#⊰Emotional Support Knives⊱ Goodspiritradio

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Whispers, almost silent had begun amongst the piercing static; whispers that slowly grew louder and louder, their muttering unintelligible...but to her they rang loud and clear, tempting voices urging her onwards. Yet, she was not so far gone within her rage, to heed those cacophonous voices, so she ignored them and the almost uncontrollable urge to snap his neck and to simply be done with the matter.

No, she couldn't fault him for his curiosity; if she were in his shoes....or is it their shoes? The man held before her just kept piquing her interest more and more! Just what secrets was this puzzling being hiding?

It would be a shame to kill such a unique specimen after all.

Her rage, the humiliation she had felt up to this point had lessened, soon being overtaken by the intrigue...the insatiable curiosity. So she placed the man on the ground releasing his now bruised neck; the shadows seemed to of receded, however, if one were to look closely within casted shadows of the room...they would seem to flicker and move. The static was now at a dull thrum, no longer ear-shattering; the voices receding.

A sharp smile graced the doe’s lips as she observed the being before her, oh she could tell he was still human. Yet there was something far more interesting attached to him, using him as a catalyst to speak. It seemed to come out when his life was in any form of danger, a parasite protecting its host.

"You're not wrong to be curious, Alistair. In fact, I would do the same in your shoes!" Ade began idly eyes scanning the entity before her as if she didn't just have him dangling in the air, gasping for breath a mere few seconds before

"However, I believe a far more interesting question has been posed than anything that had just transpired, my dear fellow!" A bout of radioed laughter came from the tall demoness.

"I must say, what a curious being that is attached to you...a parasite if you will. How fascinating..." the demoness mused index finger resting on her cheek.

"It's quite powerful, dark...ancient even; no wonder you become so strong in death."

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The sunsets upon the land, it’s warm rays vanishing behind the horizon; bathing the world in cold unfeeling darkness. Townsfolk scatter to and fro within the cobbled streets rushing to get into the safety of their homes, lanterns flaring to life soft hues lighting the streets, the nights in this town were not meant for the living, lest you wished to fade into the grasp of those who stalk the night, in search for blood. Men, woman, and children alike lay huddled withing their beds, clutching their rosaries within a vicelike grip muttering ancient prayers under their breathes before they fall into a fitful state of rest, trying their hardest to ignore the screams echoing through the night, the scratches against their homes, the gentle rasping upon the door. Best to ignore it, even if the pounding is frantic and voices the begging for help, ignore it, they were doomed anyway. Why bring down their happy families in the futile attempt to save a lone soul? To fall to the demons that lurk just outside? To become a mindless blood-seeking slave, barred from the gates of heaven for all eternity? No, They would never risk their place in heaven to help the damned.

And so, the night drew on, the screams and sounds eventually fading as the sun peaked its rays over the horizon, signaling a new day, safety, and the increased number of missing persons within their little town and the villages surrounding it. People shuffle into the streets greeting one another jovially, bartering, trading, living the day to the fullest before the curse fell once again as soon as night falls. A soft humming left a richly dressed woman, silver hair done up in a tight bun, hidden beneath her sunhat, reddish-purple eyes surveying the town square, figure shaded by a lace parasol painted red lips twisting into an expectant grin. Look at them, those little ants skittering about, thinking that they’re safe from her horrors. 

Mortality, what a fragile and useless thing, humans were weak, it was laughable really; how easy it was to snap their pretty little necks, to suck them dry as they remained unaware enveloped within a state of bliss she puts them under, unable to fight back as the life fades from their eyes. They either come back, reborn as her children of the night, or they remain withered husks unable to stand the arduous and painful transformation that follows shortly after. She had an empire full of her beloved children yet only she could stand to be within the burning rays of the sun, she was far too old, and far too powerful for it to disintegrate her into ash. That’s how she liked it, it made scouting for victims that much easier, especially within a bustling crowd. The woman was pulled from her musings as she witness and unfamiliar face in the crowd, he was rather young perhaps his mid to late twenties possibly thirties. Oh ho, how exciting there was a new little lamb in town! Not many moved out here into the countryside, let alone to this small town, perhaps, things won’t be so boring anymore. She couldn’t wait to see it all unfold.

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"So what do you think?" 

Was the question that was asked, as slender fingers tied the silk ribbons around the waist before stepping away admiring her handy work. They had been at this game for awhile, Adelicia being stubborn in finding the right outfits for her fiance-- who had the misfortune of being turned into a female. It definitely didn't have to do with the fact that this quality and intimate time spent between them, was in a way making them closer. Showing Alistair the side of her world where dresses and fun fashions were prominent. She would admit she didn't have any friends of the same gender-- who weren't uppity snobs with too many bees up their crawl. So in a way this was kind of fulfilling something she didn't have, added to the fact that Alistair had an amazing figure as a woman, didn't quite help matters in the slightest.

She was guilty in the fact of sneaking a few glances where she probably shouldn't. But her fiance being in a female body, it had her-- questioning a few things. That doesn't mean she's been shying away either, handling her as intimately as she always had been. Male or female, Alistair was her one and only, her betrothed, her equal. Somewhere deep within herself was that urge of curiosity, of making love with a woman. Perhaps it was because it was her Alistair, since she had never had such a curiosity previously. A soft hum left parted lips as she ran a brush through curly brown locks. Adelicia placed a kiss on her head, a low murmur of a compliment escaped the dame.

"You look beautiful, Mon Cheri"

However, those thoughts were pushed aside for now. Presently there were more serious matters to attend to.  

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Silken skirts sway around the graceful figure as she walked down the streets of New Orleans, silky chestnut hair done in luxurious waves, crimson red eyes gleaming in the sunlight  as she approached her destination. So many preparations were needed for what was to come, she needed the best after all! Word of mouth travels faster than any form of paper propaganda one could find in the papers. Gazing at the ominous building made of grey weathered stone, the heavy wooden door looming over her with a sense of unease, a bit off putting, yet wasn't her bayou the same?. 

how quaint.

Yet just what she needed, as delicate fingers curl into a fist. Rasping the door four times, clear and pronounced, lowering her hand the dame in question stood waiting patiently for the door to open.

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The dame just deadpans at his blatant attempt at avoiding the question. Crossing her arms she settled her red gaze into his brown pools.

"You're avoiding the question, Alistair, are you doing other things to those corpses in your basement that isn't dismemberment? I mean you've been taking longer than usual to finish up"

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She rose a brow at what was going on

“I didn’t know you were into corpses. When were you going to tell me this love?”

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Just dooting the kazoo walking back to the hotel, hearing a faint kazooing in the distance, eyes following the sound find the previously dangling human at the top of the hotel sign. The question was, does she get them down? or leave them to fall? Red eyes lit up, now there was an idea, walking closer to the hotel a shadow slithers up the building and to where the mortal was hanging, without warning the shadow cuts away the cloth holding Alistair up, causing the poor man to freefall 14 stories before landing comfortably in the arms of the tall demoness.

“Well hello there, darling, didn’t take you for the type to fall over yourself.”

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@goodspiritradio​ Asks:  “UNF”

Send “UNF” to pin my muse against the wall with DESIRE

Adelicia was surprised, honestly, she didn't expect to be pinned to a wall by her fiance, hands being held above her head after their lovely weekly dinner in his home. He wasn't normally the type to be like this, she felt like prey being cornered by a hungry predator, red orbs peered into dark chocolate brown searching for something, the haze of desire deep within their depths. A low chuckle left the heiress, she leaned in close, lips just centimetres from his

"Tell me, mon amour, what brought on this little display?" Her voice lowered into a tempting velvet, she wanted to know what he would do.

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《I made this for my good friend @goodspiritradio MhiMhi I absolutely adore your Alistair, so here have a fanart of him lol

Love ya my dude

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@goodspiritradio​ Asks:  ⭐ [[ incomprehensible gross sobbing noises of happiness in your general direction ???????????? i suck at sending these but yknow....yknow... ]]

hjsffyfltrzseftyxylkckd come here you goober and +incomprehensibly grossly sobs with you+ 

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《○》 @goodspiritradio Asks: For some time, Alistair had been staring at Adelicia's ears with narrowed eyes. He watched as they seemed to twitch and flick to different angles, subtle movements irritating him from his peripherals. Eventually he reached out, taking hold of them both in an attempt to keep them still. They were...surprisingly soft. And seemed to settle when held. Almost like a cat's ears. On reflex, his fingers began to scratch at bit at them around their base. "Is there something wrong with these?"

The doe was getting more and more irritated as the itching just grew worse as the day went on. Additionally those fluffy appendages kept swerving trying so desperately to relive the itches. Her patience was wearing dangerously thin. And so caught up in her musings and gripes, the demon failed to notice the only human in the room, making his way over to her.

While she didn't jump, a small deer squeak left the disgruntled doe. As Ade felt slender pianist fingers gently grasp her ears, before they began to rub and scratch around the base of them.

Her eyes closed as those fluffy ears leaned into Alastair's touch, what sounded like a soft purring emminated from the demoness; it felt amazing as the itching faded with each touch. A soft gasp left her, ears being rather sensitive a soft mewl tore from her throat.

Crimson orbs shot open as soon as the sound left her and at the humans inquiry. Clearing her throat, ears still leaned into he others touch. Adelicia finally spoke

"A gray face has cursed my ears to be itchy and only" a pause as a strained mix between a hiss and a moan before she continued "ear scratches and head pats. Quite irritating if I may say."

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She rose a brow at what was going on

"I didn't know you were into corpses. When were you going to tell me this love?"

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Crimson orbs were wide, much like a deer caught in headlights as she was suddenly facing the smug human. A soft and very undignified deer eep as his hand roughly held her chin in place. Forcing her gaze unto his, and within any normal circumstances she would of pulled away, recollected some sense. Some form of dignity before brushing off this whole incident.

However, today wasn't that day, with this damned curse and the ministrations to her ears. She couldnt find herself the will to pull away; yet she still had some semblance of pride and mustering the will she still possessed, her wide gaze became one of a cool defiance as her smile became more confident. He would not win, that was for certain. She would not allow it.

"I said nothing, my good fellow you must be hearing things." She retorted calmly sounding so sure of herself

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This was having too many similar memories to a certain event that transpired weeks ago…that voice was bringing back many less than pleasant but enjoyable memories, she had to suppress a pleased shudder as his hands relented on their teasing, working their way up the sensitive appendages, eyes fluttering shut…

And without her say so a word was uttered so softly that one would have to strain to hear it escaped the softly panting doe.

“Yes, maître”

Crimson orbs shot open once again once she had registered consciously what she had just uttered. Shit

Oh. Now this was interesting. Something seemed to stretch his smile wider, twisting his ego into knots upon knots. Making it swell. “What did you call me?”

Not so carefully, the man turned Adelicia to face him, his brows raising in pure interest as he looked directly into her eyes. As if he were attempting to read something. To catch every fleeting change in expression. What’s worse, in an effort to keep her eyes on him, he brought a hand to her jaw and grabbed it to keep her in place. Likely harder than he intended to do so, but that word simply piqued his interest far too much.

They just had to be sure.

“Say that one more time.”

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This was having too many similar memories to a certain event that transpired weeks ago...that voice was bringing back many less than pleasant but enjoyable memories, she had to suppress a pleased shudder as his hands relented on their teasing, working their way up the sensitive appendages, eyes fluttering shut...

And without her say so a word was uttered so softly that one would have to strain to hear it escaped the softly panting doe.

"Yes, maître"

Crimson orbs shot open once again once she had registered consciously what she had just uttered. Shit

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His tone as he uttered those words caused Ade to stiffen, irritation gnawing at her insides. Truly they were the same beings, in the same irritating mannerisms. He knew exactly what he was doing to her

However she didn’t voice nor show she irritation, but a strangled hiss tore from he throat as he rubbed her ears

Ever

So

Gently

Before the doe knew it a needy deer noise tore from her throat, ears folding desperately trying to press harder against the others offending hands. A small flush appearing on grey skin as he continued his teasing ministrations.

The bastard.

“Please..scratch harder” Ade uttered much to her ever living shame, her pride was being trampled and ground into dust.

“That’s more like it. You see, you’re more like to get what you want when you practice proper manners. I’m a merciful man, but being so demanding only makes me want to torment you more.” This was surprising. He had expected some form of lash out, but here she was being so utterly obedient.

He assumed there had to be more to this and chalked it up to good timing. For the time being, he would have his fun, pressure of his fingers rising ever so slightly before moving rub against their upper parts a bit more teasingly. Wanting to see what sort of reaction he’d get.