, the sound of home. That memory—the bright lights of the Munich Circus, the laughter, the belonging—that was his piece of heaven on Earth. Untouched. Sacred.

But this place, this moment, was something else. The presence of a reaper angel here, now, wasn’t something he could afford to ignore. The tension in his shoulders betrayed that.

“Auf wen zielen Sie ab?” he asked, eyes steady and sharp now. There was no need to translate. If she was what she claimed, she'd understand. He wasn’t accusing. He simply needed to know—who death was meant for tonight.

If there was to be death, he would not turn away. He’d seen enough of it to know that being prepared was the only mercy one could give themselves.

After a pause, he offered a small, warm smile. Tired, yes, but still genuine.

“Danke,” he said gently. “You’re very kind. I’ve a bit of time before I’m due elsewhere. May I sit with you?”

[succu-bitchh]

Cizero had been watching this ‘elf ‘ for a long time, often sneaking her way into the mansion to collect the souls of a beloved pets and wild critters around the place — this so called Wolverine often kept her busy with his extermination of rats — quiet fun.

She watched the fear etch on the man’s face at the mention of her creator and smirked , yes her lord should be feared and respected .

“I am a student and his creation , It’s an honor to be under the wing of one of the Morningstars “ especially one that wasn’t so chained to heaven — Death cared not for heaven or hell and neither did she .

“Mmhm Yes My master came to fetch that one himself , but don’t fear this Reaper Kurt, I am not here for you my calling is else where Around this place , I simply heard your prayer and stopped to listen, you are very devout but also accepting to others— sadly that’s rare these days “

She hopped off the pew with the grace only an angel could have her tawny wings stretching wide .

“You did what you had to do to save this place I find no fault in that nor would the creator but that’s just my thought on the matter — as for a second judgement .. the work your doing here is more then enough proof you earning your rest , “ Although it wasn’t her call to make she felt she should make her opinions known.

“Now I’m not a proper angel but — after hearing your prayer I do hope you’ll accept my blessing of good luck to you and yours “

In more ways than he was ever willing to admit, the Amazing Nightcrawler’s emotions were as easy to read as a picture book. He was a man of passion, of vibrant feeling worn on a velvet sleeve. Despite years of honing his agility and reflexes, mastering the subtle art of hiding his body language had never been a priority. Why bother? Distractions were plentiful, and the Danger Room was always eager for more of his time. His teleportation had become stronger, more precise—refined, even. But at the end of the day, Kurt Wagner remained ever the same: a swashbuckling, fun-loving ball of indigo fur. The elf, as some of his friends so fondly called him.

His long, prehensile tail swayed low and slow behind him, betraying a tension that didn’t yet show in his expression. The guise of a priest may have calmed those watching from the pews, but Kurt knew better. Anyone approaching from behind would feel the faint whoosh of his tail sweeping past, an instinctive warning sign—don’t get too close. Getting kicked out of a church was not on his to-do list today.

Then the student spoke again.

The moment the name fell from the stranger's lips, Kurt felt the blood drain from his face like holy water spilled across a chapel floor.

Azrael.

He knew that name well—too well. In his years of theological study, Kurt had read of the angel of death: divine, detached, dutiful. Neither cruel nor kind—simply a force, a final breath taken in solemnity. And if this one before him, this... Cizero claimed to be a student of that being, then there was only one reason they would cross paths.

“The angel of death…” Kurt whispered, his golden eyes widening with recognition. His tail, once casually swaying, now coiled tight with latent energy, ready to defend if need be.

He didn’t sense malice in the other, but purpose. A cold, clear purpose.

Kurt stood his ground, though a tremor danced along his spine. “If you are truly a student of Azrael, then you must know what your presence means.”

He took in a steadying breath, as though speaking the words might anchor him to the earth itself.

“I cannot go,” he said. Then, with more fire, “I will not go.”

His voice softened, tinged with sorrow as he looked past Cizero, as if remembering something far older than the time on his face.

“I forfeited my place in Heaven,” he said. “Years ago. When my father, Azazel, returned—when he sought to bring ruin across this world and beyond—I did what no one else would. I gave up my right to peace. I gave up rest. I gave up salvation.”

His voice cracked with the weight of the memory, but he pressed on, lifting his chin.

“I died… and came back. But not without cost. I knew when I returned that the gates of Heaven would no longer open for me. I chose Earth. I chose to stay. To protect, to serve, to make sure no one else would have to face what I did.”

He stepped closer, his expression solemn but unafraid. “So I ask you, —what is your purpose here? Why now? I gave up eternity to stop the man who helped give me life. What duty do you bring me from the realm beyond?”

A pause, and then softer, almost pleading:

“Is there a second judgment waiting… or am I simply being reminded of what I’ve lost?”

[succu-bitchh]

The fear she felt as he showed his true form shook her to her core … this was a demon a monster .. what she used to try and protect heaven from … and her payment.. was being abandoned by heaven and left for him.

She flinched as the contract was completed and the chair and collar connected around her neck glowing green before disappearing as well.

She was clipped bird .. caged and owned — was it any different then her life up there — she belonged to Adam, no one knew about the exorcists or what they did .

No one would be coming for her — she was nothing .

The depressing thought weighed heavily on her more so then the building itself .

She grunted as pieces of rubble were lifted and she held back small cry of pain as one of her smaller wings flapped feebly the muscle and feathers hanging limply — it would heal in time — but she wouldn’t be using it anytime soon.

She was bruised and scuffed up badly her weapon dented from the bricks .

With a bit of a struggle she got up slowly on her knees and then to her feet trying to keep her balance .

“I-I’ve had worse .. I’m still useful ..” as long as she was useful she was sure she could keep herself alive .

A Dangerous Thing - @succu-bitchh

Prequel:

Every Extermination had the same ending. The roads paved with blood and entrails, bodies strewn haphazardly around the Pride Ring, those that didn't head the Clocktower's bell paid the price with their afterlives by the hands of the Exorcist army from above. A cruel fate for an already damned soul.

For the Radio Demon, and any self-respecting Overlord, the exterminations were golden opportunities. Using the doomed chaos as an excuse to get rid of the lingering pests, to seize control of something he'd always wanted, or making deals with those too weak minded or terrified to know any better.

Having rid himself of one particular folly, Alastor hummed a tune, his coat splattered in sinner blood, as he all but pranced through the now unnervingly quiet streets. It would be some time before the cleaning crew would half ass their task of trying to rid of the carnage, but for now, Alastor revelled in the silence. He was feeling pretty swell.

As he continued his walk, however, his ears caught a sound he wasn't quite expecting. A mewling almost. Crying? He hesitated, but curiosity got the better of him. He ducked behind an alleyway, following the cries, his Shadow darting around him trying to hone in.

Debris from the Exorcist's attack was expected, the clean up crew not even bothering a majority of the time, but it seemed this particular building caved in on itself. More cries, as Alastor slipped into the already shaky foundation.

Further in, he saw the originator of the sounds. The collapse had trapped the poor Exorcist, crushing her, pinning her to the ground, surrounded by her own golden blood. Amused, Alastor strode up to her, unafraid, excited, he had never tasted angelic blood before.

He stood before her, tapping his microphone cane to the ground, wrapping his claws around the head. Alastor grinned down at her, his red eyes illuminating in the dim lighting. It was an intimidating sight, his coat already covered in blood, excess lightly splattered across his face.

"My, my, how unexpected. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

[succu-bitchh]

*Curious Vulture noises*

“I can attack these sinners right ???? “ please she needs new sinner bones.

[succu-bitchh]

“You know … I’m really glad I left Heaven .. less of a headache now that I live down here ..”

[succu-bitchh]

“Ughhh really … “ she never gets to spend anytime with her … special friend!

“Wonder if I can break into that white room.. don’t think anyone’s met me in that area yet..”

“I feel like causing problems today. Seeing how I can do what I want, imma allow Sinners I like to go to Heaven for an hour. It’ll be fine. Just bring me stuff.”

[succu-bitchh]

“Do I count ?… “

“I feel like causing problems today. Seeing how I can do what I want, imma allow Sinners I like to go to Heaven for an hour. It’ll be fine. Just bring me stuff.”

[succu-bitchh]

Now They're Back

For muses that vanished. Sometimes physically, sometimes metaphorical.

"I... I missed you."

"Why were you gone for so long?"

"What... what happened to you?"

"Where do you go, when this happens?"

"It's like you vanished. I was alone..."

"I'm so glad you're back."

"You don't know how empty it was without you."

"I felt totally alone."

"I wish you wouldn't disappear like that."

"I get scared when you're not here, you know?"

"Oh. You're back."

"When did you get back here?"

"You have to tell me when you're leaving, you can't just go!"

"I don't want you to vanish on me again."

"You aren't meant to just leave."

"We're meant to work on things together. I know you're stressed..."

"If you leave again, it's over."

"You have to stop checking out."

"I hate seeing you disappear like that..."

"You need to get help for this. Leaving... it isn't normal."

"You shouldn't be wanting to vanish all the time."

"I wish you would tell me when you're drifting away."

"I have to make sure you're okay. I can't do that if you're not here."

"Let me in. I can help. Please?"

"You're in there. I know you are."

"Let me - let me keep you grounded."

"I have to take your hand, and you have to focus on it."

"Don't leave me again. Don't - don't go."

"Hey. I'm here. You need to stay here with me."

"... will you come back?"