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[ SMILE ]: the sender (who hasn't been smiling up until they actually see the receiver in front of them) lights up with a smile as they greet the receiver. @dvilsdesire
꧁ @dvilsdesire ╱╱ HARLEEP
⸻ Lorroakan's social battery was quickly drained, so he wasn't particularly fond of social gatherings. He never had been. However, with PRESTIGE came certain obligations, and as the new Master of Ramazith's Tower, he had to make an appearance at an event hosted by a city patriarch he cared little about.
Despite his disdain for such events, he relished the opportunity to regale high society with tales of his remarkable achievements ( not necessarily lies, but greatly exaggerated ) , speaking with grand gestures and a tone dripping with smug self-righteousness.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ"...and so, in my benevolence, I decided to take on a refugee from Elturel as an apprentice. Some of my peers questioned my sanity for taking on a hellion, but I don't share their narrow-minded prejudices," he droned on about his graciousness when his attention was drawn to someone approaching ; a smile lighting up the stranger's face in a way Lorroakan found... peculiar.
He didn't recognize this person, and none of the four people he was conversing with seemed to know him either.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe wizard regarded the stranger with a scrutinizing look, his smile fake polite. "It seems word of my achievements has drawn yet another keen mind. Well, do introduce yourself."
A PROMPT LIST.
#dvilsdesire#/ Lorri trying to get a gold medal for being “so progressive” and “totally not a bigot”#/ this is gonna be great#/ i can feel it in my split ends
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your heart is racing. @dvilsdesire
"SOOOOO... WHAT IF WE KISSED...?" PROMPTS
@dvilsdesire A grumble. A sigh. Before finally, she speaks - looking petulant about it. " That's because your face is way too damn close to mine. You ain't ever heard of personal space? Or are you looking to get hit? "
#dvilsdesire#katya is totally normal and knows how to normal react when someone hot wants to kiss her totally#not aggressive at all LMAO#that or she thinks people getting close it to hurt her#no trust issues here nope
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have you ever thought about what it might feel like to kiss me? (I'm so sorry lol @dvilsdesire )
@dvilsdesire || Make her squirm
Had she thought-
Alaara blinked and briefly curled her lip at Haarlep. Sure, she had thought of it simply out of curiosity. She had wondered how cursed it would be to kiss him. What dastardly contract would one enter if they did so? What lingering effects would come over her if that ever occurred for some godforsaken reason?
"Yes," she replied. "But not in the way you are probably thinking."
"Do you bewitch anyone that kisses you? Do they end up wrapped around your hellish finger for eternity?"
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@dvilsdesire from here.
She enjoys his warmth, the burn of it is rather pleasant and as she sits down in his lap, she pushes herself up against him to seek out more of that warmth. She's thrown each leg over each thigh to effectively straddle him and more easily tug at his horns.
Murder Queen. She likes that. It shows in the way black painted lips quirk in a grin, teasing and playful as her nhuman eyes lock with his.
Bored indeed.
Either he entertains her or she goes and murders somebody, it really is that simple.
The feeling of his claws at her neck causes her breath to hitch in her throat - not out of fear but out of excitement.
"Don't be a coward, little incubus. If you are going to threaten me with those claws the least you can do is use them." She tilts her head, pushing her throat into those claws, slowly forcing his claws to pierce here skin.
Sharp gasp leaves parted lips at the initial sting, blood pours from the tiny wounds and she relishes in the feel of it.
She's interested in his ideas, though, so she doesn't push too much further. "I'm listening."
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@dvilsdesire cont from ask bc i want allll the things mwahahaha
"Please?" She snorted softly. "I thought you'd be positively salivating by now...aren't you hungry? Is there not an ever present ache there that only a rampage can quell? Is this not making things difficult for you, seeing me so close?" Elyria batted her eyelashes. "Please...do come closer...." He wanted to play a game, did he? Thought she wasn't polite enough, did he? Well, now she'd become the very picture of the word.
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@dvilsdesire sent:
Haarlep looked the woman up and down. "Very down to earth, I see." Was that an insult? Possibly. "What brings you here, to my play pen, druid?"
Jaheira’s fingers stilled on the spine of an old tome she was browsing through at the Devil's Den as a familiar voice drifted over, each word laced with something as close to disdain as it was… amusement? A brow arched, she smirked without turning. "Oh, Raphael. Out for a leisurely stroll, are you? Funny, I thought devils had better things to do than loiter."
But as she turned, her smirk faltered. The figure had Raphael’s features — his sharp cheekbones, his ever-calculating eyes — but there was something askew. Too fluid, too… exaggerated, like he was wearing Raphael's skin as a costume and thoroughly enjoying the act. Jaheira’s eyes narrowed, her posture shifting subtly as she took in this peculiar devil. “You’re not Raphael,” she said, coolly. Her eyes lingered on the creature’s smirk, inevitably noticing how differently he wore it. "So who exactly am I graced with?"
#[ ❧ — interactions 》 haarlep ]#dvilsdesire#hiiii#I was following you from the other blog but never got the courage to send anything sorry :(#I'm shy lol
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@dvilsdesire sent a prompt:
"what do you want? you can tell me."
The man really did have a sense of providing Connor a sense of ease. Oozing charisma, truly. Or maybe it's the fact that the confession the undead so badly wants to scream out isn't something that he can easily do.
"Flesh."
Not just any flesh. Living flesh. Literally. A deep, deep hunger.
"I crave flesh. I crave the living."
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for @dvilsdesire | from [X]
Even after a long day of healing in the temple's infirmary and working his hands raw in the rebuilding efforts, Zevlor's spine straightened and shoulders squared. Not only because there was a stranger in his rooms, but because he recognized enough of the scent around them to be on guard. A subdued part of him was also, briefly, godsdamned exhausted.
Zevlor rested a hand on the pommel of one sword, a couple fingers loosely curling round the haft. Just in case.
"I can't claim you're a welcome visitor," he remarked, as taut as his posture and cautious as his gaze. "But you're also not a familiar one. Are you a messenger, or here of your own volition?"
#ic#rp#dvilsdesire#[hope this is okay!! i was just too intrigued to see how zevlor might handle haarlep lmao]
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There's a book sitting on Astarion's table with a little note. "I found this book about vampires in Raphael's library. It's terribly cliche and dramatic. Naturally, I thought of you. Enjoy! <3
~ Love Haarlep @dvilsdesire
(It's Twilight)
@dvilsdesire et tu, owl? Et tu?
Usually Astarion delved into books without substance. A perfect combination given the summary on the back... but hells below it was worse. So, so much worse. He emerged from his tent when he finished reading.
"Oh no! Yet another romantic, idyllic fantasy about vampires. Haarlep, I'd much rather you'd find me a novel I can at least enjoy." He handed the book back. Otherwise it would end up in the fire. "If your library has the next issue of the Warden and the Wanton Prisoner series, well I'd be all for it."
#dvilsdesire#Haarlep giving him the keys to the terrible terrible kingdom#Now he knows how others feel when he reads out the terrible smut novels.
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❝ you’re adorable even when you’re teasing me. ❞ @dvilsdesire
baldur's gate 3 starters
his gaze remains looking forward for a moment, and he draws it out, until he slowly turns to look at the other, head tilted slightly down. are you kidding me? he makes a grimace, followed by rolling his eyes as he turns his head away from them again.
"i'm not teasin' you," he squints, holding one long black fingernail to point at them, "i'm bein' rude on purpose. there's a difference."
#dvilsdesire#sorry about him but i can explain#he's a warlock of mephisto n the relationship aint good#idk if he'd know about haarlep but i'll leave that up to u tbh#mephisto is amay's toxic dad </3
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Katya now suffers the effect of Hellish Heartburn. Caused by biting and swallowing fiend blood. Effect lasts 24 hours or until long rest. @dvilsdesire
UNPROMPTED FROM BITING HARLEEP // @dvilsdesire
Lays down and dies dramatically.
Just kidding. She actually makes one of her pack write Harleep a letter ( she can't write or read ).
Dear Harleep
Worth the heartburn.
Love, Katya.
#dvilsdesire#katya would be so dramatic about it#and would NOT learn her lesson#Harleep. ( @dvilsdesire ) // &&. SAILS. Two cats. One yarn.
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“ okay, so you’re a monster. so am i. lets be monsters together." @dvilsdesire
"What is it you want from us?" The drider looks down at the devil skepticism clear in their voice. They were used to the words by now, even if he could still feel the twinge of anger bubble under his skin, a simmer compared to what it had once been.
Still, even his shattered mind knew that devils weren't to be trusted. They did not approach unless they wanted something, and Kar'niss was much past the point of having anything left to give.
"We-- I have nothing for you."
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"Is that the smell of burnt flesh? Excellent. This is your fault, greyling."
#dash comm#orin supports harleep's and raphael's wrongs#in the background like FUCK YEAH FIREBALL THEM!!#believe it or not this is the most sane thing she's ever said#dvilsdesire#fiendishfinesse
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"Halsin, what if I told you that I was a very affectionate incubus? That I needed a set of big, strong arms to keep me safe at night now that I am so very lonely." Because someone killed his boyfriend... @dvilsdesire
@dvilsdesire Halsin is not apologizing for the death of Haarlep's devil vibrator.
Attention drawn to the potions and poultices he was making to restock the store, Halsin didn't even bother to look up. He sent a silent prayer to the Oakfather. This must be the god testing his patience. "Hmm. You're capable of magic feats. You can conjure a familiar or two that would fit your needs."
The potions were more interesting to him than holding a devil.
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( ℒ𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 📜 ) ⸻ // @dvilsdesire: » Brushing of hands from Raphael as he hands him a book or something but entirely on purpose and to lure Lorroakan in @dvilsdesire 👀👀
send in " brushing of hands "
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"RAPHAEL," HE SAID, his voice low, barely containing his excitement. "You have truly outdone yourself..." Hazel eyes glinted with exhilaration as Raphael presented him with a tome containing well-guarded secrets about a topic Lorroakan had harbored an interest in for quite some time — the Shadow Weave.
Though eager, Lorroakan knew he had to tread carefully. Even simply reading these texts required caution, preparation, and more than a few wards. But, oh, the reward would be immeasurable!! His wonder shifted into something darker ; a possessive, greedy smile spreading across his face as the book was handed to him at last ⸻
Raphael's hand suddenly brushed against his, halting Lorroakan's reeling thoughts of the power awaiting him. His eyes flickered from the gilded cover to the devil.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe paused. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤStaring at him for a moment too long.
A flush crept up his neck, and he hastily cleared his throat, turning his back to conceal the sudden embarrassment creeping in.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Well... I must thank you," he managed, voice tight. "What do you expect in return?" The wizard set the book gently down on the desk, trying to compose himself.
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🎀 quil responds to @dvilsdesire from here !!
Once again, he had managed to upset several patrons at Fraygo’s Flophouse. He was just trying to have some fun—surely they could handle a joke or two. As the troublemaker bard fled through the chaotic crowd of drunken revelers, he darted into the nearest room. In a sea of raucous voices and stumbling figures, it was nearly impossible to track his escape.
He tried several doors, each one stubbornly locked. “Guess no one’s in the mood for extra company,” he muttered to himself, chuckling as he moved on. Just as he heard footsteps approaching, fortune favored him; he managed to push open a door.
He knew he was entering a less-than-ordinary place, but nothing prepared him for the sight of a devil in full, unabashed glory. “Must be my lucky day,” he mused, closing the door behind him. “Would I still be considered lost if I’m quite happy where I am?” he asked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as his eyes roamed over the devil’s gleaming form.
In all his years, he’d never seen a devil so exposed—he hadn’t even glimpsed his own patron without its elaborate attire.
“I wouldn’t say I’m pleased just yet,” he said, his voice laced with challenge. He had entirely forgotten the patrons he’d left behind, and he doubted any of the halflings would have had the nerve to open any doors.
With a low whistle of appreciation, he moved closer, his gaze fixated on the devil’s hardened cock held in its clawed fingers. “Ever had an accident where you injured yourself?” he asked, genuine curiosity in his tone.
Despite his usual confidence, he was momentarily at a loss for words. “You know, that seems rather dangerous. You should really have delicate hands for such things,” he said, studying the devil’s hands. “With groomed nails, too” he adds as he examines his own hands.
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