#blushberri

[passiberri]

Winter in Paris isn’t complete without @blushedtrait🗼❄️ 🤍

[passiberri]

I LOVE THISSSS. Lacey looks so gorgeous! 🤍 You really outdid yourself Karin, CAN I LIVE IN YOUR GAME PLEASE?

Flying business back to Tartosa. 🌅🌊

After her solo trip to Oasis Springs, Lacey decides to take a detour back home to Tartosa to reunite with her family, and a very special longtime friend.

[sharingoreozwithbeelfox]

Mammon naming his kids (Mamlings!) in The Fourth Realm

Mammon with his older son: I'm callin' this one Chattel, 'cause it means goods or assets! I'm rich just for havin' him! Mammon with his younger son: This one's Malcolm, Mal for short, 'cause it kinda makes ya think of my name! Mammon with his only daughter: ...Blushberry 🥺

[encreboueuse]

Ship ship ship - Blushberry 9/?

Vaati avait un secret. À vrai dire, il en avait plusieurs, dont la dangerosité variait, mais il n’était pas question d’eux pour le moment. En tant que prince du mal autoproclamé, chaque minute éveillée devait être passée à peaufiner son plan diabolique, sans exception. Mais aussi maléfique pouvait-il être, il restait un être-vivant avec des besoins, et ce fut à l’occasion de la satisfaction de…

[gingerbreadmonsters]

taking my time on this one bc i want to make it GOOD

[encreboueuse]

"Blushberry"

A little comic based on a convo i had with my bf

(Writing at the bottom on the 3rd panel says "gifting berries is seen as a very romantic gesture among the minish" if you cant read it)

[renslady]

[fandom-scatteredthoughtsonpaper]

This post is about the culinary and beverages of the Devildom. Not all of the foods and drinks are listed, because I have left out the foods that are either in the apps or limited foods for Special Guest. I also probably missed some, so I guess I might update this post if I come across any.

>>Drinks:

-Juices 🧃

Mutated pomegranate juice (Apparently, good for your skin)

Hell lemon juice

Grudge juice

-Dairy 🥛

Hell milk (makes you grow in massive size)

-Coffee ☕

Hell coffee

Lament coffee

Ultra-carbonated death coffee

Frappucino:

Blushberry frappucino

Dark hell mocha chip cream frappucino

-Soda 🥤

Hell cola

Hell soda

Bloody soda

-Energy drinks

Centillion Buzz (highly potent and can raise the dead)

-Tea 🍵🧋

Hell tea

Hell lemon tea

Second flush Darjeeling tea

Cheshire Cat Grass Tea (Incredibly rare)

Types of bufo egg milk tea:

Bufo egg milk tea

Hell poison honey flavor

-Alcohol 🍶🍷

Cemetery tequila

Demonus: (many variations;; I didn't save those because I didn't think about Demonus having different types like editions or aging versions)

Cowboy Demonus

Blue Demonus

Red Demonus

Cocktails:

Siren's Song

>>Food:

-Appetizers and side foods 🍟🍟

Devil nuggets

Deep-fried devil zebra

666 french fries (not a size, that's the name)

Black tornado fries

Bat giblet saute

-Breads, burgers, and sandwiches 🍔🥪

Midnight biscuits

Double poison cheeseburgers

Gigadeath burger

4000-year-aged cheeseburger

Destroyed devil burger

Fried scorpion sandwiches with vinegar and tartar sauce

Black tapir sandwich

Devil ham sandwich

BLT Devil sandwich

Devildom-style vampire bat sandwich

Red spider sandwich

Hotter than hot toasted sandwich

-Veggies, fruits, and nuts 🥑🍒

Dark shadow sea cucumber

Poisoned hemlock

Flaming hot mushrooms

Glazed shadow chestnuts

Shadow banana

Shadow cherries

Wailing pepper

Bloody oranges

Bloody avocado

Hell lemons

-Devil crush (I don't know if these are a type of fruit or juice/drink, so it's getting its own segment)

Cherry

Watermelon

Mango

-Seafood 🍣🍣

Demonkiller remora meuniere

Hell tuna

Stonefish meuniere with Little Devil's white sauce

Live poison anglerfish (Be careful with that...)

Stuffed dark kraken

Types of sushi:

Shadow hog and devil salmon rolled sushi

Grilled vampire bat and bufo toad sushi

Devil zebra meat sushi

Devil moray sushi

-Soups 🍜🥣

Vjedogonian bile soup

Quetzalcoatl brains soup

Shadow viper soup

Shadow cream stew

Ramen:

Hell soy sauce flavored ramen cup

Vanilla pork fat seafood with extra devil's chili peppers ramen cup (What the actual hell, Mammon...)

Shadow miso ramen (packed with veggies!)

Quetzalcoatl brains flavored ramen cup

-Dips, sauces, and condiments 🍯

Hell poison honey

Demi-glace sauce

Blood chocolate sauce

Death's Door sauce

Death's Door hot sauce

Flamingo gecko sauce

Hellfire mushroom sauce

Sauce of the undead

Garlic anchovy dip (Eeewewew, understandable why Diavolo doesn't like it)

Purgatory mustard

Hell mustard

Shadow chestnut paste

Shadow wasabi

Revelation tomato puree

-Dinner foods 🍝🍛

Abyss slime pasta

Hellfire mushroom pasta

Shadow pork ragu pasta

Shadow goose meat and egg lasagna

Shadow hog meatballs

Mountain goat cheese pizza

Havoc devil ribs with bell peppers

Devil cabbage and shadow hog stir fry

Super spicy newt pot-au-feu

Grilled devil chicken over rice

-Dumplings 🥟🥟

Shadow hog dumplings

Midnight dumplings

Mandrake dumplings

Toxic shumai

-Pies, pastries, cakes, and sweets 🍡🥧

Hundred-eyed lizard pie

Hellfire mushroom pie

Hellfire chocolate pie

Bloody cherry pie

Sweet shadow-carred pie

Chocolate cursed smoked pie

Sorrowful black smoke chocolate pie

Cherry donuts

Demonus chocolate

Skull chocolate

Caramel shadow tart

Madam Scream's super sweet scones

Poison strawberry cheesecake crepes

Poison strawberry vile soultrap mille-feuille

Poison strawberry mille-feuille

Deadly poison strawberry shortcake

Poisonous cheesecake

Horror's Horror cheesecake

Angelic brownies

Poison strawberry pudding

Lunatic pudding

Aged magma butter cake

Ocean of clouds cake

Black cloud cake

Aquamarine cake

Cat's Eye cake

Cat's Eye chocolate cake

Demon eclairs

Underworld eclairs

Bloody Mont Blancs

Dragon's mark pie crust

Shadow croffles

Brimstone bavarian cream

Chocolate eggs with blood berry sauce

-Spices and powders

Indignation cinnamon

Corruption cardamom

Mandragora powder

Nightglow rosemary

-Junk foods and snacks 🍿🍫

Candy heart (Fizzes in your mouth)

Types of popcorn:

Tree sap popcorn

Lava salt popcorn

Magma butter popcorn

Death's Door popcorn

Devilbee popcorn

Fresh hell popcorn

-Simple foods

Pickled vampire bats

Blue rose crystal pickles

Chaos devil cider

Death scorpion syrup

Poison apple syrup

-Meats 🍖🥩

Smoked shadow hog

Flaming toad

Quetzalcoatl brains

Simmered behemoth's hind leg

Charred poison belly newt

Whole roast havoc devil

[moemoemammon]

(Start || Previous)

You have chosen: Won't alcohol make the burning worse?

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Beel turns the bottle your way to show the label, eyes sparkling with the interest his face doesn't show. The label reads "Blushberry Cider", and you vaguely remember seeing a frappuccino with a similar flavor being served at Headless Cafe.

But despite it sounding delicious, you fear it'll only amplify the inferno your mouth. Beel looks a little surprised, but he shakes his head.

"You're right, I didn't even think about that. It doesn't bother me much, but it's be rough for you, right? Then... let's just enjoy the cake together. I'm happy as long as I get to spend time with y-"

The door opens without warning and you remember that there's no such thing as privacy with the brothers around. Standing in the doorway is Belphegor, who hasn't said a word after barging in.

"Eh? Belphie? What's wrong?" Beel speaks up, but the Avatar of Sloth doesn't respond. Instead he silently approaches you, grabs your hand, and starts pulling you away from Beel and out of the room!

Now that you look a little closer... are his eyes closed?

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Poll ended!

(Continue...)

[kusatta]

HE SLURPS LOUDLY, enjoying the last bit of his blushberry frappuccino to the fullest. " what noise ? "

kusatta liked ❀ for a starter + any of your obey me ! muses !

"oh ! did you come out here because you heard that noise too?"

[lightvsdark18]

Things in the Devildom I want to try

Drinks

Blushberry Frappuccino

Chaos Devil Cider

Dark Hell Mocha Chip Cream Frappuccino

Hell Soda

Hell Tea

Hellfire Rose Tea

Little Devil Mango Slushy

Paradise Blue

Barbatos's Tea

Blood Strawberry Juice

Dark Ocean Hell Cocktail

Devil on the Beach

Mandragora Tea

Fluffy Hell Zakura Latte

Food

Black Tapir Roast

BLT Devil Sandwich

Fried Devil Chicken

Havoc Devil Ribs with Bell Peppers

Hellfire Curry Rice

Shadow Pork Ragu Pasta

Fried Shadow Bat

Borscht with Boiled Centaur Gizzard

Devil Flower and Demon Chrysanthemum Tempura

Shadow Goose Burger

Gigadeath Burger

Sweets

Babel Parfait

Black Cloud Cake

Barbatos's Signature Cake

ChocoCrunch

Demon Éclairs

Hellfire Chocolate Pie

Ghost Pumpkin Cream Puffs

Lunatic Pudding

Madam Scream's Macarons

Mango-Flavored Little Devil's Gelatin Parfait

Mystic White Peach Jelly

Ocean of Clouds Cake

Seven Berries Flavor Pudding

Angelic Brownies

Eclipse Mince Pie

Hell Pancakes

Poison Apple, Putrid Pineapple, and Shadow Berry Pie

Seven-Colored Cake

Bloodberry and Gloom Chocolate Ice Cream

Snacks

Black Potato Tornado Fries

Candy Hearts

Comfort Candy

Demon Zebra Churros

"Door To Insanity" Combo

Sun and Moon Cookies

Three-Worlds Dango

Devil Nuggets

Spicy Newt Chips

Underworld popcorn

Devilbee Honey flavored popcorn

Akuber

Hero's Herbal Tea

Sweet Tears Donuts

Donut Say Goodbye

Red Riding Hood Sandwich

Haunted Hamburgers

Crazy Ghoul Hamburger

Queen's Black Rose Cake

Queen's Red Rose Cake

Arctic Ice Cream

Monsoon Ice Cream

Savana Ice Cream

I was looking at a list of everything and just decided to make a post about it.

[lysmune]

Promises of

      A thousand things that she believes the Demon Prince to be, and a thousand times he proves her wrong.

(Diavolo/F!Reader)

     Promises of a painful, slow death is what she believes he’ll give her, but a radiant smile dispels her fears. With liquid ambrosia for eyes and vermillion-struck hair, she’s never seen someone so intimidating, so contrary.

     “I hope your year in the Devildom is a great one!” the stranger chirps, loud and booming, and friendly.

     “Thank you,” is all she manages.

     Promises of a scornful, prideful visage  is what she believes is his flair, but he bears no ill-will towards the hubris of humanity. A thousand lights splayed below the balcony, a gaze set onto the distant future, graced by the soft glow of hope, he tells her that he wishes for peace, more than anything.

     “Don’t all you demons despise us?” she piques and he laughs deeply, sonorous in the never ending darkness.

     “Maybe, but I,” and he turns to look at her with a gentleness that she’s never thought to find in a hell-spawned man, “I find human souls, flawed as they are, beautiful.”

     Promises of friendship is what she believes would be the farthest thing possible, but when he calls her in invitation to see the black roses blooming in his greenhouse, she finds that maybe, it isn’t the most far-fetched situation.

     “Look!” he exclaims excitedly, pointing towards a small bird, tufted in crimson, its winding onyx tail fluttering as it perches itself on the flower’s stem. “It’s a black-tailed canary. It’s a bird native to the Devildom.”

     “How pretty,” she comments, watching the bird fixate its beady eyes on her before it takes off into flight.

     Lord Diavolo chuckles beside her. “Seeing such lovely things up close really does lift my spirits,” he murmurs in awe, in wonder, underscored by a melancholia she can’t quite fathom.

     In response, she presses her hand on his shoulder, humming in agreement; he simply smiles.

     Promises of gold is what she believes would catch his fancy, but his curiosity lies in the fleeting moments caught in polaroids. From swirling pink blossoms to the grin of an aquarium’s beluga, to the cascading reds of a maple autumn and a white winter’s falling snow; he finds joy in all these.

     “This is my favourite,” he notes fondly and she leans over to look at the object of his attraction. It is the simple snapshot of a summer daybreak, the first light of dawn. “The sun never rises here in the Devildom, so I’ve always been curious about it. Your world’s truly blessed.”

     How the Underworld’s Prince is so much of an optimist, she’d probably never know, but it warms her to see him so full of life.

     When he passes the picture back to her, she shakes her head and, with more than a little uncertainty, presses her fingers against his hand.

     “Keep it,” she insists. “Consider it a gift for the hospitality you’ve shown me.”

     Promises of an uneventful night is a relatively easy feat, she believes, but the seven brothers prove her wrong when she’s crowned the guest of honour. They shower her with neatly wrapped gifts, words of gratitude and a group hug so earnest it moves her to tears.

     They take turns dancing with her tonight, seven brothers gliding through seven different musical pieces. Mammon steps up into a bold, thrilling hustle; Leviathan sways with unusual confidence in a jazzy foxtrot; Satan twirls her into a fittingly passionate tango; Asmodeus sweeps her around in an excelsior schottische; Beelzebub rounds a blustering, grinning quickstep; Belphegor drifts into a draping, dreamy carousel and Lucifer, unsurprisingly, leads her gracefully into a viennese waltz.

     What does surprise her, however, is when the Prince comes up to her, requesting her for a dance. “If you’re not too tired, of course.”

     She smiles and places her hand atop his, letting his fingers curl around hers. “No, it would be my honour,” is all it takes for him to capture her breath in a slow, seamless waltz that lasts a beat longer than it should.

     Promises of a shrinking distance isn’t what she foresaw, but he is insistent in having her company, which she, admittedly, isn’t too bothered about. He greets her jovially when he meets her in front of AkuDonald’s, dressed down in a maroon Oxford shirt and beige khakis, a pair of shades completing his look; she wonders if that’s his way of avoiding attention.

     As they both stand in line, he strikes up polite conversation, questioning her how she’s been, how her classes are going, how she’s finding RAD and the seven brothers, and she is, quite frankly, genuinely surprised by how much she’s come to enjoy the entire affair. He’s about to answer when they hit the front of the line, a tired looking demon snippily asking for their order.

     Like always, she goes for the fried shadow goose AkuBurger, the six-pack AkuGizzards and a blushberry slushie. He takes a little more time deciding, but eventually settles for the Hellfire DoubleAkuBurger and a Blackburn coffee before he insistently pays for their meal. Tipping her head down in thanks, she takes the tray and leads him towards a relatively private corner in the joint where he tucks into his lunch undisturbed.

     “Do you come here often?” he prompts and she shrugs, swallowing her food down.

     “Enough,” she responds. “The food here is generally safe for me to not die from.”

     He chuckles. “Not a fan of Devildom cuisine?”

     “Just not nearly as bold to eat something with ‘Double Poison’ tacked onto it,” she explains. Catching him eyeing her gizzards, she picks one up in between her fingers and offers it to him. “They’re good.”

     Leaning forward, without so much of a warning, he takes it from her hand with his teeth and she stiffens, embarrassed, unsure if he’s being serious or just messing with her, or if he’s just dense.

     “You’re right,” he answers, happily smiling as he licks his lips, “they are.”

     She tries not to think about it too hard, simply nodding in agreement before they pass the rest of the time with small-talk, light banter and the never-ending cringe of dad jokes so terrible she has to laugh at each one. Once they’ve finished and exited the premises, he thanks her for her time today, smiling as he always does.

     “I had a lot of fun,” she gladly admits, to which he hums, pleased.

     “I did, too,” he reciprocates and then, a little less playfully, a little more seriously, “If it’s alright with you, let me walk you home.”

     “You don’t -“

     “I want to,” he assures, insists. “I enjoy your company and I’d like us to spend more time together.”

     She warms at his boldness, more evident today than any other, at the way he tentatively reaches for her hand in consent, in invitation, and she accepts it with a nod. With a smile that crinkles his eyes and a careful hold, he leads her back to the House of Lamentation.

     Promises of constant contact is something she’s sure he isn’t one to keep, especially given his consistently packed schedule, but when she’s back in the Human World, her D.D.D rings most often with his name.

     He fills her days with updates on work, on Lucifer’s increasingly baggy eyes, lamenting at how much less bright the Devildom is without her.

     “You’re being dramatic,” she chuckles as she picks up a carton of eggs. “It’s not that bad.”

     “No, it is,” he implores with a huff. “The brothers miss you, including Lucifer, even if he denies it. Teasing him is no fun anymore,” he protests and she clicks her tongue at him. There’s a pause before a sigh, then, “I’m not being honest here.”

     “No?”

     “No,” he repeats; “I miss spending my time with you, I miss being able to see you, I miss talking to you in person. I miss you; I miss you a lot.”

     She runs her fingers through her hair and oh, fuck, he really shouldn’t spring these things onto her. She’s sure he can hear her heart over the phone when it’s this loud.

     Tightening her grip on the trolley’s handle, she responds with an, “I miss you, too.”

     Promises of staying away are best upheld because they’re the smarter option, the safer option, but when she’s back in the Devildom, she‘s compelled to see him again. Barbatos directs her to his study, knocking on the door before he leaves her by the room just as Lord Diavolo lets her in.

     The wind is knocked right out of her chest when he scoops her into a tight hug and she eases into his arms, burying her face into his chest. He smells faintly of warm spice and agarwood, of a familiarity she’s sorely longed for.

     “I’m glad you’re back,” he whispers, the hint of a tremble in his voice.

     “I am, too.”

     Promises of subtlety is a given, she believes, but he hasn’t much thought for it when he clasps a golden bracelet onto her wrist. It is a simple chain, studded with tiny opals, and much too lavish for someone who’s come here as an exchange student.

     “This is a little excessive, don’t you think?” she asks, raising a brow as she fiddles with the accessory, to which he frowns.

     “Do you not like it?” he inquires and she shakes her head.

     “No, I do,” she assures, and she really does. It’s a beautiful piece of jewellery, it’s just that, “I’m not quite sure if I’m so deserving of such things.”

     At that, he takes her hand, pulling her a little closer. “You are,” he affirms softly, gently lacing his fingers with hers. “Let me be a little selfish.”

     She chuckles. “You’re being selfish by giving me a gift?”

     “No,” he replies as he levels her with a crackling, sparking gaze and her heart skips a beat. “I’m being selfish because I want you to myself.”

     Promises of indulgence are what she believes to be a demon’s domain, but he simply holds her in his arms most nights, content with the simple pleasure of having her there with him, of talking to her, of hearing her say his name without the formalities.

     “You’re not anything like I thought a demon would be,” she muses as he hugs her tighter from behind, letting her head rest on the line of his shoulder.

     He chuckles, pressing his lips to hers sweetly, briefly. “No?”

     “I expected them to be a little more ...” she trails off in search for a word, then, “churlish.”

     “I can be,” he mumbles while he lazily nibbles at her ear, patterns kisses into her jaw and the exposed column of her neck. “I’m just being polite.”

     She hums. “Maybe.”

     “You don’t think so?”

     “No,” she responds with a peck to his cheek, hand coming up to the side of his head, pulling him closer against her. “I think you’re just a touch holy.”

     His skims her skin with tongue and teeth, breaths warm, chuckling as he does. “You’re bold to say that to the Prince of Hell.”

     Promises of a Lord unshaken is what she believes the demons see, but behind all the closed doors, he bares his vulnerability to her against the starless, perpetual nights.

     “Do you want to talk, Diavolo?” she asks. He’s silent for a moment before he offers his hand to her. She takes it and he pulls her to his side, letting his arm drape down to hold her at her waist.

     Overlooking the city sprawled under him, he sighs. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing the right thing,” he confesses under his breath, the uncertainty wavering his voice. “I want peace between all the realms, but do they? Do my people?”

     "You don’t think they want that?”

     “We’re demons. War is within our very nature,” he states simply, pressing her a little closer to him. “A few of us are fallen angels, others human, but most demons were born here, and all of us are vengeful, resentful creatures,” he murmurs; she says nothing. “The fallen angels want nothing to do with the Celestial Realm, the human-turned-demons carry over their hate and the rest of us have just always had a taste for destruction.

     “For most of us, we’ve always felt like the two worlds looked at us with nothing but contempt. When Heaven smites an angel unruly, they’re punished into being a devil; when humans talk about eternal torture, we’re the very picture of it. Demons are a proud folk, we give back the respect we’ve been shown, but when everyone has only ever hated us, what is there to be but bitter? And the cycle keeps going, it has for the last thousands of centuries.”

     “I’m sorry,” is all she can offer and he chuckles.

     “Please, it’s alright,” he assures with a smile, though it’s wearied with the burdens of a leader. “I’m just ... wondering.”

     She isn’t sure what to say to him, if she can even comfort him. She’s no angel, or demon, and even as a human, she’s never been a particular occult; she’s just an exchange student who lacks understanding of the tension’s nuance.

     “Look, hey,” she starts, “I know I’m not the best person to say it, but your people respect you. They might squabble with Heaven or us humans, but they’ve put their trust in you; otherwise, in all honesty, I think they’d have just eaten me and Solomon alive.”

     He cracks a small, tiny smile at that.

     “You needed mutual agreement between all the realms for this exchange program, and you did it. If that tells me anything, it’s that they’re probably tired of all the fighting, too,” she surmises. He laughs, just barely, before he bends down to kiss her forehead, letting it linger.

     When he pulls away, he says, “Thank you, that helped.”

     “Did it?”

     He hums. “A little,” he responds, loosening his grip on her. “I need to be alone for a while, is that okay?”

     “Take all the time,” she answers. Placing a quick kiss onto his cheek, she turns on her heel and walks away. Comforting demon royalty isn’t something she’s good at, and maybe she never will be, but space? Space is something she can give him.

     Promises of ‘unto death do us part’ is tradition, the idea of a romance that spans the fire of life until it’s snuffed out by a swing of the scythe, but she believes that mortality is fickle to him. A being of a thousand years that will live on for a thousand more, and she fills in the mere potential century; a year for him is a decade for her.

     Yet here he is, knotting the string of his life to her in promise. “Make a pact with me,” he declares, bringing her hand up to his lips, kissing her knuckles as though she were royalty.

     Her breath hitches. “Diavolo.”

     “Let me be yours,” the demon pleads, yearns, longs and she’s a little taken aback by the openness of it all.

     “You don’t have to,” she says but he surges, drawing her in.

     “I want to,” he asserts, unyielding, though she’s still unconvinced.

     An act of binding. That’s what it means to be tied down to a contract, and she knows full well what the consequences are, for the both of them, should any of them trespass their terms. With the seven brothers, she did as the situation demanded, but with Diavolo, there’s absolutely nothing that warrants it.

     He seems to sense her unease, because he squeezes her hand, brings her closer. “It’ll be fine,” he assures; “Let me show you what you mean to me.”

     “I know where I stand with you,” she tells him as she raises a hand to cup his cheek.

     “Do you?” he asks in rhetoric, pressing his lips against her pulse, eyes locking onto hers. “You needn’t ask and I’d gladly give a century of my life for you, freely offer you my soul, and even if you love me less, leave me for a human, I’d regret none of it.”

     She swallows his words when he presses his lips to hers, wholly engulfed by the sincerity of it all. Gentle as always, tender as always, and none of the demon she’d thought he’d be, his hand coming up to caress her face. He leaves her lightheaded, breathless, forehead touching hers, the warmth between them near unbearable.

     “I trust you, utterly and entirely; let me show you that I do,” he murmurs and she clasps her hands behind his neck, her lips hovering above his.

     “Nothing I say will change your mind, will it?”

     He chuckles. “I’m afraid not.”

     Promises of sacrifice and loyalty, they aren’t taken lightly by the laws of a contract, but he pledges himself anyway, so readily and so staunchly she almost falters.

     In reverence, he traces the mark - his mark - that runs from her shoulder and coils around her arm, marvelling at the sight of it. “Was it painful?” he asks as he glances to her, worry underscoring his words.

     She shrugs and offers him a smile in hopes it’ll reassure him. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

     Leaning in to thumb a kiss to her clavicle, he chuckles low. “Sometimes I forget you’ve made pacts with the seven strongest demons here,” he says and the pride in his voice makes her chest swell.

     “Eight,” she corrects while she cards her fingers through his hair, trailing the curl of his horns, eliciting a quiet, pleased hum from him.

     “Eight,” he repeats in satisfaction before he lifts his head up to meet her and she, emboldened, enraptured, captures his lips in fervour.

     Agarwood and warm spice, she drinks the taste of him, smoky lapsang and carbon ashen. He spills her name into her mouth, once more into the spellbound night when she punctures a soft bite into the juncture of his neck, a hymnic praise that makes her feel nothing less of otherworldly. He almost - almost - whines when she pulls away, chuckling as she does.

     Under her, he’s nothing short of breathtaking, with topazes for eyes and vermillion hair, and dark skin marked by black, steeped in gold. Triangular patterns of red hiss around his throat, the newly formed pact pulsing with magic and she trails her fingers across them, enamoured.

     “You’re beautiful,” she finds herself professing and he lets out a quiet laugh, Adam’s apple bobbing under her touch, the sound reverberating.

     “I’m all yours,” he surrenders and she’s touched, honoured by the sincerity of his proclamation. “I will be until you say I no longer am.”

     “And I, yours,” she promises before she laces her fingers with his and kisses him once more.

[angelssfeathers]

Blushberry for the nickname thing >=3

-🔫🐍

Oh gee, i wonder who this is 🤨

[blushedtrait]

AAAAH this is so well done and ofc the queen Lucy is slaying as always! So excited for this 🤍

Lucy on instagram 📸

[crystaldollhouse]

May CAS Challenge: Day 13

Blushberry Quartz

I went for a more rosy quartz and I think she turned out quite cute!

[prophetrick]

RP Loot-Edible Fruit/Veggies, Part 1

Continuing from the other loot page. Here’s the source link, should anyone need it for their own purposes: X These may be found in a demon/goblin market, or in the spirit world. Yasuhiro may have some familiarity with these. Not all of them, of course.

Bloodroot: A  fruit-like root that, when infused like tea, produces a narcotic effect  on vampire-like beings. Headcanon: Also works on parasitic-like beings. Sold at high prices at black markets internationally. Cocorange:  One fruit has massive seeds are about the same size and shape as a football, with a hard outer shell. They grow in tropical and subtropical climes and contain pulpy, fibrous, citrus flesh that can be eaten raw, squeezed  for its juice or cooked. When consumed, it produces a mild  intoxication, equivalent to about one shot of liquor. Coralscalp: Harvested from under the waves where a portal to the spirit  realm and the ocean meet, one fruit resembles kelp from a distance. Only close inspection reveals  it to be made up of long, fine, hair-like fibers. When dried and smoked, this kelp-like fruit bolsters charisma and self-esteem for 12 hours. Afterward, the consumer suffers terrible hallucinations.  Headcanon: This can be abated by “appeasing” the plant, but the method for doing so isn’t clearly known. Jarmyn Fruit:  A fruit that temporarily negates the effects of fatigue. This can be stacked with each dose, but each dose increases the number of days the consumer will need to shake off the effects. The leaves can be used for the same purpose. Headcanon: “Dose”=small, candy-sized blue, bulbous berries.  Jennyapple: Twisted, dark-spotted fruits which grow from a large shrub. When the  skin is pierced, it reveals a jennystone inside and produces a foul-smelling liquid that lingers for 24 hours. Jennystones are the hard  seeds, incredibly bitter to the taste. Their smell is so foul and so pervasive that anyone capable of smelling within a  five-yard diameter is rendered incapable of smell. Headcanon: Highly sought-after for their medicinal properties, rumored to cure maladies  related to the stomach, liver, and damage done by supernatural forces. Sells for a high price. Nightcap:  Makes the consumer lethargic and halves their speed. Botanists and those with similar experiences can tell the difference between it and its “cousin”, buglewart. Slumberberries:  These small, dark green berries are extremely sour, growing on parasitic  vines in clumps of 5 or 6. Eaten raw, they cause drowsiness. If the consumer was sleepy to begin with, they will fall into a deep, dreamless sleep. Boiled, however, they produce a tea that will cause  horrible, vivid nightmares often involving torture or other grievous  physical harm. Trenchmint:  This cross-breed of coupnettle and pitmoss is a highly invasive, rapidly  spreading weed which appears as a delicate-stemmed plant with curling  violet leaves. Walking through it releases a sharp, minty odor which  will cost the consumer some willpower but will grant them an increase in  a mental skill the consumer was thinking about at the time, or a  random mental skill of the mun’s choosing. When the effects  of the trenchmint wear off, the muse is lethargic. Doubly so if sloth is  one of the muse’s vices. Bloodbane:  A pale yellow lichen that tends to grow in damp conditions, it can be  dried and ground and then mixed in with other foods. Bloodbane prevents  the blood from clotting as it should, a single dose causing stomach  cramps or minor internal bleeding for 24 hours. Consumed more than once,  it prevents bone marrow from producing new blood and will cause massive  internal hemorrhaging. Flour-Of-One-Hour/Tiger Mallow:  Appearing in hot, humid areas of the hedge, this tropical-looking flower  looks first like a thistle before unfolding into a black,  trumpet-shaped bloom with a fiery center. It blooms for only one hour  each day, but not on any sort of a predictable schedule. Those with at least some skill in botany may brew it into a tea during its  blooming time that has a fiery quality that makes the skin feel  sunburned  and inflames passions and, when drunk, allows the character to  proficiency to physical strength or stamina for an hour. If more is  consumed they feel drained and suffer lethargy until they have slept for 8 full hours. If drunk after the hour has passed, it has a  chilling effect and tastes of anise. Fuguespores:  These brown spores grow on the briars of the hedge and when ingested  they grow inside the intestines, pushing through internal walls and  releasing toxins into the blood. Over time, the target develops  hallucinations and/or dizzy spells. The fungus is capable of spreading into the body, and if it takes root in the brain it will destroy the  character's memories and leave him in a fugue state, sometimes leading  to a coma or permanent brain damage. Serpent Gourd:  A long gourd with a shiny black exterior, serpent gourd grows high up on  tangled, woody vines spiked with cruel thorns as long as a man's finger  and is thus extremely difficult to harvest. When split open, its white  flesh comes apart in ropy-strands. If boiled with a fistful of its own  thorns, then strained, it produces a clear, syrupy fluid with a bitter  taste which affords the consumer some skill in dream divination.  Headcanon: While the effects are temporary, continued exposure may leave  the consumer unable to distinguish between reality, the spirit realm  and their visions. Can become addictive. Not recommended in large  quantities. Amaranthine: Small, red eggplant-like plant. Used to deal damage dealt by supernatural forces. Chu Chu Clum: Growing in grassland areas of the the spirit world, the stalks of this bamboo-like grass are filled with a blood-red liquid that tastes of sour  limes. Potently intoxicating, a half a teaspoon is enough to cause extreme intoxication, making the consumer happily drunk. For the next  hour the consumer is more adept in social settings, but suffers a noticeable detriment to their dexterity and intelligence. Cousin's Trumpet: A scentless, yellow, trumpet-shaped flower growing in jungle-like  areas of the spirit world, when steeped as a tea in the human world it has a  potent hallucinogenic effect. The consumer who partakes of such tea  experiences powerful hallucinations that extend to most all the senses  for an hour, generally (but not always) feeling euphoric and one with  universe, during which the consumer is subject to their physical skills being diminished; when the effect  ends,the consumer recovers some small measure of resolve. Consuming the tea within the spirit world does not cause hallucinations, but instead increases their psychoactive control of the supernatural and astral. Fear Gortach ("Hungry Grass"): Makes the consumer famished, but will only only crave the fruit. Glutinous characters will be have a harder time shaking off the effects of this fruit. Headcanon: Effects typically last for an hour. Judas Yew Berries: Growing in spirit deserts, the small red berries of the Judas Yew tree  are poisonous, causing a some lethal damage which cannot be avoided. However, this allows the consumer to go three times as  long without food or drink with no further ill effect. Nevernip: A hybrid of blushberries and Fear Gortach and appearing as purple berries, they heal but cause the same insatiable hunger for them that  Hungry Grass does. If the consumer has eaten Nevernip or Hungry Grass in the past, they will have to hold themselves back from eating more nevernip. Glutinous characters will be have a harder time shaking off the effects of this fruit.  Pitt Moss: Resembles rubbed sage and has a pungent taste. When consumed in large quantities, it causes overwhelming sloth. When consumed fresh from the field, it causes crippling boredom in the consumer. Babel Gum: A lichen-like growth in urban areas of the hedge, babel gum tastes of anise and has the texture of a dried-out marshmallow. Chewing on babel gum prevents the character from reading or making heads or tails of any written word, but allows them to understand any language spoken around  them. The effects last for one day.. Bloodapple: Shaped like a slightly distorted apple of deep crimson splotched with reddish-purple, its tough skin hides cloyingly sweet, juicy flesh the color of fresh blood with a tight, pit-like cluster of seeds at its center. Consuming a bloodapple changes one point of supernatural damage to lethal damage, though the consumer may only benefit from this once per day.