#[ ask ] Ask Aamon

[outofthiisworld]

. ✦ ݁ ˖ @demonicdiligence " Holy shit -- That was amazing! " (Aamon to Ophelia)

[💜] “Aww!” Ophelia swished and swayed on her heels, suddenly ever so bashful from such a sweet compliment— but not bashful enough to not show off a little bit more. “Thank yooou!”

With a twirl of her finger, a few more sparks of spectacular starlight sparkle around the two, and it lit up the night akin to fireflies.

What a ham.

She then held her hands behind her back and tilted her head up at this stranger who had caught her. Oh, no ... there was a twinkle in her eye. (Only time could tell whether that was a good thing or a bad thing).

“I bet you can do amazing things, too. You should show me.”

[demonicdiligence]

((Do you think Aamon ever had trouble focusing on school considering that he, by that point, knew that there were literally entire universes out there just begging to be explored?))

Depends on how we define trouble...

It was always on the back of his mind, and every now and again he'd sneak out for the tiniest peek at a different universe.

However, he had a habit of opening and closing a TON of portals as a child and young teen which eventually lead to his Combat Mentor - Tamara's - soul being dragged into his underworld!

(Yup, Aamon only knows how to fight cause, as a kid, he left a portal open unattended and it pulled in someone's soul from a different reality! But that's a different story)

This caused him enough guilt to stop using his portals INCREDIBLY irresponsibly. So throughout his education, he was focused on learning more so that he could explore other dimensions the *right* way!

[thewollfgang]

If you have any, who is your OC that is the most fleshed out? Anything you care to share about them? What is a small detail about them that you rarely think about?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer within a certain amount of time or at all.*

In fanfiction, probably Aamon. His face claim in my head is James McAvoy, since him and Tom Ellis were pals. A Scottish hellhound brings me joy. Hmm a small detail...he's technically a part of a throuple. But it works for the Hounds, and their Den is stable so no one thinks a thing of it. :D

[hazbincalifornia]

Actually fizz w Aamon interaction would be interesting, especially since the more he’s thought about it, if before he worried he wouldn’t be able to have kids if his injuries could’ve been internal too. Fathering pippi is good news, but the thought of not being able to carry would still upset him and checking that would be something he has to do, but hospitals are scary.

Ozzie's friends with Aamon, so this likely happened! (I like to think Aamon was one of the only people 'in' on their relationship.) Aamon probably offered to help with Pippi if they needed it too, but Ozzie was probably able to handle that alright since it was inside of himself.

'Helping deal with fertility issues, including when it comes to hybridization making it rough' is pretty much Aamon's job and he's worked with a lot of different species under the table so he'd be able to offer some help both magical and general. If this is something they want to do and they're aware of the risks, he's more than happy to help them have another, and it's much easier to talk to a friend first over a strange doctor.

[clavicula-ovis]

     » » an anonymous being dares to ask; ❝ Aamon, seems like someone left a little care package for you! It’s full of cute self care items and a few small plushies. You take care of others, but remember to take care of yourself too! ❞

     Unprompted Ask || Always Accepting!

     ›› A package, for him? He did not recall ordering anything from Akuzon recently, nor would anything meant for the Pandᴂmotel show up there. He'd sneak a small peek inside to gauge if its contents were needing any form of investigation, and... Well, yes, they did — but not in public view, not with those contents. With a hurried step he whisked the box away to his private room away from prying gazes and carefully unpacked it all with eyes growing wide, sparkling almost with the heartfelt joy that washed over him. Someone had sent him... a care package. And not only that, they... acknowledged his efforts. A prior attendee? An old friend? He knew so many names and faces in the Devildom that it was impossible to tell, but...

     ›› Already he was lining up the little plushies with the countless others he collected, breaking into one of the snacks and setting a bath bomb aside for later in the night. Oh, whoever this mysterious benefactor was, he would do just about anything to repay them!

[babygirlhaljordan]

HIII OOMFFFF IM SORRY IVE BEEN GONE FOREVER IVE BEEN BUSY FJSJFJE😭 but that being said i saw this post and i knew i needed to put in a ship

https://www.tumblr.com/lesbianbootheng/756820864071335936/send-me-a-ship-and-ill-give-u-my-opinions

Hehe… what if I said Aamon/Kafka 🤭

template can be found here

tbh… i need a reminder of aamon’s lore but from what i remembered they were a bit of a freak for kafka & honestly? i respect that—i respect anyone that’s a freak for kafka bc who isn’t? she’s everything to me and i can relate to aamon in terms of that

if u want a more detailed explanation, pls tell me more about aamon’s lore. more (or less) boxes will be marked accordingly

[dxmoness]

Your husband has been having a severe case of the baby fever for a long time now. It started when he saw you taking care of your baby sister. The sight of you carrying the baby in your arms while you make her laugh made him desire to have one with you.

He's been planting small hints and clues that he is very much interested in having children with you. But you were still oblivious no matter how many hints he dropped. So he decided to take matters in his own hands.

“Um? Darling, we don't have a baby.” You say as you look over the things that you and your husband had bought during your shopping spree.

Your husband smiles mischievously. “But aren't they adorable?” He holds up a onesie for a baby for your inspection. Sure, it did look cute, but it was useless if you two did not have a baby to use it for.

You sigh, knowing he wants to hear you say yes. “I suppose it is...” You grace him with a small smile which makes him beam happily. “But my point still stands, we don't have a baby to use it on.”

He smirks as he puts down the baby clothes and walks to your side, leaning to kiss your cheek. “Not yet, we don't.” He purrs in your ear, his hot breath causes you to shudder involuntarily.

Your cheeks grow flush at the implication he is giving through his suggestive words. “What?” You decide it's best to play innocent first because you really didn't want to embarrass yourself if it was not what you think.

He chuckles as he tucks a loose strand of hair into the back of your ear. “You know what I mean, my love.” He gives you a dazzling smile. “I want to make one. Right now.” He pauses. “That is if you don't mind?” He asks softly, waiting for your response.

He seemed so desperate for it that you found it adorable. You nod in agreement. “Okay.” You respond softly, giving him your consent to continue as he pleases.

He did not waste anymore time as he immediately shoves you to the couch, his impatience showing evident in his quick movements. You yelp as you are immediately pinned down, his hand pinning both of yours above your head while his free hand starts dealing with his belt.

“Darling—” You gasp only for him to interrupt. “Hush.” He whispers, silencing you by pressing a lingering kiss on your soft lips as he finally managed to get the belt off. “Be quiet and let me take care of you.”

➷ ( characters ) — lante agriche , dion agriche , rezef hill , claude de alger obelia , anastacius de alger obelia , cesare de como , regis adri floyen , eiser grayan , eros vasilios , aamon paxley , jingyuan , kamisato ayato , izek van omerta , callisto regulus. ❀

➷ ( tags ) — @d10nsaint , @dreamlessnight @yourwholeworld @yumieis @im-in-love-with-fairytales , @synthe4u , @yoghurtsan , @luvyev. ( ask to be added to a specific taglist. ex: the first six people wanted to be tagged in dion agriche tagged fics hence their appearance. ) ❀

[season40]

Welcome to ALNST Season 40!

hello! i’m june, the admin of this account! my main blog is @junebluues. here’s some organizational tags i will be using on this blog:

#! round matchups -> for anything regarding the round brackets!

#round [number] -> this is going to be for easier searching, mostly

#! asks

#! reblog

#! announcements -> announcements can be made at any time! please send me an ask at any time if your oc will be escaping before their round so i can make a proper announcement at the time of your choosing. if there are any other things you’d like me to announce, you can send those over as well!

#! juneposting -> basically things related to me running this blog but not related to any of the rounds or announcements. think of this as me going ooc, in a way? i can't explain it til it happens 😭

(this is subject to change as the season goes on)

i'm not alone in running s40, by the way! i'm only running the blog. so far, zen ( @zerostyrant ) and plip ( @pwippy ) have both offered their help!

here is the masterdoc for all the characters (s39 to some of 41):

participating S40 ocs:

innamorati / @alien-til-i-stage

toki / @eventseraphim ( @zerostyrant )

clove / ^

yumi / @imperfectnothing ( @rockwgooglyeyes )

asuka / ^

dante / ^^

sebastian / @sotogalmo

eeta / ^

naz / @lookatmysillies ( @bluemoonscape )

yael / ^

monica / @nottoonedin

isla / ^

yvonne / @thorny-chaparral ( @aakaneeee )

eliana / ^

atlas / ^^

aamon / ^^^

zero / @myworld-collapsing ( @apriciticreveries )

asahi / ^

ciaran / @starry-skiez

yuna / ^

eri / ^^

casimir / ^^^

jiu / @severedscales

kioku / ^

numa / my oc!

xael / ^

sirius / ^^

brandon / @neverforgetyou ( @tsukacchako )

willow / ^

mentha / @rosedeleca

ambrosia / ^

mill / @waterydream ( @amuseables )

wren / @ivanttakethis

juliet / @yunoftheclouds

gaia / @subzeromoron

leto / @paradisedisconcert

can / ^

clementine / @chevalperd

maya / @cloverandstuff

ava / @tinypaperstar

if anyone needs me to update this list, please tell me!

other:

please try and send me round songs in advance! if not, i completely understand!

hello,, creators of the s40 announcers... would you like me to use them in announcements in the season? i'm rather confused of their roles in this all, please tell me what you'd like me to do with them.

if there is any lore you need me to know in advance, please don't be afraid to tell me!

don't be afraid to spam notifs on here. the season can get hectic, and i don't mind waking up to people freaking out over rounds

i will sometimes need breaks, please understand! i'll let everyone know when i'll be taking a leave. i think i'll still implement the 1 week breaks between rows. we will still be taking 1 day breaks in between rounds like season 39.

be patient with me! i might sometimes release rounds late. i'm sorry if that happens!

please send me your oc's icons, or any art you'd like to use as their round profile! it would be very helpful!

zen is doing the season bracket, not me! please thank zem for zeir hard work <3 more information on this is in this post!

please enjoy season 40! i'm going to try and see when this should start after s39, and i really want to give everyone enough time to get stuff done. thank you!

(this post may update in the future.)

[kikiwooo]

🎄 | Christmas with them | 🎄

special thanks to @i-love-fredrinn-vance for giving me the idea♥️

Part 2 here.

| reblogs and comments are very much appreciated |

Fredrinn.

Every special event was fun with him, because he always has something to amuse you and never let the moment go boring for the two of you. Be it presents, seeing different places and eating all kinds of food, plus having him by your side as your personal furnace and wallet.

The weather wasn't that cold but Fredrinn insisted that you should take his huge ass warm jacket. The two of you nearly did everything, building snowman, making snow angels even play snowball.

"I got you I got you."

Fredrinn chuckled as he lifted you up by your armpits, through this act of kindness, his eyes glinted with mischief. Smirking slightly and thanks that you can't see the growing smirk on his face, his eyes went between you and that big snow pile in front of him, taking ever slow steps towards to it.

Before you can even realise what's he's going to do you, you were thrown into the snow pile, a deep snow pile that is. But, who would have thought it was that deep when everything was silent for some seconds after he had thrown you into it.

Fredrinn blinked twice before taking steps towards to the snow pile and bending slightly to look over it.

"oops.."

Natan.

Time seemed to be the main problem when you were with Natan. He was always, always busy everyday, every second. Due to him often being in the Future or Past, going back and through, of course he would miss the special events, even confuse the days, months and years.

Natan's lips curved into a small smile after seeing you put hot chocolate on the table, his eyes moving up to meets yours.

"Thank you darling."

His fingers slowly yet gently grabbing the cup and raising it over to his lips and taking a sip, his eyes wandered to window, seeing that it's snowing. He raised his brow in slight confusion, putting the cup down onto the table and turning his head to you only to see you looking out to window smiling.

"It's..snowing?"

It was your turn to raise your brow in confusion.

"Yes it is, it's Christmas remember?"

Natan took a step back in his mind, actually, taking two steps back. His mind, full of questions.

With a nervous smile and a sweat drop, he asked whispering.

"I- ...I thought we were in...march..?"

Aamon.

Never a special event was skipped in the Paxley Household, every one of it was celebrated with great care and attention. Aamon was never late to celebrate it with you, always being on the time, earl if possible, with so much presents with him. Today though, seemed to be different.

Normally, Paxley Household would hire a big place to celebrate the special events, therefore you stayed in the Paxley mansion to wait for Aamon. Despite your waiting for your beloved to return, he wouldn't come till it's midnight, I should congratulate you for your patience.

Aamon grunted slightly as he slowly cracked his neck, he was tired after running back and forth, Cici was hard to look after. Always getting on trouble and getting on the nerves of the guards. He walked through the cold and snowy streets, his breath came out as a steam, he shook his head and continued to walk.

In the Paxley Mansion, you had already moved to both of yours shared room. The clock nearly showing midnight, waiting for him really did tired you out, so moving to warm bed really did seemed like a nice option..

Aamon finally managed to reach, even if he's late he came to you, only to find you asleep in the huge bed. He chucked breathlessly, finally taking the present off behind him that he got from Cici's performance, something that he's sure you'd like.

He didn't had the heart to wake you up, instead, choosing to slide next to you in the bed. Slightly sighing pleasantly at how much you warmed the bed bu yourself, he slowly yet gently, sneaked his arm around you and pulled you into his chest.

"Do forgive me...I couldn't came to you on time.."

[demonicdiligence]

On one hand, Aamon was tempted to pull out his notebook and start jotting down a note - namely that education cost money in this universe - but he hardly wanted to let it be known that he wasn't of this realm just yet.

For now, Aamon was mostly just coasting by because nobody had asked what his deal was - as a crimson-skinned, pointy-ears, tail-haver - so he wasn't going to reveal he was a Stygian demon unless asked.

But, ah, yes, the good doctor's response!

"I've heard surgical training is a bit of hell. You gotta be prepared in case someone needs a two-minute, routine procedure, or a twenty-three hour marathon. Better overprepared than underprepared, there. I can think of few other academic pursuits that'd be more physically demanding..."

Once the question was turned back around, Aamon answered succinctly and with a smile.

"Double major in sociology and anthropology. From there, I chose sociology for my PhD since I felt it more closely aligned with what I wanted to research. Truth be told - sociology and anthropology are about seventy-percent the same thing... but I won't deny that learning anthropological techniques helped me a ton in my sociological research as well."

Only for him to, on instinct, say something that might crush Doc.

"...Though if you don't mind my asking, you had to pay for your education?"

✦˖° @demonicdiligence sent in: "So, ah, 'Doc' - what exact doctorates do you have?" Aamon being a Demon with a double degree - including one master's - he can't help but be a tad bit curious to what Doc's degree situation is.

[🧪] What a curious lad! Well … he hadn’t toiled all those years (and money) away to NOT talk about them, huh?

“Well, of course I have an MD— a medical degree, can’t do much good in healthcare without that. Got that one first.” Doc’s chest swelled up in pride for the next prize winner of his academic career: “I also have a PhD in biomedical sciences!”

…

The oldster’s chest then deflated a bit … none of it was much proper use NOW, considering he was by all means technically and legally dead. As always, he left out that little detail.

“I’ve had other trainings and academic pursuits, of course. I stand by that the preliminary surgical training was more intense than anything I’ve done— but that paper doesn’t weigh as much as the rest of them, yeah?” Doc chuckled.

Okay, okay. Enough about him now (before his answers start making more questions).

“How about you, lad? What’d you flush your money down the drain for?”

[demonicdiligence]

Aamon! What’s you’re most favorite thing to research while visiting other worlds and realms? The culture, food, maybe the wildlife or perhaps something else entirely? 👀

"I mean, that's always the hard part! Culture is so widely varied, that I have a different favorite for almost every different culture! For example, some species have distinct, intriguing languages - while others have culinary feats that gives even the Dutch a run for their money!"

After much humming, hawing, and thought (which is to say, roughly ten seconds worth), Aamon maw opens as he speaks, revealing a toothy smile.

"But if I had to choose one, singular favorite? It's Holidays! It's kind of like everything about a culture all wrapped up into one - food, customs, language, history, fashion, and so on!"

[goszixx]

Unexpected

Notes: totally didn’t make this two weeks ago-

Warning: reader is a meanie :(, slight crying, overstimulated, no protection, semi public (a common theme in my smut’s apparently)

What a loser. The way his cock sloppily slammed into you, the wet sounds echoing throughout the classroom that he was suppose to be tutoring you in. Not that you need it. You simply asked him as a dare, knowing how it should plan out. A dare to have sex with the cockiest and most uptight kid in the grade. Sometimes you wonder how such a priss is vice president of the student council. With how big the stick is up his ass you wondered how he could focous in anything else.

His pace grew, his thrusts not stopping, jamming into your tight hole as his fingers clenched your legs. They pulled at the fat of your thigh, your eyes narrowing on the vice’s tilted back head and exposed neck. It would have been better if you got to fuck his brother, the president, instead. Aamon was hotter, smarter and all around better person. It drove Gusion mad whenever someone could compare the two. The thought of moaning his brother’s name instead, just to fuck with him, has crossed your mind.

“God I’m fucking yo-u dumb.” Gusion huffed as sweat clung to his bangs. His shirt was off, exposing his slightly tanned skin and lean figure.

“Like hell you are.” You mumbled under your breath after giving a fake nod. Sure the action of sex turned you on but seeing Gusion try to act dominate didn’t. Though what else could you expect from the lesser brother. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m going to cum!”

Semen surged into Gusion’s condom, his head spinning as wet pants left his abused lips. His head fell, brunette locks going everywhere. You rose a brow when he stopped thrusting, noticing how his body seemed tense afterwards. Usually having sex with you has the opposite reaction. However, when you saw a single tear drip down his chin you couldn’t help the scoff that came from you.

Gusion froze, biting his lip. He quickly wiped the tear from his eye and tried not to stammer over his words. “I-I better get going.” He rushed before beginning to pull out. Curiousity got the better of you. You clenched around him, watching as the cutest and dirtiest moan came from his lips. His upper body fell on yours, your legs wrapping around his fitted waist while his face burried in your cupped breasts. You didn’t bother taking your bra off since he seemed to get off just fine.

With your legs, you pulled him closer. He whined in your boobs, hands gripping tightly on your hips. “Is little old Gusion sensitive. Don’t tell me you’re a sub, makes sense why you can’t fuck for shit.” You smirked. It was unexpected, but you could feel the vice president grow inside of you, twitching. You would be lying if you said it didn’t intrigue you.

He picked up his head, chin still resting on your chest, “I’m n-ot submissive you dumb slut.” He bit back with a hiss. Though it’s hard to take anything he says seriously with red dusting his cheeks, the blush blazing to his ears.

The slut comment was fair, he was fucking you in a classroom with you on top of a desk mostly naked. But, that doesn’t mean you’ll let it slide, “Calling me a slut when you can’t even make me cum? For the vice president you sure are stupid to think a person with straight A’s suddenly needs tutoring.”

Gusion choked back a moan as his cock ached in your hole. “I-I-”

“You what Gu Gu?” You teased, your hands cupping his face to bring him closer. His eyes were glossy as tears filled them. “I never d-i-d be-fore!” He argued, though it was more of a cry. His cheeks were hot in your hands, burning and ablaze from the humiliation that seeped through his body.

“I’d hope so, no girl should have to go through that.” You scoffed with amusement. His hips jerked slightly as his eyes rolled back, “fu-ck I can’t do more.” He whimpered, cried, and pleaded for you to have mercy on him. He was a virgin, it’s not shocking how sensitive he was, especially since now he’s more turned on then ever.

A little laugh left your lips, “You say that but your cock is aching inside me Gusion.” Pulling him closer to you, you whispered into his ear, “Do you feel dirty, vice? How about you take off that condom, I’m on the pill anyways. Do you want to know how to pleasure women?” Your tongue traced the shell of his ear, feeling him shudder underneath.

Another whine left his red lips as you nibbled on the skin, a hand going up to pull his hair roughly. “You-u dum-ngh!” His voice shattered in a moan the harder you bit on his ear. You sucked the resistance out of him, making him melt on you. You could feel the sweat of his chest on your stomach as his lips quivered around the flesh on your mounds. For a moment you said nothing, hearing him pant as his cock drifted out of your pussy.

He shuffled, moving his hand down to pull off the condom and toss it somewhere on the floor. A tingling sensation filled your chest from the vibration that came from Gusion. He was speaking but seemed to be too embarrassed. You sighed, “What was that Gu Gu, speak up.”

Painstakingly, the Vice picked up his head. His eyes glowed in lust while his cheeks where illuminated in embarrassment. “Teach me…” He mumbled. For someone so cocky he sure seemed to be a puppy. Funny how that attitude melted away as soon as he got a taste of you.

He swallowed thickly from your stare. He knew that wasn’t enough, he knew you wanted to humiliate him more. “Teach m-e how to f-fuck you.” The Vice stated in a too demanding tone. Your finger traced the lump of his Adam’s apple, watching it bob before he spoke again. “Please.”

Your lips tugged into a smirk as you patted his head, his bangs sticking to his forehead from sweat. “Don’t cum until I say so ok?” Gusion gave a weak nod before picking his body up. You sucked in his sloppy cock with ease as he stammered over his words. Its as if his body ached for you, his tongue seeming too big for his own mouth as he leaned over you and babbled nonsense. His body weight shifted to one of his hands while the other held your hips, pushing them down. His nails dug into you but it didn’t cause pain, he bit his lip as he tried his hardest not to hurt you. “Fu-ck you feel really good~” His pleasure was on a whole other level as you pooled around him.

All of it turned you on. The sight of him flustered and drooling. The smell of arousal radiating from a man who has been secretly pining over you for years. That’s why he picks on you, pokes fun at you, not that it ever worked. So when he got the chance to tutor you he couldn’t pass it up no matter how strange it seemed. The classroom echoed with his moans, only making more embarrassment leak out from his drooling cock. You moved one of your hands to take out your breasts, the other grabbing onto Gusion’s. He flinched at the touch but settled down. His eyes went wide at your perky nipples, they were erected and pretty.

Curiousity got the better of the man as he slid his thumb across the bud. Pride swelled up in him when a small sigh left your lips. He continued that pace, watching you twist and turn from the small stimulation. “Move.” You uttered, one of your hands coming up to scratch his back.

Gusion obeyed with a buzzed expression, a small goofy smile being held on his lips. He tried thrusting but could only make it half way before whining. You clicked your tongue, “How pathetic, I said move didn’t I?”

“I- shit you idiot I ca-n’t!” He groaned. “You’re sucking me too mu-ngh~” The vice’s sentence was cut off by you slamming your lips into his. He cried on your lips as you pressed down on his cock, forcing him to take the rest of you. He whimpered as your tongue invaded his mouth, yet his hips started gaining ryhthem. The wet noises of your pussy flooded his flushed ears as your tongue traced the roof of his mouth. You devoured him, dominated him in his own mouth and man it turned him own. Your wetness dropped onto his thighs as he slammed his cock inside you.

Loving the noises your cunt made only made him go crazier. His hand found your breast again. Pinching and pulling at your nipple as a way to take revenge on you, hearing you moan in his mouth as his eyes roll back. Your hips met his, both of you determine to fuck the shit out of each other. Nails dug into his back, scratching his pretty skin enough that he knew marks would form later. He released your lips and pressed his chest against yours.

Both Gusion’s hands returned to your thighs, pinching at the fat on your legs and lightly slapping your ass to test the waters. He’d rub them after smoothly, never wanting to hurt you. “God, look who likes taking my cock now.” He whispered in the shell of your ear as you gripped him tighter. You grit your teeth, “D-don’t get cocky.”

A light laugh game from Gusion before his teeth grazed your ear. He pulled lightly at the lobe, planting a kiss on the shell before biting on it. He sucked it roughly, no doubt creating a hickey. “Fuck-k Gusion~ keep doing that I’m close~”

“Finall-y y/n. Now cum on my cock for me.” He groaned, moving one of his hands back up to pull at your abused nipples. His balls smacked against the curve of your ass. Everything feeling wet and dirty from how much you were leaking all over him. A choked whimper came from Gusion when he felt you clench around him so tight he was sure it was impossible to move. Your back arched as cum surged into you, leaving it oozing out of you once he pulled out.

Deep breaths left your lips from your release. Your boobs bouncing with your chest, your mouth open and ear ear bruised. Gusion bent down in front of the desk, not caring about the mess you both made on the floor. A hiched breath left you as the vice spread your lower lips open with his fingers. “W-What are you doing?” You hissed but didn’t move.

Lustful eyes peered from brunette locks. Gusion’s tongue rolled out almost as if he were in a trance. Drool peeked from his lips in hunger from the sight. How he destroyed your insides and pumped you full. Now all your mixed arousal was leaking out of your pretty cunt. “Let me clean you up. I’m still hungry.”

[hazbincalifornia]

Aamon what’s worse, egg laying or childbirth

It depends! If giving birth to litters, both are about the same with live birth perhaps edging it out just a tad, but for singlets, live birth is often more difficult. It does really come down to the size of the fetus or the egg, though.

[clavicula-ovis]

     » » @deprcvities dares to ask; ❝ 💘 🎻 💍- Aamon ❞

     From Curious Minds Inquiring

   » What and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them? — Typically, Aamon would give you the answer of "no one," not because none exist, but because outwardly he cannot play favourites. In private to trusted individuals? He'll say Lottie. Lottie has been a source of comfort and aid for so long, Aamon believes he'd be at a loss without the other.

   » Does your oc play any instruments? What is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)? — Aamon is rather talented with cellos, and fairly decent with flutes. Both are ones he plays in private, but the melancholic sound of the cello at night can sometimes be heard echoing through Pandᴂmonim Mansion's halls.

   » Does your oc have any piercings? Do they want any (more) piercings? — He does have a tongue piercing he puts in when he's in private, but otherwise doesn't have any due to the nature of his work and how easy it'd be for demons to yank them out.

[chevrryz]

𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮

aamon paxley x fem!reader

“ do you know that i miss you everyday   ”  

“Aamon~!” a woman in a beautiful pastel yellow off-shoulder gown sprinted through the halls of Castle Aberleen. “Lady (Y/n), please slow down!” the woman’s personal maid struggled to keep up with her lady. “Aamon!” (Y/n) yelled excitedly when she saw a tall figure with unmistakable silver hair. Aamon halted his conversation with his secretary to turned his face to (Y/n) when he heard his name being called. (Y/n) stopped midway admiring her fiancé, even after years of being engaged she couldn’t get enough of her fiancé’s alluring demeanor. His usual silver hair shone even brightly with the sunlight shining on his hair through the windows of Castle Aberleen. Noticing how his fiancé had stopped midway he dismissed his secretary and made his way towards her. “Love, why have you halted your steps midway.” Aamon asked his lady who was still in a dazed.

“Oh, Aamon just admiring your beauty.” (Y/n) replied with the brightest smile. Aamon just hummed he was used to her blunt compliments through out the years they had spent their times together. “My love, why have you decide to visit the Castle Aberleen today?” Aamon absentmindedly asked as he played with the tips of (Y/n)’s hair. “I just miss you so I decided to pay you a visit.” (Y/n) replied with her usual bright smile. ”You miss me everyday.” Aamon smiled lovingly at her. He placed his unoccupied hand around (Y/n)’s waist and brought her body closer to his with his other hand on her hair he gently placed a kiss on her hair. His lips barely leaving her hair as he raised his eyes directly looking into hers as he whispered “Shall we leave to a place with more privacy to us, my lady?” (Y/n) blushed heavily at his sudden gestured and couldn’t only nod her head. 

A knock on the door interrupts (Y/n)’s reminisce of her memories with Aamon. The door slowly creaks open Gusion peeks his head through the gap of the door, his eyes seem to be searching for someone until it landed onto (Y/n)’s slumped figure with her head down on the former Head of House Paxley’s desk. Aamon’s cloak draped around her shoulders. Gusion eyes sadly gazes at the maiden, “(Y/n)...it’s starting.” Gusion informed the woman. (Y/n) sluggishly raises herself from her position. She was currently dressed in a formal black dress and her eyes were red from crying. “I see, let’s be on our way then.” (Y/n) mustered up the courage to attend the funeral. The funeral of her beloved. 

The high priest has personally came to deliver a speech at the funeral held at Castle Aberleen. Everyone was crestfallen to hear the news of Aamon Paxley who had fallen in battle against the Abyss. (Y/n) was the most devastated at the news of her fiancé’s death, they were gonna have a life together but now it was all but a dream to (Y/n).  As the high priest started his speech (Y/n) could hardly focus onto the words as she dazedly stare at the casket in front of her. 

The funeral had finally came to an end, the guests had left long ago. All that was left was just (Y/n) who laid right next to the casket which Aamon was laid to rest in. “My dear, do you know I miss you everyday? But today it feels like everything I do is just here to remind me, I am living without you.” (Y/n) whispers, her voice cracking a little with tears rolling down her cheeks. 

“I miss you. I love you.”

My mlbb debut fic and my coming back from hiatus break <3 I feel like the quality of my writing has deteriorated so please bear with me as i try to improve myself again also the fic is kinda short i swear i will write a longer one -love cherry

[demonicdiligence]

"...Your insistence on trying to steal my food when you know I've killed a godlike being or two is admirable. Have you ever thought about asking, instead? I'd gladly make you extras, then."

Aamon may have acquiesced to some of Airin's more outlandish requests in the past, but biting was going to lead the animal into a hard wall.

"I worked too hard making this cheese steak to give it up for no reason."

" If ya' didn't want to get bit then you shouldn't have had your hands on your sandwich! "

Airin made a go at snatching Aamon's food. It was a feeble attempt though. Just enough to get a chunk out of it, but he wants the whole thing.

He sits and huffs at the demon… and paws at his leg. Yeah sure buddy, he's definitely going to give you it now. // @demonicdiligence