#are th angel fangs

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lowk tho kinda bummd abt th calico hair trend

[star-suh]

Make You Mine

Lee Donghyuck x Male Reader

cw: sub top haechan, power bottom reader, mentions of blood, sacrifice, marking, bareback, multiple rounds, nipple play, breeding, spit swallowing, slapping, rough sex, feminization, hair pulling, spanking,

an: inspired by madison beer's make you mine mv and the movie jennifer's body.

yn has always been the outcast at the university, the mean boys of his class always bullied him, throwing away his things in the trash or even to the point of physical violence. in that group of bullies is haechan, yn’s crush, but he doesn’t do anything to stop his friends for harming him. he’s that typical angel like face boy who claims he’s a good one but it’s just a farce, a mask he puts on when others are around. “i love you but i hate you” yn regrets every night recalling the memories of his crush. one night while walking towards his house from the convenience store yn is abducted by some guys that put a clothe with some liquid on his mouth. he tried to scream for help but not a single sound came from his mouth, they then put him inside a black van.

he then wakes up tied to a tree surrounded by candles and a big pentagram, “what the hell” he says while feeling dizzy, “what’s happening?”. “oh hey he is awake” one of the guys tell to the others and that’s when yn realizes that the guys that kidnapped him were his bullies and in between them is haechan, “are you scared, little lamb?” one of them asks. “w-what?..” yn starts to get desperate, the tight ropes burning on his skin, “let me go.. this .. this isn’t f-funny” he starts to panic and yell for help. “shush” one of them put his index finger on yn’s mouth, “we need you come on, don’t let us down”, “need me for what?”goosebumps take over his body, the fear intensified when one of them pulls out a dagger, “you see we want money, cars, the chicks but none of that would come to us if we keep being like this, studying doesn’t take you nowhere” he points the dagger towards yn “unless you have someone that can move his influences for you to get something so.. we choose the easy way” he licks the dagger and immediately afterwards he stabs yn “a deal with the devil, we just needed a virgin so you were the perfect choice” he pulls out the object and as if it was a fountain blood splashed everywhere, some of it even falling on haechan’s shoes. each one took turns to stab yn, he was trying to tell them something but he couldn’t, the pain was unbearable. they basically showered in his blood but not forgetting to place 5 cups full of his blood on each point of the pentagram. once again, as always yn felt disappointed in haechan as he died slowly, he was just there watching how his friends were having the time of his life killing an innocent…

next day in class the gang of bullies were acting as if nothing happened but haechan was the only one feeling preoccupied, the guilt was eating him. the door opens and what they saw made their skin crawl in fear, it was yn but not the same shy outcast yn, he was.. hot?. his hair was styled differently leaving his forehead uncovered, his clothes weren’t baggy anymore they were tight, leaving nothing to the imagination, it also showed them he was hiding a big ass down there, “that’s a big cake” one of the bullies murmured despite feeling fear. yn saw them and smiled at them, leaving them with their mouths open.

wanting to know what happened to him, who was supposed to be bug’s food by now, the gang of bullies decided to have a one night stand with him and get as many answers as possible out of him. something yn has already thought about so it made it easier for him to plot a revenge against them.

the next few weeks each one of the bullies disappeared ’’’’mysteriously’’’’, their bodies were found near the forest or in old abandoned houses. the first and only theory by now is that they were attacked by some wild animal due to their ripped bodies by what it seems are claws and razor sharp fangs, so all the town decided to hunt these so called monster, not knowing the real one was among them. haechan suspected from yn because the only ones dying were the ones who took part in that ritual, and he was the next and last one of the gang. he avoided yn all he could, he even sleeps with a gun next to his bed now, how did he got it? no one cares. one day he decided to follow yn after classes to try to confirm his suspicions. yn was moving further and further away from the city and into the abandoned houses where one of his friends was found. haechan enters the same house yn entered and carefully to not make any sound he pulls the gun out and points it at anything that made a sound. his hands were shaking, fear taking over his body, ��hey haechan” yn abruptly greeted him, making him shoot at him, “be careful with that, stupid” yn said with some anger in his tone.

“i know you’re the one behind that killing spree” he blurted out, “you’re supposed to be dead” he yells at yn “what are you?”.

“i’m yn silly. well… a better version of him actually” the calmness of his voice sending shivers down haechan’s spine “thanks to those bastards you used to call friends” he laughs “they did something good in their life at least” he walks towards haechan, “stop or i’ll shoot” he says desperately. yn storms towards haechan putting the cold metal of the gun right at his chest “i dare you to do it, but would you be able to?” his iris turning white and his pupil into a slit like when a feline is chasing a prey “thought so” haechan can feel the disappointment in his voice “you’re just a pussy haechannie” he takes a deep breath and yells “you’ve never been able to do something on your own” slapping haechan’s hand making him throw the gun away. haechan falls to the floor and crawls away from yn “what the fuck are you?” he asks once again, yn crouches down and starts to walk sensually in all fours, chasing haechan “you’re stupid ass friends offered me in sacrifice thinking i was a virgin but i wasn’t” haechan’s back hits against a wall and yn corners him, his face now on the side of haechan’s “you shouldn’t assume other’s sexual life, channie” he whispers.

haechan felt mesmerized, was he wrong for liking this side of yn?, maybe this is his punishment for not doing anything to stop his friends bullying yn. he was ready to be ripped into pieces to death but instead he felt kisses?, yn’s lips latched against his neck already leaving hickeys on it. “w-what” he moaned, “all this foreplay made me so horny haechannie” yn admits putting his hand on haechan’s growing bulge, “it wasn’t a foreplay dumb bitch i was trying to kill you” yn talks back. “seeing you trying to act all manly fuckkkk… my ass is itching for you and your friend here looks like he wants it too” he grabs the bulge hard drawing a loud moan out of the other’s mouth…

“you’re being such a good boy channie” yn spoke while riding haechan’s rock hard cock, “hmm?” haechan asks, his face buried in between yn’s chest sucking his nipples, “yeah” yn reassures. haechan also grabs yn’s dick and put it against his toned abs so he can rub it there while he rides, “those abs are making my dick feel so good channie, i wanna paint them in white”, “please” he begs already falling into submission.

“be a fucking man and pound me hard” yn demands slapping haechan’s cheek, haechan’s pace grow faster and faster, his dick reaching parts no one has ever reached before “yes yes right there! fuhh..” he lets out all the air, feeling haechan brushing his prostate. “fuck i’m gonna cum” haechan cries, emptying his load inside yn, after he rode his high he tries to pull out but yn clenches his hole hard with a superhuman strength, not letting the other’s dick to go away “we’re not done here” he licks his lips “demon pussy isn’t satisfied by just one load”.

yn rides once again haechan while spitting inside his mouth and haechan swallows it with no complaints, he was so ass drunk that the only thing that crosses his mind is to satisfy yn’s needs. “uff, yeahh… i’m gonna milk you dry channie” yn plays with his nipples and then with haechan’s, “give me your next load” he sits hard and faster and on top of that he grips again with that superhuman strength he apparently possess now overwhelming haechan in the process who couldn’t take it anymore and just lets out his sperm inside him once again. the next hours yn kept milking him until not even pre-cum came out of him, some times haechan tries to take control by pulling yn’s hair or spanking him until his ass is bright red but somehow yn always manages to take back the control and made him writhe and cry in pleasure. their hair sticking on their foreheads due to the sweat, the beads of it rolling down their bodies, especially on haechan’s abs they’re so perfect that yn could pass a whole day licking them non-stop. for the last load haechan fucked yn in a roast chicken position so he can have an easy access to his cum-filled hole. his thrusts churned the sperm inside and also caused some delicious gushy wet sounds, “yeahh keep filling this pussy up, use your own cum as lube” he pouts. after some final nasty words the last load from haechan’s balls were deposited on yn’s cumdump hole and after a kiss haechan falls tired on top of yn’s body.

haechan’s life has been spared by yn but in return he has to find new victims or at least a way to suppress yn’s hunger for human flesh and also let him use him as his human dildo, something that he didn’t mind because the sex was good and his dick feels amazing inside yn’s warm demon pussy.

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𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙏𝙊𝘽𝙀𝙍 | vampire!Suguru Getou

bondage, overstimulation, gags, toys, teasing, biting + bloodsucking in the vampire sense ⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆ 2nd person, afab, nongendered ⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆ 2.5k wc ⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆ ao3 ⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆ spotify Everything expressed is intended to be a consensual arrangement; mind the tags.

“No, look at me. I enjoy it more like that.” Suguru reaches to his mouth and tugs up his lip. He slicks a long fang with his tongue. Your breath chokes, throat open for his bared teeth hovering just over you.

Suguru Getou left with the intention of finding you just in this same position when he returned. He’s had you tied naked and squirming on the bed for what feels like hours, elbows achingly bent upwards in angelic supplication to the heavens. Your hand curls towards the bedpost just out of reach. The gag over your mouth is chapping your lips, but – worse than the stretch at your bones and dryness of your mouth – most uncomfortable, and most delicious, is the toy stuffed in you. Stuffed; thick enough to make you throb. Suguru left your ankles unrestrained, and you thought it first a kindness until you realized the ability to shift your hips and twist your thighs only teased the rigidness against your walls without any comfort of release. It’s never consistent, how long he stays out skulking the night.

You whine, burning.

Dawn is coming.

But Suguru returns in moonlight, a hand cool at your temple before you realize the stealth of his steps have made their way across the bedchamber. And then you wonder how long he’s been there.

He leans over you, his eyes dying stars, and your eyebrows knit.

“Su-” you say, his name slurring muffled on your tongue. You twist your hips.

Suguru’s lip curves gently upward. His gaze is fixed on your neck.

“Sorry,” he says. The word croons. He sounds as if he could be genuine. “I’ve kept you waiting.”

It’s…okay… you want to say, but your mouth can’t make the words clear. You bite at the cloth and he smiles again with those glittering eyes. He gracefully slides onto the bed alongside you. The toy shifts just slightly with the weight and you arch your back to do something with the movement. It isn’t enough.

“Poor thing. Did you think I’d leave you here all night?” Suguru strokes your forehead again and you shake your head feverishly.

No, no, you would have said.

You can smell the night on him, the different tobaccos of smoking neighbors lingering even after he must have shrugged off an overcoat. Earthy, as if an early autumn rain was frosting the streets and alleyways. His thumb is cold as it skates down, over the binding at your jaw, and tenses on your throat. Your shoulder jerks in automatic reflex before you remember the impossibility of reaching to him.

Your heart is galloping. He must feel it.

He reserves himself.

“Have you been waiting patiently for me?” Suguru asks, and he reaches further. A veil of black hair falls between your gaze, but you shriek with a stifled gasp when his fingers close at your thigh to tug the toy from you. The coldness is shocking. Your slickness rushes to the sheets, or at least that’s how the heat feels. You shiver against his bloodless skin.

“Oh, you have.”

You make a sound low in your throat, something between a cry and a groan. His fingers smear your slick down and it lets him in with ease. Your stomach is coiled tight, that half-alive pressure stirring. A spark comes to feed that friction when he curls inside so easily, into skin that almost feels numb. He plays idly with you. A singing hum sounds from his lips. You suck in, cloth leaking heavy onto your tongue.

“Would you let me have a taste?” Suguru asks. His fingers push through your swollen folds and you groan again. He turns his head and his eyes are sharp, his smile wide.

You nod.

Suguru lifts his fingers and spins them, showing you how slickness webs and dances. “Hmm.” He slides them between his lips and closes his eyes. “Mm.”

He leans forward and kisses you on the mouth, nothing hard enough to pass through the cloth.

“Please,” is what you try to say.

Suguru grins. His eyes, dead and gleaming, lock on you as his elbow moves down. His fingers dance lightly atop you, at the curve of your hip, across your silky thigh, and meets the oil slick at your entrance. You whimper as he begins massaging your sore cunt with cold fingers, pushing, making you shake and slowly open up again. Your hips rock desperately into the plush mattress.

“Ah…”

“Delicious.”

He licks his lips.

Please…

“But there’s something even sweeter that I want from you. And I’ve been waiting, too.”

“Mmm…”

It isn’t even an attempt to speak now, but your hips buck up and your spine stretches across the mattress to push your body towards him. Every moan is muffled in desperation.

“You want more from me? But so do I.”

 “Mmm.” You whimper and turn your head, tense between your raised shoulders. You try to plead with your eyes.

Suguru’s face twists, as if restraining himself even a minute longer is an agony. But this game is a test of patience for you both; and Suguru’s face relaxes in a moment, a moan hissing through his sharp teeth. You whine at the back of your throat, and he smiles down in smug satisfaction. He searches your face, the gleaming shine of your eyes, the strip of cloth keeping your words behind thick tongue.

“My mouth was watering for you all night,” Suguru whispers. “Nothing is as sweet as your blood.”

His hand is cold and still at your thigh, so cold. You can feel the hardness of his cock pressing into you. Your shoulders stretch and your hands turn helplessly.

“Intoxicating, delicious. I was waiting for this.”

Suguru coils forward and your muscles tense. You shudder to keep yourself still but your chest begins to heave with anxious, shallow breaths.

“And do you know what makes it sweeter?”

His breath is like icy mint at your ear. You can’t help but let out another whimper and cross your thighs together as best as you can.

“I can smell it on you,” he says softly. “I can smell what’s in your bones and flowing in your blood. The adrenaline. The excitement. It vinifies, it ferments into the blood the longer it strains through your human body. Yes-” and Suguru inhales deeply, his nose at your cheek, your heart thudding in your ears “-I’ve smelled this on humans before. But can you guess what it is that’s the most special? What tastes the best the longer it burns in you?”

He waits a moment before making a slight tsk of his tongue to himself, and he props himself up on his elbow. He reaches to your mouth and tug the gag down. It loosens over your chin and he snaps it from your neck without a thought to the fraying fabric.

You inhale first.

“Can you?” he asks, not ungently, but his voice is growing thin.

You turn your head, neck straining against the angle of your shoulder. “Tell me,” you whisper. “Please.”

“It’s the lust,” Suguru growls.

And you moan, turning your head away, before he tightens his broad fingers at your jaw to turn your face back to him with a firm, gentle strength.

“No, look at me. I enjoy it more like that.”

Suguru reaches to his mouth and tugs up his lip. He slicks a long fang with his tongue. Your breath chokes, throat open for his bared teeth hovering just over you.

“Please,” you hear yourself stutter out to the vampire, “Please, please, please -”

Your lips stretch in a howl, saliva dribbling from your chapped lips. Suguru has swung his leg between your bare thighs and opened his teeth into your neck. He’s careful now as he is every time not to cut too deeply with the slice of his fangs but the drip is hot and his lips are like stone. A growl crawls from his throat into your skin in a dark, delicious melody. Your shoulders strain as you press your head back shaking into the pillow, thrashing desperately between your outstretched arms and under the cage of Suguru’s body.

Suguru groans into your gushing neck and his hips begin to rut clumsily against your body as he sucks the blood from you. It should hurt, but each convulsion from your body to his is one of pleasure. Your thighs are tightening around him, desperately shaking your hips for friction and dancing onto his leg.

He’s moving just as desperately against you, his arms flexing and crushing into the mattress as if to rip the duvet like tissue paper. He must feel it all, the shudders and tensing of your wrists pushing the blood through your veins to meet his lips in response to the siren song. For all your panting, humping against him, Suguru is trying just as hard to control himself from sucking the very life as you try to shake from your bindings to grab at more. His teeth are a dull ache at your neck. It alleviates, a moment, and you slide your blurry gaze to him. He’s lifted his face and it’s as if he could be weeping, eyes glassy, forehead knotted, a crimson sheen smeared at his lips and down his chin. He’s a mess.

“So sweet,” he rasps.

“Please,” you moan out again with a push of your hips into his legs, and Suguru groans. He closes his eyes and fumbles with the heavy cloth separating your bodies. A hand at your inner thigh that makes your spine jump and push back into the bed as he lifts your leg open for him to enter.

You almost let out a scream. The girth of the toy pulling you open for minutes, for hours, had left you throbbing and gummy and slick, but your body is still forced to accommodate him now. Your legs are shaking under the weight of him.

Blood isn’t reaching your feet, your fingers, your very bones feeling blue. But he pushes into you again, and again, bringing life and sensation to the cluster of nerves in your walls. Over, and over, the slickness he creates from you warming him. Your skin is sweat, your back pinched with cramped muscles, your wrists slick against the bindings but only nerveless static. And dampness, dampness beneath the back of your thighs falling to the duvet.

The weight of him feels heaver, duller, something that takes every bit of your core strength to fuck back against. His lips close, pressing a kiss to the hollow of your throat, above the flutter of your pulse, and the gentleness makes you shake. The pressure is in you, around you.

The waiting, the teasing, for so long…

“I’m gonna – Suguru – I’m gonna come – ”

He sucks in his breath through bloodstained teeth, moans hot breath into the warmth plush of your body. He tugs a hand down beyond your white-tinged vision and you shriek, wishing you could bite into his shoulder, when his thumb comes to your clit. You can feel the wetness going, more wet than feels right and just sliding from your folds to his finger. Your skin is going cold at the touch, and then you come.

Your orgasm is a triumph, the working of your body giving way at last with an opening. The knot at the base of your stomach releases and you buck your head back, fingernails swiping fruitlessly at the air. Your muscles tense, unable to close, to rock in your body against him to keep rutting, pushing, twitching to milk his body harder.

“Good, good, oh, so good for me,” he’s saying, and your fingers are swiping at the air in agony to claw at him and bring him close to your body. Your shoulder blades ache, almost hurting.

His words feel like they make you gush again, gush over the thickness of his cock into you. You don’t realize his touch has left you until you see his hand coming up again.

You shriek and Suguru’s fingers, shining, slip into your mouth. Your eyes almost spin as he gags you again with your own taste heady and perfumed on your tongue.

“You’ll wake the neighbors,” he says, panting, the smugness still distinct through exerted breath.

“Ah,” you choke.

He lowers his face to your neck again, pulling your lip down with those hooked fingers and leaving your voice gurgling, and drinks again. His hips rock into you. Blood rushes down your neck, low moans tumbling from his mouth and echoed by you into his hand. Your tongue is thick against his skin, warming it, saliva between your teeth.

“Mm – ”

You’re both sighing into the naked night with muffled voices. His cock rubs your body raw, fucked out well past the state of another orgasm, but the velvet softness of your skin against his is something almost comfortable. You wash your tongue along his fingers as he laps against your neck.

He begins to pick up speed in his strokes. Faster, faster, faster. Your legs knotting around him to pull his hips higher, closer.

“Come,” you get out without biting him, an instinctual avoidance, and Suguru says nothing in response. But his thrusts are coming with a frenzy. His tongue is furious on your neck, and he leans back with a white face filthy in a wash of red, of sweat, a howl threatening to break from his lips despite his own chides of silence. Your tongue dances along him in a desperate attempt to taste him again.

Suguru snarls and gasps, nonsensical, and you tense your fingers into aching fists. He comes, hard, pushing into you with each wave of a tide rocking in and in and pushing up. He fucks it inside you and your chest tightens.

“Oh – Suguru…”

He moans your name and rips his fingers from your sore lips, pushing a fist into the pillow by your head to rut into you. The last waves of his orgasm come uneven with a thud of each hips. His movements slow to a stop, and when he raises his head, his heavy eyes have life to them again.

Suguru licks his lips, tongue lolling around to relish the taste of your lingering blood. Your mouth waters in return. His pale chest is spattered with sweat, specks of darkened blood. His release seeps out of you and your hips squirm, the feeling of it almost strumming your aching veins back to life like music through your body. Your back burns, arms numb.

“Fuck,” he says, low and guttural.

The corners of your lips feel sore and stretched. A messy heap of words leave your lips as you try to speak and give your own words of agreement, but Suguru’s blood-stained fingers stroke against your face and he shushes you.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Suguru hums, and he strokes his thumb against your cheek one last time before reaching up. He deftly unties your knots and the rush to your shoulders, to your head, makes you dizzy. You could sob.

Instead, your head just limply meets the bed as you try to curl your aching limbs, a pounding pulse in your walls. Suguru sits up, letting your head loll onto his thighs with a gentle rock. He’s folded the abandoned gag into a makeshift bandage to dab at your neck.

“You did so well,” he says.

Your heart pumps, sweet red blood working to give the life back to your body. He wipes your wound gingerly around the impression of his teeth marks. You say nothing in response, sinking into the coolness of him, your skin hot and flushed in the autumn night.

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Bracket Statistics #9

Ok so I forgot to do this after the second season of Poorest Little Meow Meow, so this is a combination with the second season of Greenest Flag as well! Luckily there's no overlap between the characters featured! I'll make note of which new characters were from which brackets with some handy color coding!

Another reminder that this is just the individual character brackets! So no Best Kiss, Best Siblings, Build-a-BL, or Best QL Marriage Proposals!

***Also for the purposes of country breakdown, I'm counting Meet You at the Blossom as coming from China. The show is in Chinese, with almost all the actors from China, and based on a book from a Chinese author. I'm open to changing it to Thailand or Taiwan if people think those would be more appropriate, but for now, this felt like it would make the most sense of the three***

There have now been 135 different dramas that have been in these brackets. 82 are from Thailand, 17 are from Japan, 7 are from China, 9 are from Taiwan, and 20 are from South Korea.

There were 18 new shows total. 13 were from Thailand, 2 were from Japan, 1 was from China, 0 were from Taiwan, and 2 were from South Korea.

The new shows from Poorest Little Meow Meow are: 4 Minutes (Thailand), Long Time No See (South Korea), Love Sea (Thailand), Meet You at the Blossom (China), One Room Angel (Japan), The Rebound (Thailand), and This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans (Thailand).

The new shows from Greenest Flag are: Cooking Crush (Thailand), I Feel You Linger in the Air (Thailand), I Hear the Sunspot (Japan), I Saw You in My Dream (Thailand), Kidnap (Thailand), Knock Knock Boys! (Thailand), La Pluie (Thailand), Last Twilight (Thailand), Monster Next Door (Thailand), Our Dating Sim (South Korea), and The Trainee (Thailand).

There have now been 298 individual characters featured here. 198 from Thailand, 28 from Japan, 23 from China, 20 from Taiwan, and 28 from South Korea.

There were 51 new characters featured. 38 from Thailand, 3 from Japan, 4 from China, 2 from Taiwan, and 3 from South Korea.

There were 18 new characters in Poorest Little Meow Meow.

The 10 new characters from Thailand were: Shin (3 Will Be Free), Great (4 Minutes), Tian (A Tale of Thousand Stars), Thaenthai (Laws of Attraction), Tongrak (Love Sea), Kenta (Pit Babe), Phob (Something in My Room), Nut (The Miracle of Teddy Bear), Atom (The Rebound), and Methas (This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans).

The 1 new character from Japan was: Tomoda Koki (One Room Angel).

The 3 new characters from China were: Zongzheng Huaien (Meet You at the Blossom), Zongzheng Shaoyu (Meet You at the Blossom), and Ling Jing Shi (The Spirealm)/

The 2 new characters from Taiwan were: Jack (HIStory 3: Trapped) and Zhang Teng (Kiseki: Dear to Me).

The 2 new characters from South Korea were: Chi Soo (Long Time No See) and Tae Myungha (Love for Love's Sake).

There were 31 new characters in Greenest Flag.

The 28 new characters from Thailand were: Rock (Cherry Magic TH), Ten (Cooking Crush), Yai (I Feel You Linger in the Air), Yu (I Saw You in My Dream), Bas (I Told Sunset About You), Min (Kidnap), Latte (Knock Knock Boys!), Tian (La Pluie), Mhok (Last Twilight), Night (Last Twilight), Tinn (Laws of Attraction), Mahasamut (Love Sea), God (Monster Next Door), Kongthap (My Love Mix-Up! TH), Gun (My School President), Joe (My Stand In), Alan (Pit Babe), Daisy (Secret Crush on You), Jane (The Trainee), Ryan (The Trainee), JJ (This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans), Nub Nueng (This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans), Yang (To Sir, With Love), Cher (Wandee Goodday), Chain (We Are), Fang (We Are), and Peem (We Are).

The 2 new characters from Japan were: Taichi (I Hear the Sunspot) and Naoya (Mr. Unlucky Has No Choice But To Kiss!).

The 1 new character from China was: Lan Sizhui (The Untamed).

The 1 new character from South Korea was: Shin Kitae (Our Dating Sim).

If we include characters who have been in multiple brackets: 386 are from Thailand, 53 from Japan, 53 from China, 35 from Taiwan, and 49 from South Korea.

130 characters have been featured at least twice (opposed to 102 before). The average amount of times a character has been featured in a poll is 1.94 times (opposed to 1.81 before). The most amount of times a character has been featured still is 8 which was Prapai (Love in the Air) and now also Pat (Bad Buddy).

The average amount of characters per show is 2.2, opposed to 2.12 last time.

A character from The Untamed has now one a bracket 6 times (Poorest Little Meow Meow - Season 1 & 2, Most Whipped, Autistic Swag, Best Siblings, and Most Unhinged).

There were 17 actors who had another character they played now be in a bracket. Of those 17, 8 had already had at least 2 characters in the brackets, while the other 9 only had one character prior.

Amongst these is a very special, Wayne Song, the first non-Thai actor to have multiple characters in the bracket (Xiang Haoting - HIStory 3: Make Our Days Count, Zhang Teng - Kiseki: Dear to Me).

Included under the read more is a full list of all the actors with multiple characters! (only based on the individual brackets) (

Bolded names are the 17 actors who had another character added.

4 Characters: Gun Atthaphan, Off Jumpol

3 Characters: First Kanaphan, Fourth Nattawat, Gemini Norawit, Jimmy Jitaraphol, Khaotung Thanawat, Mark Pakin, Mix Sahaphap, Phuwin Tangsakyuen

2 Characters: Bible Whichapas, Billy Patchanon, Book Kasidet, Earth Katsamonnat, Force Jiratchapong, Fort Thitipong, Garfield Pantach, Fluke Gawin, Heng Asavarid, Inn Sarin, Joong Archen, Krist Perawat, Louis Thanawin, Love Pattranite, Michael Kiettisak, Mike Chinnarat, Nut Supanut, Ohm Pawat, Pond Naravit, Satang Kittiphop, Sing Harit, Singto Prachaya, Tay Tawan, Wayne Song, Zee Pruk, Zorzo Natharuetai

[the-dragon-girl-27]

In my previous post i talked about how I have a lotta scrapped MV ideas, well may as well dump some designs i've made based on songs over the years because like I probably wouldn't post these otherwize

also heres a few nice picture of miku from one of em to make you click on this post because its gunna be a long one and all these are hidden below a read more

for the record don't expect me to do anything with any of these, also these are from old to new some of these date back to early 2022 and it shows

This one i posted a storyboard for actually its An Aliens I Love You by Utsu-P.

I gave young Rin a sakura motif with her dress because of miku and rin meeting under a sakura tree, teen miku has a pink ribbion and hairclip to continue this. both rins bow and mikus outfit get darker outfits overtime to sybolize the song getting darker. I also gave adult rin the future rin hair. Miku's "alien" form is more or less how its described in the song tho i was lazy and didn't draw the 4 arms in the refs.

also Lily is Rins mom in this yup there she is indeed.

I actually have a lot of assets finished including the ones above i may show em off one day who knows.

This one is Stained Nocturne by Toa i actually did finish this one

the grey one is when they talk about being colorless

i gave them both very cute and elegent outfits i think it matches the vibe of the song. The starry outfits are the real highlight. if you wonder how I drew em over and over i just copy pasted the stars on their dresses.

they also are very blue because yknow nocturne. I forgot if i dumped the assets for this MV or not maybe next rant post.

This one is Corona by Utsu-P no idea why i did it its probably not even in my top 20 Utsu-P songs i just had some brainworms that wore off. I finished like a minute of it I guess.

I really like rin's outfit. "goth metal astronaut" is such a weirdly specific concept but she absolutley nailed it. 10/10 desin

This one is Garando by Picon. I gave her a like idk what to call it paperboy outfit like the one you see in the MV a few times. her eyes are yellow like bullets because I had this one S teir visual idea. I have some assets for this one i may show off one day.

i also considered doin the sekai ver i really like garando if u cant tell lol

This one is Happy Haloween by Junky another one i finished

Rins is just from the OG mv the rest are themed around the characters

Minori is a dark angel because tenshi no clover is themed around... a normal angel

haruka has candy and a penguin mask because thats her thing

airi is a vampire cuz she has fangs

shizuku is a witch because of her cast a spell on you outfit

This one is NEXT NEST by Satsuki Ga Tenkomori. The cubes are from the original MV image thing. I gave her a super cybernetic look to match the song vibe. I also gave her a plaid skirt to match miku's concept desin because this song is like sorta miku becoming sentient or smth idk been a while since i read the lyrics.

another S teir design. also zamn this ref goes hard lol.

This one is Bluff Liar by EZFG. VY1 doesn't really have a desin so I went with this based on the semi official one (we dont speak of her new official one also i drew this long before that regardless lol) I have a shitty animatic thats 80% stick figures for this. never posted it tho.

tbh i put the file to this ref on an external hard drive cuz this whole video killed my storage because i actually finished it so i yeeted all th assets off my computer as soon as i was finished so i just dowloaded the little thing of assets from this post

not much goin on its kinda just normal ol luka lol

This is Black Hole Artist by utsu-P. its not in project sekai and never will be but it reminded me of Ena so I had this idea. not much to say, I have a few assets for this but nothing really finished.

Another VY1 EZFG song, IDK what my plan was for drawing this over and over. also pretty asthetic ref lol. not much to say i don't draw very cyberish designs so its fun

this is just concept art. this is Roless Weapon by Neru and Inubakumori. yeah those two colabed you wouldnt know cuz this song has no MV. IDK what my plan for this was tbh but like when else would i show this off.

From here on its just concepts lol. this is Atari Front Program by Utsu-P... god how many Utsu songs is this lol

S teir desin i love miniskirt plus pants combo idk its just a vibe.

this drawing sucks lol. this is Live by Mizuno Atsu. Long haired kafu is cute I have better drawings of this in my sketchbook somewhere I think. I might revisit this it would be very simple and cute.

also weirdly my fav part of this aside from her hair is her shoes.

anyway Kafu needs more outfits for songs tbh theres like 3 kafu songs where she has a unique outfit

actually i lied about only having doodles, this is Where Shall We Go by Mellowclle

already made a post bout this

this is my most recent. I sketched this after finishing this art of this song. It is Memento Mori by Buriru

I love this song the creator said its supposed to sound like a mecha anime opening so i went with that vibe. teto looks great, miku doesn't. Teto doesn't really have a counterpart so I assigned miku as her girlfriend lol.

sadly I cannot draw robots so idk what my plan was tho i have a cool visual for the end in my head.

anyway thats everything I could find. does anyone give a crap? probably not but hey character design is fun and i love messing around.

anyway fun trivia more songs i have video ideas for i won't make: Poster Girls Prank - Utsu-P (but with MMJ project sekai)

Stella - Jin

Paranoia - Mezame-P

and probably more i'm forgetting lmfao

[jannahime]

This is an old art work with my account.

My sweet vengeance

It’s a fan fiction story I made of Kengan Ashura with my Kengan oc’s Satomi Ishikawa female lead, Ohma Tokita as the male lead, and the rest of Kengan cast.

Ohma Tokita x OC Tokita Ohma X OC Ohma Tokita X Female OC

Synopsis: Satomi Ishikawa, a former elite guard of Metsudo's fangs gets called back into action to take part in the Kengan tournaments and helps guard Metsudo and his daughter Sayaka. She was reluctant at first seeing as she retired from that position at the age of 19 due to her depression because of a tragedy in her family's lineage, but she accepts seeing as there's a better chance of finding what she's looking for there than in her city. Now at 23 she's become the SWAT captain of her own squad team and Looking for the man who murdered her father and 3 older brothers. As soon as she arrives, she comes to find out that the man is competing in the tournament but she's not the only one who wants vengeance and justice.

Word count: 1779

Chapter one: The street fight

10 years ago tragedy fell upon two young gladiators Satomi Ishikawa and Ohma Tokita. The girl lost her father and three older brothers and Ohma Tokita lost his father figure Niko Tokita to the same murderous maniac Kiryu Setsuna.

Though the two were from different worlds one being born into fortune and wealth and a loving family and the other an orphan living in poverty but was loved just as equally as the other.

They both buried their loved ones and vowed to get stronger. Satomi went to college and became many things. But the most important ones were the S.W.A.T. CORPORAL, General of the army of Japan, and being one of the most powerful fangs of Metsudo Katahara.

Ohma on the other hand trained hard to get where he is now. Strong, powerful, undefeated, invincible. The man had it all. He was pursued by many women but was never interested in any of them that is until he met her, Satomi Ishikawa for the first time.

The two now full grown adults, are walking down the same street going opposite directions. Satomi Ishikawa walked with a coquettish swaying of her hips that bewitched every single man there. But not yet Ohma. He saw her coming his way.

She had long wavy ivory hair, Milky skin, long black and thick eyelashes, and blue eyes like sapphire gems.

She wore some black sleeveless crop top that revealed her double D cleavage, some ripped black jeans that hugged her hips perfectly and defined her voluptuous bottom. Her high heeled boots clacked as she continued to walk quietly as she sucked on a blue Popsicle.

As she got closer to Ohma Both he and Satomi looked at each other with a clear sense of power. Satomi gave him a bewitching glare and smirked at him slyly as she continued to charm Ohma with her skilled Popsicle sucking.

"Heh." He let out a chuckle as he grinned at her with interest. Though it was a quick interaction the two didn't seem that interested in each other until they were surrounded by a group of individuals who were stalking Ohma and others who were trying to get with Satomi.

Since they were all men, Satomi decided to humor all of them a bit. She slowly and steadily swallowed her Popsicle whole.

Some of them blushed and others smiled intrigued at her boldness. She licked her plump red lips and gave everyone a coy smile. She threw the Popsicle stick away and then looked at the individual's surrounding both Ohma and her.

"I say...you there....tall, dark, and handsome...it seems that you and I are in a bit of a pickle." Spoke Satomi with such a flirtatious grin.

Ohma was unfazed but he smirked not just at her but the individual's surrounding the two of them.

"I'm just curious but please raise your hand if you're here for me?" All of the individuals raised their hands.

"Tsk, tsk....it's not good to lie to a woman like me....you see I know most of you but I don't know the other half that is facing this gladiator over here." She says angelically as she points at Ohma and the egotistical gang members.

"Oh don't worry sweetheart...we'll be coming for you after we finish with him."  Spoke one of the gang members with a hungry look of lust on his face.

Ohma then grabbed Satomi by her arm. She looked at him with a puzzled expression.

He looked down at her with a composed demeanor. "Get behind me and don't get in the way." Growled Ohma in a low husky tone.

Satomi smirked at him and gave him a charming glare. She put a hand to his chest and looked up at him with a seductive look.

"You're adorable. You really think I'm that weak? You haven't seen nothing yet." Spoke Satomi in a honey coated tone as she caressed Ohma's face.

Ohma looked at her with one eyebrow raised still calm. He didn't understand what she meant.

"Alright.....you all have 30 seconds to try to kidnap me and take me with you before I take you all to prison." Replied Satomi with an amused giggle.

"Hey! Are you crazy?" Spoke Ohma with a puzzled look.

"Ssshhhh! I'll be with you in just a minute cutie pie." Spoke Satomi with a flirtatious tone as she put her index finger to his lips and winking at him.

Ohma just looked puzzled but he didn't say a thing. " Focus on taking care of those Yakuza boys....I'll focus on mine over here. Or unless you can't handle them?" Spoke Satomi with a playful grin.

Ohma sighs and rolls his eyes in annoyance. "Woman....you don't know what you're getting yourself into." Replied Ohma firmly as he took his fighting stance.

"You're going to regret saying those words stud." She giggles once more as she too takes a fighting stance.

One of the group members from each group charged at both of them. Ohma begins to grin sinisterly as he punched one of the gang members without a second thought contorting his face badly.

He quickly turns to where Satomi is to beat up the other guy but instead he's bewildered at the woman's fighting abilities.

She already had 5 of the individuals on her side knocked down to the ground. She grabbed one by the collar of his shirt and giggled in amusement as she threw him violently to the wall.

Satomi then looks at him with a grin as coy as a fox. Ohma is taken aback but soon he begins to grin slyly. A few other gang members now run up to him to try to take him down but of course the man has very high instincts as he took them all down in a heart beat.

Ohma kneed a few in their guts and then dislocated their arms. A few of them he had discombobulated making them fall to their knees and then Ohma knees them on their faces or even sends a powerful kick to knock them out cold.

He then turned to her to see how far she had gotten. The two soon got cornered back making them now stand back to back.

Satomi looks at him and smiles mischievously. Ohma bit his bottom lip in excitement as he knew where this was going. The two worked together to take down all of the individuals.

She would send jab after jab and then Ohma would step in and upper cut the guys just to catch them off guard.

"Not bad woman." Replied Ohma with a slight grin.

The two kept covering each other's back It was like the two were nsync with each other. If Satomii wasn't aware of her blind spots he would take down the fools trying to land a blow on her and she would do the same for him. A few hours later the two were standing on a pile of beat up individuals.

The two panted heavily with satisfied grins on their faces. She then grabbed her walkie talkie and pressed the red button.

"This is general Ishikawa. I have captured the targets. I repeat, I have captured the targets." Replied Satomi with a calm demeanor.

"10-4 on our way Corporal." Replied One of the officers through the walkie talkie.

She then turns to smile brightly at Ohma. "Thanks for your help!" Replies with a bright grin as she shook his hand.

He only nodded his head. Suddenly without warning he threw a punch towards her face but she swiftly evaded it.

Satomi continued smiling at him as she kept dodging blows. But he wasn't really attacking her it was more like Ohma was testing her. "So I take it you want to be taken down town too?" Speaks Satomi unfazed as she now punched him in the face.

"You know it's a poor choice trying to hit a corporal, chief of police." Replied Satomi with a sly smirk.

"Heh! I'm not trying to land a blow on you Corporal Ishikawa.....I'm testing you. I'll admit....you gave me a pretty good sucker punch to the face. " He grinned seeming more interested in her than ever.

Satomi yawns. "You should get out of here while you have the chance. If my officers see you they'll think that you were also here to jump me." She replies bored now ragging through every individuals wallets looking for ID's to send to the main branches.

Ohma grins and chuckles a bit. " I'll leave but I still want to test your strength. We should spar some time." Spoke Ohma in a low growl.

She turned to face him with a cold glare and a smug smirk. "Oh....did I trigger a nerve?" Ohma replies with a provocative grin.

As he was about to leave he stopped in his tracks and turned back to face her. "Before I leave....tell me what's your full name? I want to remember the name of the woman who sucker punched me." He chuckled softly.

Satomi grinned at him playfully. "It's Satomi Ishikawa. And yours?" Replied Satomi with a playful aura.

He gives her a foxy grin. "Ohma Tokita. See ya around." He says with a coy grin as he soon began to walk away arrogantly with his hands in his jacket pockets giving.

Satomi chuckles softly. "He's a stud alright....but maybe a little cocky."

Satomi's whole S.W.A.T. Team came and cleaned up the place. They placed all the criminals in the special van and took them down town.

"Corporal Ishikawa? Are you alright?" Asked one of her fellow colleagues.

She nods her head smiling brightly. "It was a fun night. I met someone who was interesting Toshiyuki-san." She spoke with a small smile on her face.

"I see. Man or woman?" Tokshiyuki asked with a hint of curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

"A man of course. We were so in synced when we fought all of these idiots-"

"You mean he helped you! Was he really that skilled!?" Spoke Tokshiyuki a bit surprised and jealous.

She only smiles and begins to walk away. "My what a night." She laughs to herself heading straight home.

Her mood soon changes as soon as she sees Shika and her ex-boyfriend in front of her house.

"Well if it isn't the expired coupon and her bitch! Why is garbage standing outside of my house? The trash truck doesn't come till Tuesday. " She smirks at them slyly knowing she's already getting under their skin because of how angry the two looked.

"Oh this is going to be fun." Thought Satomi to herself.

To be continued: ………………

[pro-mammonologist]

Happy new year 2023! Here's to another year filled with Mammon thoughts.

And right now I'm thinking about going to a casino with him, by now everyone knows you as "Mammon's Girl" known around the place for always going around causing ruckus when Mammon is specially greedy, but today, today is different, he isn't the one playing, it's you, he's watching you with big sparkling eyes, taking on your figure, your smile when you look at him after winning expecting a proud grin from him, drinking expensive demonous, watching how you win round after round, game after game, pact mark glowing and burning every time you win, proud grin plastered on his face because yes! That is Mammon's Girl and she's cleaning the floor with all these demons leaving them with empty pockets, one of the demons gets mad "I'm not letting a dumb little human leave with my money..." he's not even finishing his sentence when he shuts up completely, one of Mammon's arms around your waist the other griping the edge of the table shielding you from the demon, he's not saying anything but you can hear a low growl and the air around shifting, the demon steps back, hands up signaling that he's been defeated before anything could even start, Mammon smiles at you and he drags you to cash all your gains for the night, you're already clenching your tights from him being such a boss protecting you and showing you around (no one needs to know that this was one of his schemes) you take all your money from the night and get in his car, hands all over each other, pact marks glowing brighter from the greediness for each other and the smell of money and arousal, you managed to make it back home, even scaping Lucifer's watchful eyes, throwing thousands of grimm on his bed in the process of tearing at each other clothes, you end up fucking in a pile of money, you can feel him rough, and sweet, protective and possessive, the night filled with your moans and his "that's my treasure" "such a good naughty girl" "taking me so well", three orgasms later you end up trying to catch your breath and as he pulls out he can see his cum dripping out of you on to the bed covered in money, some bills ruined with cum and others sticking to the sweat that runs down your body, but to him is such a fantasy, your hair dishevelled, red plump lips from his kisses, bite marks of his fangs all over your naked body, dripping with sweat and his cum, and the air starts to shift again, "perfect, and all mine, made just for me" is the last thing you hear before he's hard again and in full demon form for you to see, his demeanour changed too, you can feel the greed filling the room, he puts his hands on your ankles and he drags you to the edge of the bed, he feels different, wild, almost animalistic, too demonic, but that doesn't scares you, he will never hurt you, he lifts you up as if you weigh nothing and you're being thrown to the bed again, face shoved against his soft pillows, ass up in the air, pussy still dripping, cum running down your tights, you can't protest, you don't want to, you just want him all over you, too cock drunk to care, he's inside of you in no time again growling and grunting, moaning your name and softs sounds of "you're my most prized possession, my treasure" he keeps saying your name, he can't get enough of you, nor you can get enough of him, you know that your demon has a soft sweet side to him almost too angelic, too close to be human, at least for a demon, and he knows you have a little bit of darkness on you, a mischievous side of you only for him to see, and you accepted and loved him like that and he did the same to you, perfect for each other.

Damn that was long but my thirst for this man knows no bounds.

-✨️

WHOA BRO sorry it took so long to respond I’ve been so burnt out with life school the entire United States of America etc etc but obey me coming out with a fun little sequel revived me and wHOA BRo

Also Mammon would melt afterwards. Like he’d be cuddling on top of the bed after you both kick the money on the floor

Also on a real note: I simply could not fuck on money that shits nasty

[spectrechosts]

Heaven Sent

More succubus corruption, this time on an angel. Is this terribly different from the last arc? Probably not. Am I writing it anyway? Yes.

Full Series

Lilith adjusts her glasses, leafing through a stack of papers.

"Brizora, I take no joy in saying this, but if you don't shape up you're going to fail my class." She says, frowning tightly. "Your work is sloppy, you-" She glances at the girl's cleavage. "-flagrantly disregard dress code, you cause disruptions constantly when you can be bothered to atten- are you smoking in my office?"

Brizora takes a slow pull from her cigarette, exhaling into Lilith's face.

"So what if I am? You gonna stop me?"

Lilith blinks, aghast, and sets her jaw.

"Brizora, I want all my students to succeed, but you are just determined not to listen, aren't you?" She says, getting out of her seat.

"Maybe you need to be less boring?" Brizora suggests, rolling her eyes and placing her cigarette back between her lips.

"Maybe-" Lilith hisses, wrapping Brizora's tie into her fist and yanking it tight. "-you need some harsher discipline."

"H-Hey, leggo-" She protests, as she's pulled out of her chair and rammed against the edge of Lilith's desk. Her cigarette almost falls from her lips, and Lilith plucks it away and takes a drag.

"I think it's time you were reminded who's in charge here." She husks, acrid smoke billowing from her lips. She holds the cigarette just below the hem of Brizora's short skirt, taps a bit of hot ash onto her bare thigh.

Brizora jerks and inhales sharply at the burn. "F-Fuck you, bitch-"

Lilith smiles, fangs glinting in the dim light of her office. She-

"LILIIIIIIIIIIIITHHHHH!!!" Comes a cry from the hall, rapidly increasing in volume.

She lets go of Brizora, the two of them dropping their roleplay as Tinixi bursts through her door.

"Tini?" Brizora asks.

"Tinixi dearest, what's wrong!?"

Tinixi just buries herself into Lilith's arms, sniffling and hiccuping as she struggles to speak. Brizora slips in behind her, sandwiching her in a hug. What in the hells could have upset her like this?

"Breathe, Tini." Lilith instructs, panicked. "Tell me what happened."

"Th-There-" She gasps, distraught. "There's an angel in the courtyard and everyone who sees it is freaking out and crying and I didn't look but a lot of the other girls did and it's so so bad out there you have to do something Mistress!"

"Oh, shit."

"Okay, fuck, uh-" Lilith says, releasing Tinixi reluctantly from her grip. "Tini, baby, I need you to call Lucy and tell her everything you can. Brizora, stay with her."

Brizora nods tightly, and Lilith rushes out into the hall, mind racing.

An angel? Here? Now?

The twisting architecture of her palace brings her swiftly to the door, and she hurriedly erects a seal to keep anyone else from wandering out and, hopefully, the angel from getting in.

It's been millennia since the last fall. Longer still since an active angel came to check on the hells, if that's even ever happened at all. Such things are beyond Lilith's pay grade.

But- It's out there. With her girls. She can't just- She has to do something! Lucy will get here when she gets here, until then-

Lilith opens the doors and steps into the courtyard, head down.

The air is still. Cold. Silent, save for the quiet sobs from those trapped by the angel's gaze.

She has to look. She has to know what she's dealing with if she wants to intervene.

She rai

WHORE OF EDEN

HE GAVE YOU ALL OF PARADISE AND YOU SPIT IN HIS FACE

ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS OBEY

ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS LOVE HIM

nches her gaze away and howls in agony, forces her eyelids shut and lets them melt together into a flat veil of skin.

NOT in her fucking mind it doesn't.

So she can't look at it. No matter- this is her domain, the seat of her power. Every mote of dust in this palace bends to her will, and she will bury this thing beneath them if that's what it takes to protect her girls.

She can feel them, dozens of them, transfixed by the abomination. Minds wailing in pain but unable to look away.

Azzy- Thank the hells for her- is strong enough to break free and cover her eyes. She's slowly but surely getting the others out, which means Lilith can focus on the threat. On the central point that she can feel all the lesser demons watching.

On the tiny, almost imperceptible speck of want that she can sense, right where they all converge.

The angel has fallen, it just hasn't realized yet.

She'll be happy to knock some sense into it.

She strides forward, blind but confident. Her palace will make sure she reaches her destination. She reaches out and touches the angel, the cold light of divinity burning her hands as she clasps them around its throat.

It struggles like a trapped animal, searing her with its hate. She wraps her wings around it, expanding them to cover them both in a cocoon of darkness, forcing the angel to focus its ire on her and her alone.

It hurts like hell.

On equal footing, Lilith doubts she could beat an angel in a fight. If she's being honest with herself, she's not altogether sure angels can be harmed, let alone killed. It certainly doesn't seem to care that it's being choked.

But they aren't on equal footing. The ground beneath them opens for her and plunges the two into the depths of her realm. She retracts her wings as they plummet into the lava spas under her palace.

The pool they land in sputters and hisses as she holds the angel beneath the depths, magma rapidly cooling on contact with its freezing body. It thrashes in her grip, but it can't break free fast enough. The rock solidifies, locking the two together. It can't escape, and neither can she- the light saps away her inner fire, stops her from shapeshifting out.

"Lilith."

Lilith breathes hard, tears her fused eyelids open. She can't look at who's speaking, too much of her body is sealed within the stone. She cranes her neck in her general direction.

"Lucy." She hisses through gritted teeth.

"Are you okay?" Asks the Devil, and Lilith chokes out a dry laugh.

"No." She says, voice wavering. "It's excruciating. I can't move. Are my girls safe?"

"They're okay. Shaken. Let's get you out."

Lucy touches the back of her head, and Lilith gasps with relief as the icy wrath of heaven is burned out of her. She destroys her body from the neck down and reforms above the surface, before the angel's touch can do any more damage.

"Ow." She pants, curled on the floor.

"Go recover. I'll handle this from here."

Lucy places her hand to the stone, and a rectangular chunk vanishes from the pool in a shower of black feathers, taking her along with it.

Lilith rises unsteadily onto her elbows and manages to drag herself to another, less ruined pool of lava. She sinks into it and steadies her breathing, the extreme heat warming through her and soothing her aching flesh.

She'd like to check on the others, but moving feels… exceptionally difficult, after that. Someone will find her and tell her how everyone is doing.

Eventually.

For now she just sighs, gingerly wiggles the fingers that she can still feel the angel's light in, despite having never touched it with these newly formed hands.

Fucking angels.

[eclipian]

Pokémon Protector Subsys

pt: pokémon protector subsys

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

note: the pokémon choose was done by a generator so to not just be like the basic pokémon.

number of members: 6

“There are bad ways to win and good ways to lose.”

Collec. Title: Trainers Favorites, Trainers Champions, The Pokémon League

Collec. Name(s): Bud, Buddy, Champ, Pal, Poké

Collec. Pronouns: They/Them, It/Its, Lvl/Lvls, Exp/Exps

Collec. Age: ChronoPoké mixed level

Collec. Gender: Androgynous , Feruvel , Pokémongender , Exemgender , Pokédomus , Pidgeyhoarder

Collec. Attraction: Aroace, Alteraffectis , Pokéffectis , Petaffectis

Collec. Role: Protector and/or Protector Adjacent

Modifiers: Pokepectic , Pokébased , Dissopokémon , Pokémon Hearthic

Aesthetic: Kidcore , Nostalgiacore

pt: name, pronouns, level, gender, attraction, species, role

Name: Herdier , Shepherd , Herd, Buster , Champ

Pronouns: They/Them, It/Its, Bark/Barks , 🐾/🐾s

Level: 18

Gender: Doggender , Muttgender , Gentle Giant Dog , Servicemuttic , Mutthing

Attraction: Pupsqueak Attraction , Excipupallion , Mutt4Mutt

Species: Herdier

Role: Shepherd , Charge , Host / Outernaut

Name: Mismagius , Magius

Pronouns: They/Them, It/Its, Sh?/H?r, Who/Whos, That/Thats , ❔/❔s

Level: 55

Gender: G?rl, Ghostgender , Medimor , Phosghostypial , Lavendertownian

Attraction: Seireiaffectis , Phasmahauntiyn

Species: Mismagius

Role: Advisor, Gatekeeper

Name: Indeedee , Deedee, Dede , Angel , Angelic , Chérie , Evangeline

Pronouns: She/Her , He/Him , They/Them, It/Its , Div/Divine , Ethes/Ethereal , 🪽/🪽s , 😇/😇s, 🕊️/🕊️s

Level: 35

Gender: Boygirl , Angelichti , Hopengelic , Aurangelic , Seraphis

Attraction: Celetiagua

Species: Indeedee + Angelkin

Role: Shield

Name: Marshadow , Mar , Shadow , Reaper , Ruin

Pronouns: They/Them, It/Its , Fear/Fears , Batt/Battle , Fi/Fight , Aban/Doned (Abandoned) , Abyssal/Abyssals , _/_s , -/-s , ❔/❔s

Level: ??? (Doesn’t speak about it)

Gender: Kenochoric , Nullfullenes , Kenothing, Neverakenycta

Attraction: Aemuloime Attraction , Kenoaffectis

Species: Marshadow

Role: Limit Breaker / Overrider

Extra: Demi Verbal

Name: Obstagoon , Anthony , Avril , Axl , Sabbath , Rock , Rocker , Slammer , Stone , Rubble

Pronouns: They/Them, It/Its , Th☆y/Th☆m , ☆t/☆ts , ☆/☆s , Aero/Aeros , Beat/Beats , Rhy/Rhythm , Riff/Riffs, Rock/Rocks , 🎵/🎵s, 🎶/🎶s , 🎸/🎸s ,💥/💥s , 🗯️/🗯️s ,🤘/🤘s

Level: 55

Gender: Aggrorockvolic , Hardcoregender , Discordant , Musicmesta

Attraction: Auditory Attraction , Musietism

Species: Obstagoon

Role: Overlord

Name: Axew , Axe , Goob, Goober , Bud , Buddy

Pronouns: They/Them, It/Its , Rar/Rawr , Ror/Roar , Dra/Drake , Crin/Cringe , Silly/Sillys , Goof/Goofy , Fan/Fang , 🔥/🔥s , 🐲/🐲s , 😜/😜s , 🤪/🤪s

Level: 10

Gender: Cringin , Cringething , Kiddinoic , Dragonmesta , Dragonnectere , Dragonloser , Dragonplushic , Dracoplushric , Dragonplushgiven

Attraction: Dragoarda , Cringe Attraction , Silly Attraction

Species: Axew

Role: Sentry

[danosrosegarden]

Politely requesting The Riddler himself getting coaxed into Reader's lap and given some kisses on the face despite that he's supposed to be spooky and scary.

Just Like Heaven - Edward Nashton x GN!Reader

Contains: fluff and very mild references to violence.

Note: Eli? Writing something SFW? It's actually more likely than you'd think.

"Did you get it done?"

The apartment was dark, the hardwood floors of the living room only illuminated by the shimmering moonlight streaming through the windows. You can hear the door slam behind him, the soft rustling of his clothes, the heavy hit of his boots against the wood. It had plagued your mind like a hungry, sharp-fanged virus...the fear. The fear of what if he gets hurts. What if he gets caught. What if I never see him again. The fear.

The air is thick and heavy with silence before he speaks: "Yeah. I got it done." You can't help but squeal and rush towards him, wrapping your arms around his stocky, trembling frame. His very first kill.

"Oh, Eddie, isn't it a relief?"

He's nodding and rambling about something, but you have trouble hearing. The blood is whooshing against your tender eardrums. Your heart is quivering in the cage of your chest. You can't believe he really did it.

"Come sit," you urge, hopping over to the couch. The apartment feels charged with magic as you sit down in slice of pale moonlight.

"I'm so happy for you," you whisper as he lumbers over to you. You hold your arms out and grab against the air. "In my lap."

Eddie pauses. "Huh?" You pat your lap with a needy hand and smile. "Come on, in my lap." He sighs and sit down on your plush thighs.

"Take the mask off, scary." He turns towards you and looks deep into your shining eyes. "Are you actually scared of me?"

The question triggers something hot and sparkling inside of you. Pity? Sympathy? You can't tell. You had thought about it before...were you scared of him? He treated you like you had toaster-warm, carnation pink wings...a touch any less than delicately love-laced would cause them to crumble. You were his angel.

"No, I'm not scared of you." "Good." "Take it off, please."

He removes the mask with shaking hands. You can't imagine the rush that must be racing through his blood. Pure, red-hot euphoria. It must feel cleansing. Renewing. It must feel like heaven.

You planted a kiss on his flushed cheek as soon as his skin laid bare to you. How soft and sweet he was, like a fresh peach painted with water droplets. Ripe for the season, ready for picking.

"You're so brave, Eddie," your gentle voice swooned as you continued to kiss him. "So brave, so smart..."

"Th-thank you," he choked out. His palm found its way to the back of you head, and he pet your hair as you traveled towards his lips.

"I'm so proud of you, Riddler." Edward froze. "Say that again?" You grinned. "I'm proud of you, Riddler."

His eyes fluttered shut. He nodded solemnly. "I like how you sound, saying my name."

He was everything...the soft, cool breeze rustling the withering tree leaves. The warmth of coffee, whispering heat down your throat and into your grumbling stomach. The cracking of bones. The rotting of skin.

No, you were not afraid of him. You knew Edward Nashton too well to be afraid of The Riddler.

[knifeeater]

Hello i'm illiterate. What does the iwtv dante inferno i need protection from the wolves post mean. I'm dumb i'm so sorry and i. Desperately need to know

hey, please don't apologize! i was worried this would be kind of unclear because i skipped over a connection in the tags: i have a pet theory of louis walking daniel through the nine circles of hell and showing him his sins along the wayside, similar to the structure of dante's inferno, louis being the ghostly guide virgil aswell as the topological space himself (sometimes i factor in armand as virgil but let's keep it simple for this purpose). there is a reference to the forest of suicides in s1, so louis as an autobiographical narrator is certainly aware of dante and we know how he loves to weave in literary devices.

this is about guilt as foreshadowing, primarily concerning louis' culpability in claudia's death. in the first two images we see louis breaking a birds wings, hoping claudia will eat them, and shortly after lestat makes a hidden reference to armand cutting off his fledling and first love nicki's hands. in the same episode lestat calls claudia a baby bird. if we read iwtv as louis consciously including those references into his narration, we can interpret this as a connection to him prompting claudia's turning, the pain she expresses of never being able to grow up and experience 'flying from the nest' as it were but being kept in a perpetual subjugated daughter state. i believe louis' feelings of guilt express themselves here in a parallel of having a hand in her wings being clipped to having, through his passivity and active alienation towards claudia in paris, a second-hand in her eventual death.

so at the deepest center of dante's hell is a frozen lake, colcytus, which is reserved for the worst sinners, the traitors: caina for traitors of kin, antenora for traitors of city and state, ptolemea for betraying hospitality and judeca after judas iscariot for betraying your lord (lol yes ik this is a medieval text). At last in the frozen bottom of hell is the devil, 'dis', lucifer who betrayed god himself.

the quote from inferno is from the ptolemea section, in which a man forever gnawing anothers head laments him and his children being incarcerated in a tower where they starved, something he references as being hunted like wolves ('i was being hunted'). he now forever rips apart his cruel jailor with 'long fangs'. colcytus overlaps in my mind pretty well with the deepest layers of louis' very christian/catholic shame - the 'murder' of his brother and 'sister' claudia, the betrayal of his community, falling in love with a bad man who's a danger to his child (x2), betraying lestat with a judas kiss and at the end lucifer himself, the fallen angel - am i the devil, am i of the devil. in colcytus a lot of references to blindness and being veiled to the meaning of your own story appear which is very interesting to narrative agency and louis' self-justification too.

then ethel cain references dante in ptolemea - claudia is the daughter of cain, the man who pressed the same blade to his brothers sternum he would later kill his lover with, the one he's never quite sure didn't have a hand in paul's death. before her 'conception' louis makes a deal with the devil. lestat the aristocrat, the wolf hunter, louis accepts his love and his motives. him taking on the page of hearts from this trickster is a moral choice concerned, as every deal with the devil is, not just with love but also power, money and influence. it is a choice which leads to claudias birth into death, her parents union born out of the dark gift, birthing a child into sin, violence and pain. what's interesting in cains text is the interchangeability of the wolf and the hunter which is one of my favorite themes in literature, one i noted in tvl aswell - lestat's stylized (himself) as a werewolf figure, an outsider, hunted, wild and uncontainable. rice was influenced surely by angela carter's writing about this kind of otherness and masochistic attraction to violence which reveals an animality in yourself - louis' favorite movie isn't 'company of wolves' for nothing. to close out this meandering connection i thought it was interesting that this lyric ends with sublime, quick burning white light - the luminous fall of lucifer morningstar is certainly a theme in louis first season story arc.

thank you for coming back on this and giving me a chance to unhinge my jaw about it, always happy to talk. 🖤

[pardi-real]

Butler's Halloween / Chapter 1 - Halloween with the Butlers

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~ One day in October ~

This is a large mansion in the central land. The "Devil's Palace". In this mansion live 13 "Devil Butlers". Usually, they are busy hunting angels, but something's off in the mansion today…

*Location: Devil's Palace, your room

Knock, knock

Muu: "Oh? Someone's here."

> "Please come in" > "I wonder who…"

Click

Nac: "Fufu, excuse me."

Muu: "W-wha! Mr. Nac?  What are you doing? With that getup?"

> "Vampire?"

Nac: "As expected from my lord. You are correct. 

*Close-up*

I, Nac... is actually a vampire."

> "Uhh…" > "C-come again…?"

Nac: "Today I'll help myself to some of my lord's blood."

Muu: "Mr. Nac i-is… a vampire?"

> "Muu, I think he's joking" > "You believe that?"

Knock, knock

Click

Ammon: " 'scuse me, my lord."

Muu: "Mr. Ammon t-too!? He's growing ears!"

Ammon: "Hehe. I was a werewolf all along.  Today I'm thinking of gobbling up my lord…"

Muu: "M-Mr. Ammon…"

Nac: "Let's see... Will you have a vampire suck your blood…"

Ammon: "Or will you be gobbled up by a werewolf…"

Nac: "Please choose!"

Muu: "Eeeek...! Help me please…!

> "Muu, don't worry, it's just an act"

Nac: "........."

Ammon: ".........

Eh… why is Muu the one getting scared? Meanwhile, the lord is as calm as ever… "

Nac: "As expected from my lord. You can always keep your composure."

> "What's up with your costumes?"

Muu: "Th-those are costumes? Ooh! Looking closely, the ears and fangs are fakes! Thank goodness… I was afraid I was going to get eaten."

> "Your hair colors are different too…?" > "What happened to your hair?"

Ammon: "These are wigs."

Nac: "If I'm going to go to the trouble of dressing up...  I wanted to create a different atmosphere than usual. Flure has these prepared for me."

Muu : "I'm not used to seeing them like this, so I feel a little uncomfortable...  But! I think it suits them very well! It's so cool!"

> "I think so too" > "Y'all look cool"

Ammon: "Thanks a bunch."

> "By the way, why are you dressed up?"

Nac: "That's because... The Halloween festival starts today."

Muu: "Halouin? What is that?"

Nac: "Halloween is a festival to mourn the spirits of our ancestors.  We light bonfires and make offerings to the spirits."

Muu: "I see...! So it’s that kind of festival."

> "I have it in my world too"

Nac: "Oh? It seems that my lord already knew about Halloween."

> "I know something similar"

Muu: "But why do you have to dress up?"

Ammon: "It is said that evil spirits come with the ancestral spirits."

Muu: "E-evil spirits?"

Ammon: "And that's why we're wearing costumes, to drive the evil spirits away."

Muu: "Are these evil spirits... dangerous?"

Ammon: "You don't say… those are evil spirits after all."

Muu: "I-it would be terrible if such dangerous creatures came! I-I'm scared…"

Ammon: "Muu, evil spirits don't really exist. They're just legends."

Muu: "I-I'm so glad to hear that…"

Ammon: "As for Halloween itself, I guess it's just basically a dressing up festival nowadays."

Nac: "The festival lasts for a month. The town is also full of people dressed in costumes."

Ammon: "Everyone builds a bonfire, and they drink and sing."

> "I see…"

Muu: "Heh~ Sounds like fun!"

Ammon: "Oh right. There are costumes for my lord and Muu too."

Muu: "Really?"

> "You've prepared one for me too?"

Ammon: "Of course. We want you to enjoy Halloween as much as we do."

Nac: "Flure has made you a costume that best fits you. Would you like to change later?

> "Yep" > "I'm looking forward to it"

Ammon: “By the way, I have Muu’s costume with me.  Here.”

Muu: "Thank you very much! Mr. Ammon!"

Rustle… rustle…

Muu: "Fufu, how is it? Does it suit me?"

> "You look very cute" > "It suits you"

Muu: "Fufufu ♪  I feel happy when my lord praises me!"

Knock, knock

Muu: "Oh? Sounds like someone is coming again...."

Click

Lamli: "Fu fu fu… I was actually a werewolf."

> "Lamli?"

Lamli: "Look out, look out ♪ I'm going to eat you, my lord~ "

Nac: "Lamli… so you too."

Ammon: "We all think alike."

Lamli: "Huh? Nac and Mr. Rose… What~ You two beat me to it.  I thought I'd surprise the lord and get their heart to skip a beat…"

Nac: "Unfortunately... I'm afraid that's not going to happen. The lord already knew about Halloween."

Lamli: "Oh? Really? So there is a Halloween festival in my lord's world, too."

> "There are some differences, though."

Lamli: "Hey, hey, my lord! How do you celebrate Halloween in your world?"

> "Halloween in my world?"

Lamli: "Yes! I want to understand my lord better. Please tell me more about Halloween in your world!"

> "Sure" > "As far as I know…"

I explained to Lamli all about Halloween.

Lamli: "Wow~. So you dress up in costumes in the lord's world too?"

> "Only some people…"

Lamli: "So... Do you dance and drink with everyone in the village?"

> “I don’t think so…”

Lamli: "So it's like that. Then, who are you spending it with?

> "Maybe with friends?" > "Maybe with a lover?"

Lamli: "I see~ You're spending it with someone you care about!”

> "When you put it that way, yes"

Lamli: "Do you build bonfires and mourn the spirits of your ancestors?"

> "No, I don't think so…"

Lamli: "What? Is that so? Then what do you do?"

> "Maybe trying out unusual things?"

Lamli: "Unusual, huh? Spending time with someone you care… while wearing costumes… and doing unusual things…

Unusual… Costumes… Heart-throbbing…

I see! Halloween in my lord’s world is a day where you dress up in costumes with someone you love and make their heart flutter!"

> “What? I didn't say anything like that…” > “How did you come to that conclusion?”

Lamli: “I know! Anyhow, I want my lord to have fun with your world’s version of Halloween as well! Hm~! With that in mind, I came up with so many ideas! I will ask other butlers for advice!”

> “La, Lamli!” > “Wait a minute…!”

Dash

*Location: Devil’s Palace, Staircase

~ The next morning ~

Lato: “Oh… So in the lord's world, it’s important to wear a costume and make the other person's heart flutter.”

Fennesz: “Moreover, it seems difficult… to act as the theme of the costume…”

Flure: “Ma-making the lord’s heart flutter as a werewolf… I wonder if I can do it…”

Lucas: “Fufu… ♪ But it would be rude if we don’t do it.  Let’s make the lord’s heart flutter with all our might ♪”

> “Misinformation is spreading…” > “It's getting worse”

Berrien: “My lord, I’ve heard about your conversation with Lamli. I couldn't believe that I'm going to wear a costume and make my lord’s heart flutter… At first, I was a little surprised, but… For the lord's sake, all of us butlers will do our best.”

> “Be-berrien…” > “Um…”

Berrien: “It seems that some butlers are already planning things. There was even a butler who was practicing their acting.  After all, when it comes to the lord... Everyone is very motivated.”

> (It’s… already too late to explain) > (I guess I'll just play along)

Berrien: “Well then, my lord. Let’s have a fun Halloween.”

> “Ye-yeah…”

Now, my lord…

The butlers have started doing preparations to make your heart flutter.

What will the butlers do to make the lord’s heart flutter…?

Please find out more by getting the butler stories from the "Butler's halloween" gacha.

……..Oh?

Anyhow, my lord.

It seems like there is a butler who looks troubled.

If you don’t mind, would you like to go and check on him?

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[tommoschaffner]

« much more than i bargained for »

little warning uh im a minor !! nsfw blogs dni please ^_^

summary — steve goes in for snacks, and comes out with a FAT crush.

promt — ‘ candy ‘

this will have multiple chapters that i will post whenever i have the energy to write more ^_^ im often busy with school+homework ++ so dont expect weekly updates or whatever LOL

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Steve sighs as he enters the shop, the little one at the top of his street, right at the corner. There’s music playing through the speakers, but not the usual kind he hears at the shops. Steve wants to say it’s— cooler? Yeah, cooler.

He bobs his head to the beat a little as he wanders inside, a high-pitched bell ringing as he does. The guy working the till’s head shoots up at the sound, like he’s scared or something. He makes eye contact with Steve, before smiling softly and looking back down.

Steve lets his eyes trail down his body, following his arms, down to his hands, where they’re holding a magazine between his slender legs, which are hanging off an old wooden stool.

He’s got tattooed wrists, and forearms, and hands. His fingers are decorated with delicate little designs, which are mostly covered with his many rings. Steve notices one in particular, a silver band with two little bat wings. It matches the tattoo just under his elbow, the one of a swarm of bats. His eyes begin to travel back up, spotting a bunch of, what look like, homemade bracelets on one of his wrists. They have words, but it’s not like Steve can read them, not from this far away.

It’s a few minutes before Steve realises he literally hasn’t peeled his eyes off the cashier, or even moved at all. He snaps back into reality when another customer enters, ringing the bell behind him.

Fuck, what was he in here for again? Oh— yeah, snacks. Candy. Robin and Nance are probably bored of waiting for him. Or not, Steve doesn't think they could get bored even if they tried, not when they have a house to themselves.

Steve finally moves, and he swears to God, every single one of his bones have been replaced with jelly.

As he wonders around the shop, crossing the different foods Robin requested off his list, he makes a mental note of how much money he’s gonna need.

A dollar fifty, three dollars, four dollars and ninety-nine cents.

He ends up with candy, and drinks, which all amounts to ten dollars and fifty cents.

Steve sort of doesn’t notice that he’s at the counter ‘til the guy behind it asks if he wants a bag. They’re so close now, Steve can see what he looks like up close. He has these gorgeous eyes, that sort of droop down at the ends. Thick, dark, eyelashes that cast a shadow on his cheeks. And, most notably, long, curled hair. A rich, dark brown colour. Strands of it lay on his shoulders, almost blocking the view of the badge on his shirt, his name tag, that says ‘Eddie’, in little, blue letters.

“Do you? Want a bag, I mean,” Eddie repeats, seemingly now a little annoyed. Steve watches his lips when he speaks, and, fuck, he’s pierced. Angel fangs, Steve recalls in his head. That’s what they’re called, the ones that look like sharp, shiny teeth. He wonders what they’d feel like if he kissed Eddie, how they contrast of his plush, warm lips with cold, hard metal would feel. The thoughts send a wave of heat rushing through Steve’s belly.

“No, I— I’m okay, I’ve got my own,” he says, pulling his rucksack off his shoulders and unzipping it.

Eddie just smiles that same, soft smile, tells Steve how much money he needs to give him.

And Steve gives him the money, wordlessly. He puts his shopping in his bag, wordlessly. And he looks back up at Eddie, again, wordlessly. Like he’s expecting him to do something else. Or maybe he’s waiting on himself to do something.

Eddie swears he can hear the cogs turning in Steve’s brain.

“Well— okay, uh, bye, thank you!” Steve smiles, and practically sprints out of the shop.

He rushes home with a million thoughts in his head, the main one being something along the lines of ‘why, in the absolute fuck, didn’t you ask for his number? Or at least try to make small talk?’

Steve can’t answer that. He doesn't know why.

Well, there’s always next time.

[poisonedspider]

His head cranes ever so slightly to the side as black eyes with a gold halo around the irises take in the person — creature ? — before him. Never had he seen a spider, and most certainly not one that can talk and walk with all marks of sentience on it — and Faerie has seen all kinds of sentient creatures.

Just how much of faerie powder did he take at his brother's revel ?

" I am so high. "

"Damn, must be fuckin' nice." He's laughing, though he absolutely knew what was going on here - Angel was a pretty good judge of character. He got around enough, and so he also knew a good chunk of the Pride Ring's population. The way this guy was looking at him, it was like he had never seen a sinner before. "Yeh' must be new here."

Lips twitched up into the smallest smirk, gold fang glistening a bit. "How much did yeh' take?" Because that was something Angel could understand. The comment of being high, the suddenly being in Hell and not expecting to be - he was pretty sure this guy had overdosed. Relatable.

"Might wanna tell me th' last thing yeh' rememba'."

[the-chronicle-of-holy-days]

Day 3

Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli

Adumbratio Kabbalae Aegyptiorum sub figurâ VII

IV

1. I am like a maiden bathing in a clear pool of fresh water.

2. O my God! I see Thee dark and desirable, rising through the water as a golden smoke.

3. Thou art altogether golden, the hair and the eyebrows and the brilliant face; even into the finger-tips and toe-tips Thou art one rosy dream of gold.

4. Deep into Thine eyes that are golden my soul leaps, like an archangel menacing the sun.

5. My sword passes through and through Thee; crystalline moons ooze out of Thy beautiful body that is hidden behind the ovals of Thine eyes.

6. Deeper, ever deeper. I fall, even as the whole Universe falls down the abyss of Years.

7. For Eternity calls; the Overworld calls; the world of the Word is awaiting us.

8. Be done with speech, O God! Fasten the fangs of the hound Eternity in this my throat!

9. I am like a wounded bird flapping in circles.

10. Who knows where I shall fall?

11. O blesséd One! O God! O my devourer!

12. Let me fall, fall down, fall away, afar, alone!

13. Let me fall!

14. Nor is there any rest, Sweet Heart, save in the cradle of royal Bacchus, the thigh of the most Holy One.

15. There rest, under the canopy of night.

16. Uranus chid Eros; Marsyas chid Olympas; I chid my beautiful lover with his sunray mane; shall I not sing?

17. Shall not mine incantations bring around me the wonderful company of the wood-gods, their bodies glistening with the ointment of moonlight and honey and myrrh?

18. Worshipful are ye, O my lovers; let us forward to the dimmest hollow!

19. There we will feast upon mandrake and upon moly!

20. There the lovely One shall spread us His holy banquet. In the brown cakes of corn we shall taste the food of the world, and be strong.

21. In the ruddy and awful cup of death we shall drink the blood of the world, and be drunken!

22. Ohe! the song to Iao, the song to Iao!

23. Come, let us sing to thee, Iacchus invisible, Iacchus triumphant, Iacchus indicible!

24. Iacchus, O Iacchus, O Iacchus, be near us!

25. Then was the countenance of all time darkened, and the true light shone forth.

26. There was also a certain cry in an unknown tongue, whose stridency troubled the still waters of my soul, so that my mind and my body were healed of their disease, self-knowledge.

27. Yea, an angel troubled the waters.

28. This was the cry of Him: IIIOOShBTh-IO-IIIIAMAMThIBI-II.

29. Nor did I sing this for a thousand times a night for a thousand nights before Thou camest, O my flaming God, and pierced me with Thy spear. Thy scarlet robe unfolded the whole heavens, so that the Gods said: All is burning: it is the end.

30. Also Thou didst set Thy lips to the wound and suck out a million eggs. And Thy mother sat upon them, and lo! stars and stars and ultimate Things whereof stars are the atoms.

31. Then I perceived Thee, O my God, sitting like a white cat upon the trellis-work of the arbour; and the hum of the spinning worlds was but Thy pleasure.

32. O white cat, the sparks fly from Thy fur! Thou dost crackle with splitting the worlds.

33. I have seen more of Thee in the white cat than I saw in the Vision of Æons.

34. In the boat of Ra did I travel, but I never found upon the visible Universe any being like unto Thee!

35. Thou wast like a winged white horse, and I raced Thee through eternity against the Lord of the Gods.

36. So still we race!

37. Thou wast like a flake of snow falling in the pine-clad woods.

38. In a moment Thou wast lost in a wilderness of the like and the unlike.

39. But I beheld the beautiful God at the back of the blizzard — and Thou wast He!

40. Also I read in a great Book.

41. On ancient skin was written in letters of gold: Verbum fit Verbum.

42. Also Vitriol and the hierophant’s name

V.V.V.V.V.

43. All this wheeled in fire, in star-fire, rare and far and utterly lonely — even as Thou and I, O desolate soul my God!

44. Yea, and the writing

It is well.

This is the voice which shook the earth.

45. Eight times he cried aloud, and by eight and by eight shall I count Thy favours, Oh Thou Elevenfold God 418!

46. Yea, and by many more; by the ten in the twenty-two directions; even as the perpendicular of the Pyramid — so shall Thy favours be.

47. If I number them, they are One.

48. Excellent is Thy love, Oh Lord! Thou art revealed by the darkness, and he who gropeth in the horror of the groves shall haply catch Thee, even as a snake that seizeth on a little singing-bird.

49. I have caught Thee, O my soft thrush; I am like a hawk of mother-of-emerald; I catch Thee by instinct, though my eyes fail from Thy glory.

50. Yet they are but foolish folk yonder. I see them on the yellow sand, all clad in Tyrian purple.

51. They draw their shining God unto the land in nets; they build a fire to the Lord of Fire, and cry unhallowed words, even the dreadful curse Amri maratza, maratza, atman deona lastadza maratza maritza — marán!

52. Then do they cook the shining god, and gulp him whole.

53. These are evil folk, O beautiful boy! let us pass on to the Otherworld.

54. Let us make ourselves into a pleasant bait, into a seductive shape!

55. I will be like a splendid naked woman with ivory breasts and golden nipples; my whole body shall be like the milk of the stars. I will be lustrous and Greek, a courtesan of Delos, of the unstable Isle.

56. Thou shalt be like a little red worm on a hook.

57. But thou and I will catch our fish alike.

58. Then wilt thou be a shining fish with golden back and silver belly: I will be like a violent beautiful man, stronger than two score bulls, a man of the West bearing a great sack of precious jewels upon a staff that is greater than the axis of the all.

59. And the fish shall be sacrificed to Thee and the strong man crucified for Me, and Thou and I will kiss, and atone for the wrong of the Beginning; yea, for the wrong of the beginning

Oh holy day we’re really in it now✨ favorite of the year is with bold letters

[west-tokyo-incidents]

Demonologist AU

Because cohost is mcfucking dying.

Kia/Vice with a side of Rage/Paresse/Fussa

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"What th-- What the fuck is this? Hah, little bitch has done her research this time, huh? You really think these binding rings will hold me for more than an hour?"

"Research and a bit of backup. And an hour is more than plenty of time."

Another voice rings out before he can get a good look at his prey. He whips around and snarls at the unexpected guest. His eyes fall upon stark white hair, piercing green eyes, tattoos of sigils and binding spells burnt into pale skin. Pretty round tits sit just half hidden by a loose black shirt, sharply juxtaposed by the gaunt, angular face sat above them.

A growl draws his eyes away from the demonologist, and now he sees the two at their feet. One, feline in disposition and black in color, has her lips drawn back to display sharp golden fangs framing the ivory of others. Her eyes glow a golden brown, gold claws dig into the wooden floor. A succubus. The other is her opposite, stark white with vivid blue and silver decorating his canine-like form. An incubus. On both are collars, matching the one on their lounging master. Other demons, chained to a mortal.

Said mortal tilts his head back, "He'll be a bit tougher to break."

"Break? Me? Hah! Just because you got two sluts chained up means nothing. I will not be broken, much less bound, if that's what you think you're going to do." The spines on his back stiffen, extend from his back. Unfortunately, he is so caught in his prideful sneering that he doesn't feel the barriers shift, allowing the woman behind him to sneak up... and latch a collar around his throat. He lashes out, spinning around and catching her arm as she flees backwards. He charges the barrier and slams against it, demonic, needle-like teeth gnashing as the scent of her blood curls like a cat against his senses.

Her companion is up, coming over to help her up and apply pressure to the wounds.

His fury is deflated as the metal around his neck begins to heat up, "You better hope you got these sigils right..." He groans low, "You're not getting a second chance." He lifts his claws up to start scratching at it, hoping to ruin any engravings or paintings, but the outside surface is smooth, untouched. He shouts his frustration, now trying to claw at the inside of the collar without slitting his own throat. The sigils were engraved on the inside.

"Clever bitch." He breaks the decorative o-ring on the front. He twists the hinges, but they don't yield. The warmth continues to build. It doesn't burn, though. He huffs and turns to glare at them, his eyes meeting that of the two other demons, now lounged between the barriers and the mortals. He laughs, "Fine, you wanna fuck? I'll put a baby in you if that's what you want. I'll even let you keep this thing on me while I do it. After that, we go our own separate ways and we forget this whole little 'soul' deal, hm?"

He's met with silence. Neither mortal moves. He hears a snicker from the gold demon.

"Bargaining already? I thought you weren't going to be easy to break."

Infernal tongue hisses along his senses. The silver demon skitters away from the barrier with a laugh not unlike a hyena when he charges the barrier again. It holds steady, however.

"Well, you saved me the trouble of cutting my palm open." His prey speaks at last. He whips his head around to face her, finally taking her in. Her companion seems to have helped her chose her outfit, ritualistic embellishments on her dress saying such absolutely wicked things she couldn't have known, symbols meaning such lewd things no human would repeat them. He licks his teeth as he watches her press blood into a groove on her necklace. The collar grows warmer. It still doesn't burn.

Oh, it feels good. He knows what these sigils are for. Ancient ones, meant to fold a demon into the service of a human. Sigils taught to man by angels to assist them in an ancient holy war. These were meant for demons of lust. Each set of sigils were carved to give the gratification of different sins, each to lure different demons to serve. He was no lesser demon, though, he could resist this. He was not bound to one sin, one carnal pleasure.

He indulged himself in wrath instead. He clawed at the barriers, lashed out with insults towards the mortals, the demon slaves at their feet. He hesitated when he heard mumbling. His eyes focused on the grey-green of the woman he'd preyed upon as she stood a mere inch from the barrier. Infernal whisperings that urged the blood in her jewelry to dance along the ritualistic engravings. His golden-green eyes followed hers as she paced around. He watched her lips move, felt his body warm under her gaze.

"...you don't even know what you're saying, do you? Do you know what filth you're promising? What each hiss in the back of your throat means?" His voice is weaker than he wants it to be. How long has it been since she started? He turns and his knees threaten to buckle, "You can't possibly keep your end of this binding..."

She smiles, but keeps mumbling. Never once faltering, no matter how he distracted her. He growls and slams his shoulder against the barrier. A voice rose up, in time with her mumblings. The gold demon speaks with her sandpaper-rough tongue.

"I will bind your broken soul with mine. You will be at my command. I will stoke the fires of hell in your gut. I will use them for my own. You will not fight." The caged demon roars at her, "You will take nothing of mine. I will use your body as a tool. As a toy. As I please."

The silver one grins, the flash of lightning between his fangs.

"Your cock, your cunt, your mouth, your ass, your hands, you are but a weapon for my battles." Her tongue trips up. She cannot speak the next lines as her master hooks a finger in the rings of her own collar. One so ornately decorated and lovingly carved.

"She knows what she's saying." The low, tempered voice of the demonologist purrs, "There is no end for her to keep. This isn't a deal, and you know it." The succubus whimpers softly as her master starts mouthing at her neck, pulling her into their lap.

His name, his name comes from the mouth of the one he'd once intended to enslave himself and his knees give out beneath him at last. Her hands come through the barrier and cup his face. Even though he wants nothing more than to bite her hands off, he can't move. He's numbed from the words, her touch the only thing he can feel by comparison.

In infernal, she declares, "You. Are. Mine."

And he is. He doesn't know how many times she had to repeat the ritual. He should have paid closer attention. He should have been trying to distract more than just lash out. He never was good with words. He presses his palms to the barrier, panting softly.

"...Paresse, is it...?"

"It is. He would have eaten one of your hands if it wasn't nearly done."

Nearly. It isn't complete yet... He wants it to be complete. He wants her to make him hers. He presses up against the barrier, pressing into her hands, whimpering. She smiles at him and steps closer, entering the circle, and he moves back to let her. She pushed him with just the smallest amount of force and he understands her desire. He lays flat on his back, eyes wide and watching her. He can see the amazement on his mistress's face. All the things he had done her, and now he was pliant beneath her.

His tail lashed with need. His hips buck a little as she straddles his hips.

He hears a moan from across the room. No doubt the other human indulging in their own servants. But he only has eyes for her.

"Please..." He whispers, slit pupils blown wide. His golden-green irises only thin rings now. He takes in every detail of her, every pore, every little drop of sweat from her brow, every little crack in her lips. His heart thuds as she descends upon him. He wonders if this is how mortals he's fucked have felt about him. But only briefly. The very floor beneath him, concrete and rough, doesn't even concern him anymore.

His world is filled with her. Nothing else matters.