#fire monster ocs

[ivyprism]

Skeleton Sisters' Diner AU: Rewrite (Info Dump)

Warning: Famine, death, etc. Rewrite of my OCs!

Delilah - Skeleton OC

Personality: Delilah is a lively and enthusiastic individual. She is the life of the party and throws lavish parties for the community and her friends whenever possible. She is very outgoing and really strong. She enjoys talking about her sister and frequently works hard at the diner that she and her sister manage. She is a pacifist who prefers to employ quiet solutions to diffuse situations rather than violence, although this does not preclude her from using violence to defend herself. She avoids those she considers dangerous and can be abrupt and unpleasant with them.

Appearance: She is a skeleton monster at about 6'1" in height. She has pink eye lights. She has a tail that reaches her ankles and freckles on her bones.

Shelly - Skeleton OC

Personality: Shelly is a relaxed, lazy skeleton. She can often be found sunbathing and resting in the sun. She is quite chill and frequently comes across as laid-back and kind. She is more of a helping character, although she is an extrovert who makes friends quickly. She enjoys telling jokes. She has a blazing temper and is really blunt. She can come across as extremely harsh when it comes to threats against her sister. She is incredibly observant and adept at reading a room. She can detect a little shift in mood rather fast. She co-owns a diner with her younger sister, Delilah, and acts as its face.

Appearance: She is a skeleton monster with rose-pink eyes. She has a scar on her left eye. She is 5'4". She has a tail.

Blaire - Fire Monster OC

Personality: She is a harsh, impatient fire creature. She has a fiery temper (no pun intended) and aims for the throat. She's actually extremely kind, and she speaks quietly so as not to bother people. She is popular with the majority of her community, but as a former Royal Guardsman, she has a poor reputation. She sticks to tough love, and when she's annoyed, her flames become brighter. She can be antagonistic at first, but as you get to know her, she can be really nice and considerate. She is not scared to show her affection for her sister and will never let anyone harm her, even if it means jeopardizing her life.

Appearance: Blaire is a dark pink fire monster. She is about 6'3". She is muscular in physique and can probably benchpress a tree. She has a pierced tongue and eyebrow. She has a pair of horns because of her demonic ancestral heritage. She has a scar on her right eye.

Cherry - Fire Monster OC

Personality: Cherry is a fierce and brave individual. She never backs down from a fight and is confident in her ability to prevail. She is self-assured and fully confident in her abilities. She is a flirtatious woman who attracts people like a flame (pun intended). She bites with sass and a rough tone. She is rude and ruthless, yet she is incredibly skilled at fighting. She's willing to get her hands filthy to protect her sister and pals. She is not scared to bite and show off her bark at the same time. She is frequently seen lying back and relaxing. She's handling her various challenges in treatment like a pro.

Appearance: She is a dark pink fire monster. She has a jagged scar on her lip. She has a pair of horns because of her ancestral heritage. She has a pierced tongue. She is very muscular and strong. She is 5'7".

Aurelia - Bird Monster OC

Personality: Aurelia is an extremely social and optimistic person. She may be tough and direct. She goes for the throat and does not back down when it comes to fighting. She is happy and relaxed. She has a short fuse but exudes emotional control. She's abrupt and harsh. She tries to help people wherever possible. She enjoys helping others. She does not try to be nice or polite since she prefers to avoid dealing with dangers. She's hostile, but she has the disposition of a saint. She isn't overpowering, yet she takes certain matters quite seriously. Because she is an introvert, she allows others space when necessary. She is highly protective of her loved ones and works hard.

Appearance: She is a bird monster. She has large wings and talons for feet. She has rose orange eyes. She is 6'5". She has gorgeous orange feathers. She has a lanky form.

Astra - Bird Monster OC

Personality: She is full of energy, a positive attitude, and strength. She is upbeat and cheery, always eager to help those in need, and expresses her admiration and love for her pals through words and cuddles. She isn't scared to be herself, and she values her friendships and family. That is why she is so adored and loved. Everyone adores her, and everyone adores her in turn. She is excellent at fighting and protecting her loved ones. She is an excellent cook as well as a dedicated soldier. She enjoys being the center of attention. She always brings a breath of fresh air to her friends.

Appearance: She is a bird monster. She has talons and large wings. She has light blue eyes. She has gorgeous blue feathers. She has a muscular form. She is 5'1".

Rainee - Mermaid OC

Personality: She is a really tough and strong individual. She is a well-known prankster who has caused havoc in the lives of many. She enjoys pranking others and always gets away with it. She is a cold person who will not allow anyone get past her defenses. She is shy around strangers, but once they get over her defensiveness, they discover she is rather cheeky. She cares for her younger sister Razz as much as she can, even raising her. She is very charismatic and has a beautiful voice. She is remarkably calm and relaxed, but she is nonetheless harsh and has a more dangerous bite than her bark. She is a bartender at Shelly's establishment.

Appearance: She has long white hair with purple highlights in her hair and her eyes are dark purple. She also has a nasty scar on her left eye. She has a lanky build and a little muscle. She is 6'4".

Orazia - Mermaid OC

Personality: She is a very lovely and calm lady who cares after her friends and family while they are intoxicated. She is both a hyperactive and compassionate person. She enjoys assisting others and is well-liked in her community. She's fiery and sassy. She is pleasant and engaging, as well as straightforward and honest, with a slightly harsh and frigid attitude toward strangers and newcomers. She is aware of her actions and seems disinterested, which is the one lie she will tell you. Her most treasured attribute is her honesty, and she despises it when others deceive her. She will become annoyed when someone who tells her a lie (unless it is about or from her sister).

Appearance: She has light purple eyes, as do many of her contemporaries. Her hair is long and white, but it's usually tied in a braid. She has light purple highlights. She has a muscular but chubby physique. She is 5'3".

(But more purple!)

Misty - Skeleton OC

Personality: Misty dislikes being the focus of attention and is extremely self-conscious and quiet. Despite this, she is quite optimistic! She is kindhearted and kind, and she has maintained her decent and soft side despite being exploited on numerous occasions. She is a mother-hen who sincerely cares for others. She dislikes it when individuals emerge out of nowhere or touch her unexpectedly. She becomes tight and afraid when this happens because of how many times she has been attacked. She is attempting to improve her social skills as a result of all that has happened. She is incredibly sensitive and would cry whenever she accidently harms a spider.

Appearance: She is a skeleton monster at about 7'1" in height. She has pink eye lights. She has a tail that reaches her ankles and freckles on her bones. Most of the time, she is shown wearing a face mask. She has large fangs and teeth.

Lunette - Skeleton OC

Personality: When she meets new individuals, she is harsh and abrupt. She will be more compassionate and kind to those she knows. She, like her sister, is highly sensitive and self-conscious, and she regrets the numerous crimes she committed to survive. She doesn't trust people readily and frequently acts as she did in the Underground to scare away those who approach her, leaving only a few people. She is extremely protective of individuals she considers family, and will cut someone if they pose a threat to them. She becomes irritated or aggressive when someone attempts to get too close to her.

Appearance: She is a skeleton monster with rose-pink eyes. She has a scar on her left eye. She is 6'4". She has a tail. She is blind in her left eye. She wears a mask in public and refuses to remove it unless she is with her sister or someone she has complete trust in. When she removes her mask, she reveals a slew of jagged scars on her face. She has two prominent scars on her eyes, three scars on her lip (as if she had been slapped with claws), and one on her right eye.

Delena - Sea Nymph OC

Personality: Delena adores dancing and desires that everyone could feel the dance in her soul. She typically encourages others to express themselves through dancing in the same way that she does. She exudes enthusiasm and confidence. She is not afraid of her innate powers, and she is fully aware of them. She is brilliant and courageous. She is fearless and helps her with hand-eye coordination. Her students adore her because she is so lovely and attentive. When she has to, she urges her sister to dance with her. She enjoys herself, demonstrates her inherent talents, and is easy to get along with. She continuously encourages others to express themselves through dance.

Appearance: She is a sea nymph. She has scales, can turn into a mermaid form, and has light purple skin. Her hair is white (long and wavy). She usually wears a rose in her hair. She is 6'1".

Stella - Sea Nymph OC

Personality: She is an aloof, cold woman. She is a graceful ballet dancer with a secondary talent for hip-hop. She needs to be convinced to dance with others and make friends with them. She is a popular teacher among her kids since she is polite and nice. Despite her obvious enjoyment of dancing, she is cautious to do so due to her trauma. She feels self-conscious and needs to be encouraged to dance. She either rejects or accepts them, but you won't know until you try. She strives to aid everyone, yet she does so in a way that everyone understands. She ensures that everyone understands that this is not the end, but rather the start.

Appearance: She is a sea nymph. She has scales, can turn into a mermaid form, and has light purple skin. Her hair is white (long and wavy). She has a scar on her right eye and a bit of make up on her eyes sometimes. She appears to be slightly muscular, but petite. She is 5'5".

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[valentine-cafe]

Hello!! Rasui-obsessed anon here! First time requesting and I’m a bit new here so sorry if I get it wrong!

( smut ) for ftm reader please? You just wanted to spend some time with the ever so busy Rasui in his office, being clingy and wanting to get intimate without disturbing his work, you suggest cockwarming!! But then it totally backfires cause now you’re all needy and whiny after a while and trying so hard not to beg him to fuck you because you don’t want to bother him anymore than you already have!!

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. . . verse 9948e rasui x ftm reader!! 🍒 : ﹙ mercenary leader ˖ fire elemental character ﹚

you're always such a needy thing. you couldn't help but cockwarm your beloved boyfriends while he's busy. . . and now here you are, wishing you could bounce on his cock instead 

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The scratch of a pen. It scribbles away so skillfully over paper. Yet the itch within you is left to swelter. So close - and yet so far.

Deep mahogany seems most interesting to you in the moment. Or at least, that is what you wish to delude yourself with. Your focus hones on the scatter of documents full of text you can barely decipher. Not that you would be able to even if you understood. Not with the warm, thick cock that fills you to the brim. A perfect stretch to your rim that you fight to hell-and-back not to clench up around your hard-working boyfriend.

How dutiful is he. Only one hand to write away at his work that you so desperately wish he would discard. Why can’t it be you on the table with his hands all over you?

Instead you will have to settle for the touch of ember upon your thigh with a calloused thumb lazily tracing circles. Mindlessly, you assume. For Rasui has yet to let out so much as a peep.

While you are here. Suffering. Needing.

All it would take is a small dip of your hips. A rock back into his lap to send fireworks through your twist of a tummy. Perhaps a tender word uttered to his ear where brunette locks lap along his lobes neatly. The slightest of pleads and you knew - work would become an afterthought.

Alas, anxiety is a fickle thing. The mere possibility of him looking at you with those flames of his eyes dampened with disappointment. The warmth of his voice drained into a dull scold: “I told you I am busy.”

It almost loops your tummy more than the intense pleasure that throbs along your gummy walls. They remember his rough thrusts, and they flutter. As though crying out for him to wreck them as he usually does. Simple grinds. Slothful humps. Whatever he wants.

Anything, but the stillness of a lake. One that you drown in. Agonisingly.

That irritable lump that continues to form inside of your throat refuses to go away. Regardless of how much you attempt to swallow it. A sigh escapes the man from behind your back. Heavy and tired. As are the few last scribbles on the current document that plagues his mind so clearly.

All before he moves on to the next. Endless. Piece of document paper, that has laid in the piles of documents.

What else can you do but cry out internally? The flames within your soul feel as though they will rage through your entire form soon enough and rip you to shreds from the need. Yet he knows none of what you feel —

In the reality of it all, he is very aware. It is all a game. Why should he tell you? Oh the cruel man of magma and fire reaching high up to the skies that he is. He recognises the loopy look.

It is sweet. That you think you remain unseen and unnoticed. Without the slightest of realisation you clench around him mindlessly. The way your eyes squint. Pearly whites biting down upon the plush skin of a bottom lip.

“Careful, darling, you’ll break skin.” He murmurs, eyes remaining where they have all this time. The sheet of paper, gathering the slightest of burn marks from the heat emitting from him.

With teeth halting immediately, and a breath hitched quietly. Your eyes move to focus somewhere else in the room — Perhaps a smell could distract you? Cinnamon? No. . . No that is just Rasui.

The window displaying the society of shades’ bustling nightlife? Most uninteresting. It gets harder and harder to not allow a whine or more out of your lungs. Head limping back against his shoulder.

“Sweet thing. You are bothered.”

Oh. Oh this bastard. The question carried such innocence. Feigned, you’d assume no less. You couldn’t do anything, it was mock. Was it not? “I am— I am okay, just tired.” The response earns the lift of a dark brown brow, and a huff. Flames puff into the air from the locks of hair at the top of his head.

“Certainly?” You yelp at the words slipped out into the atmosphere of the room, for you felt his hips shift below you. Pistoning up, as if to adjust. And then he begins to act as though nothing had happened? Pretending. Infuriating.

A part of you wishes to spin around. Hook your legs through the loops of his black office chair and ride him until creaks bounce off of the wall in an endless drone. What a sweet fantasy that is. If you promptly ignore his difference in strength in comparison to you. How easy it would be for him to simply shove your form across his table and fuck you senseless. Surely the chair creaking would be replaced the legs of the desk skidding rhythmically across the floor in no time.

Your mini mirages send another shudder through your body. Your walls flutter around his dick with one of your innermost crevices nursing along that one vein that makes Rasui restrain a groan of his own.

He couldn’t give you what you want just yet, now could he? Not when the payoff of your pitiful begging would be all the more sweeter. He spoils himself in the slightest with traces of his heated lips along your shoulder. A flicker of taste to the confection yet to come.

The click of a tongue breaks the silent. You catch his frustrated scribble of a signature on a document you barely have the chance to read, before he shuffles it beneath the stack of paper. Another operation he does not agree with - you assume.

The ball of irritation that has so stubbornly nestled itself within your core quickly bubbles into guilt. Here you are, whining over not having his dick pounding you sore.

Out of habit, you shift around in an attempt to quell the prickle of conflict within you. It seems you have so easily forgotten of your favourite cock that is buried so deep within you. Its pulses are swift to remind you, coupled with the spurt of pleasure that rattles through your body.

“Fuck,”

It is a cross between desperacy and bliss. What a cruel mix to lather itself over you skin and set your nerves ablaze. Your muscles move on memory and chase the spark of pleasure with stiff cradles of your hips. Sense and conscience flung out the window you so uselessly attempted to distract yourself with.

Surely, if you hadn’t snapped yourself back into presence, your moans would have poured through it shamelessly as well.

“Mm. What’s this?”

“Rasui. . . please.”

You can deny the shivers that course through your body no longer.

It truly was a pain in and of itself. Why could your nails not be scratching hard across the beautiful desk at this moment as you got fucked intensely?

Why did it have to imagination and nothing more?

“Please? Please what, habibi?” He croons. The deep timber of his voice vibrating through your right ear. With the mission to twist your tummy once more and have you clenching.

The needy begs he wants to hear from you— they are not coming. And it sets him ablaze. In the literal way as much as it is figurative. Emotions scattered and screaming, like a wildfire spreading across a meadow.

Hungry, tearing into it.

Just like the flames that surround his office, you feel the ones from him surround your body. Licking away at your skin in possessive manner. As if the flame had a life of it’s own.

You moan out quietly as he shifts his hips into an upwards angle, the throbbing tip of his cock hitting at the sensitive bundle of nerves you had been needing to feel getting fucked into.

“I need — I needyou. Rasui, I nee—ed you, need you so bad—”

And as you went on, you would come to feel the familiar rhythm, slow. Agonising, but despite it all you revered in it.

The pleasure shot bliss straight to your head. Nausea mixing with the pleasure and overwhelm. Furthering your whines as you cling onto him. A groan escapes your throat. Only to cut off into a gasp, when calloused, hot, flaming fingers find your nipple.

Thumb swiping across your top surgery scar. Whilst the heated voice in your ear whispers: “It is pitiful. How you wait, I am right here. Take.”

And there’s the skid of the table.

A familiar weight presses you down as though you are one of those documents. Rasui’s body so firmly pins yours against the smooth wood of his desk. It creates such a delightful friction to your already perked nipples that slide and scrape across the surface.

The hand that stroked along your thigh has found home on your head. With strength that could rage embers through vast forests, it forces your face to half-press against the solid surface. It is a sensation you would have no time to delight in. Not with the fierce claps of hips to your ass. Warmth of flame and force combined.

“Is this what you wanted?” You feel the fire lap from his tongue and lips. They kiss at your ear with a familiar heat that boils in the core of your tummy as thrusts wreck your body. Cinnamon floods your senses - more potent than earlier. An addictive aroma. Almost akin to the delicious feel of his cock splitting your walls open.

“Wanted to come around here. Disturb my work.”

His palm joins the assault. It smacks at your ass and grips at the soft flesh. The perfect leverage for him to angle his thrusts and knock against that one, darling spot. Flames might have consumed you whole - yet white floods your vision in waves. White. Hot pleasure that crawls up your throat and forces your mouth open. Subjecting the office to your moaning melody.

“All so this needy hole could get a good fucking, hmm?”

“Y-Ye - yes yes - yeesss ah! ‘m sorry-”

The table legs screech against the floor at the rise in tempo. Your nails sing in tandem from the scratches they etch into the wood. Just as you wanted them to.

Much like the bright burning stars that litter the night sky, embers scatter off of your joined bodies. Flaming hands keep you down against the wooden surface. Whilst the only thing that burns you are his nails, that dig into the skin of your waist.

A small moaned out scream mixed with pleasure and pain runs around the room. Like a wild animal on the lose. It makes you lightheaded.

The feral feel that swells within your stomach. Your sensitive hole begging for more, whereas your body only seems to collapse more against the desk each time.

“o- o-h! — o — ngh-m hn— R-Ra-sss-zuii!” You moan out loud. Yet what meets you instead is a hand squeezing tight at your thigh and leaving a few burn marks. Whilst sharp teeth find purchase in your shoulder.

“Not that. Say it right.”

The command is shot at your heart, and oh the weakness that spins around with it. In a dance of fresh air and lava pools trying to catch the wind.

Thinning your lips on instinct as the pleasure grows. It takes another hard thrust into the right spot for you to spill out messy calls for him. “D—Director— Di— Director Rasui— ngh — Pl-Pleas-ah!”

“Good boy— thas’ it, good boy.” grunts against your ear, as the pace whips itself out of rhythm. Even if he tried to keep it going, your desperate pleas sent him straight back home to the elemental realm. The sweetest song he has ever heard.

How can he deny you the pleasure of being full of his hot seed when you sing for him so delightfully?

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KADAVER🦴 (King of the Undead)

"The wicked king of death, this draconian is enveloped in an eternal flame which can never be extinguished. Burning everything at its step and raising armies of the deceased to follow its command and influence proves a dangerous foe whom should be avoided. The King has no biases, no reasoning. It exists to make the world decay."

(Zombie dragon! One of my oldest dragons too, love him very much! Was interesting coming up with this new reference)

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The UTY OCs I mentioned before! They're brothers living somewhere in the Dunes after the loss of their parents years ago. Where they live is unknown, but Habanero is a known nuisance, especially in the Wild East. Some extra notes about them!

Habanero is the older brother, a little older than Clover. Padron is a year or so older than Frisk. They both use he/him pronouns and are both Fire Monsters (same species as Grillby, but unrelated). Habanero has been raising Padron for a majority of his life.

Habanero is a well known bandit in the Dunes, but he has a poor reputation. He constantly attempts to steal from the Wild East or jeopardize the Feisty Five's missions, but is always caught. The only skill he does have is that he always manages to escape later, only to repeat the cycle endlessly.

Padron is more often than not bedridden, due to being a very sickly child. His magic is rather weak, but he is extremely intelligent for his age. Because he can rarely leave home, not many people even know about him; Habanero doesn't like to share the fact that he's stealing to support his brother.

Habanero has a particular rivalry with Clover and cannot stand them, with the two often fighting when they encounter each other. He doesn't know they're a human.

Though Habanero can't stand the Wild East, he also dresses up as a cowboy and roleplays the part of a bandit . Nobody knows why he does this; Starlo did not hire him.

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I finally made a reference sheet for my main oc, Mocha!!!!!

If the ref sheet mocha design is too difficult, then see this!!!!

Sister-bonding moment!!!! (WIP)

Reflective Detective wip moment!!!!!!

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the fire islands’ epic wubbox!!!

I named them smolder smith and shimmer smith respectively.

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Revenge on @glennbone !!

[ivyprism]

The Skeleton Sisters' Diner AU: Characters Rewrite

Character Info

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The Skeleton Sisters’ Diner AU Skeletons: Delilah, Shelly, Misty, and Lunette Fire Monsters: Blaire and Cherry Bird Monsters: Aurelia and Astra Mermaids: Rainee and Orazia Sea Nymph: Delena and Stella

Children of the Diner Human OCs: Sally, Rosaline, and Kassidy Horror Human OCs: Molly, Kenzie, and Kamryn

The Mafia Skeleton Sisters' Diner AU Skeleton Dragons: Basilisk, Shiva, Naenia, and Manea Demon Fire Elementals: Scarlette and Syrene (Inferno) Bird Monsters: Nebula and Peach

Children of the Mafia Diner Human OCs: Maisie, Ceara, and Delaney

The Galaxy Sisters Galaxy Dragon Older Sisters: Agalea, Galactica, and Ourania Galaxy Dragon Younger Sisters: Marella

Outcode Skeleton Sisters' Diner AU Fish Monsters: Pike and Elixir Ghost Skeletons: Poison, Toxin, and Antitoxin Angel Skeletons: Maricella

Children of the Outcode Diner Skeleton Angel OCs: Eleanor and Talia

Angels Fall AU Feathered Dragons: Aeriana, Aethra, Deianeira, and Morella Light Elementals: Eliana and Citrus Lava Elementals: Cerise and Hearth Sirens: Eloria and Eslyn Breeze Nymphs: Lyrica and Lirissa

[shpepyao]

I still have a couple of cool exoplanets to draw, but I wanna try smth way weirder, like antimatter stars

[tilkidud]

Updated fangtail

[valentine-cafe]

Oh to be a male reader who seems like nothing gets to him, charming and playful, only for your character to find him in a room all teary, and when pressed he just mumbles about the false rumour he thought was true, quiet and defeated and not meeting their eyes,

"are you really going to date <name of person>...?"

(order of: Tiramisu, mango pancakes, revani, key lime pie, rhubarb and strawberry crumble. I understand they're more than the average request so please don't feel pressured to answer❣️)

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what happens when the confident, cocky man they know and love ends up in tears over a fake rumour about them?

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﹙alessio 781. ﹚. . . !! 🍓 : a look of confusion would flash before his eyes. had he ever seen you cry? the sight of your tears and the ache of his heart that came with it answered the question.

his mind scrambles for answers. where did the rumour come from? why were you upset over it?

for once his mind decided to click for him. he could practically feel the small lightbulb go off above his head. without a second to waste he advances forward to stand in front of your teary self. hands stuffed into his pockets and his hair catching in the wind of his lean. his tall form casts a shadow over the wooden desk that you sit at.

“now why’d I be on a date with ‘em when we’re going out for milkshake huh?”

your eyes spring wide and the tears halt together. your shaky voice brings a twitch to his brow and he has to restrain himself from pulling you into his arms altogether.

“wh-what - since when -”

“since now. come on pretty boy.”

he’s yanking you up in seconds with that big grin on and affectionate eyes. a large hand cupping your face to stroke a thumb along your cheekbone.

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﹙rasui 9948e. ﹚. . . !! 🍒 : it only took one glance from him at you and then out to the hallway of his syndicate. the false flames licking away at the walls as per usual.

what strange rumors. such pathetic way to put someone’s confidence down. and the someone is you, of all people— why would someone do that?

“don’t just stand and look at me like that.” the mumble hits his ear, and immediately a brow raises slowly, creating that little forehead wrinkle that makes his face look ever the more handsome. damn this fire elemental.

“well if you insist.” he chuckles softly.

his hand sweeps across the open door to close it. before the soft, singing sound of his footsteps would pass towards you. head tilted in concerned confusion.

“i’ve never spoken to them about such.” he scoffs, long, brown hair standing blue with flame by the edges.

the small glance at his hair you catch out the corner of your eye indicates well enough his concern for you. tinges of sadness.

“rasui. . .”

“shhh.”

slowly, his hand finds the bottom of your chin, and slowly lifts your head to tilt it. make the saddened eyes of yours meet his fiery gaze, that hold such passion for you. had they always had that? you’d never noticed. . .

“i’d rather not waste my time with the likes of such.” he croons into your ear honestly, pressing a little smooch to your temple gently.

“you have, always, my undivided attention, habibi”

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﹙haitao 9948e. ﹚. . . !! 🍓 : “oh don’t be so solemn dear.” he huffs softly, entering the room properly and drawing the door shut.

“there are no corpses to be mourned in the morgue today, after all. not yet, at least.” ah, humor continues as life goes on.

it is one of the things you find yourself so very fond of with him for. his morbid character oddly endearing in times of dull light.

“I am. . . failing to understand?”

in such confusion would your eyes meet his, as you heard the snort that emerged from his nose. the slightest of eerie laughter creeping out past his lips.

“don’t you wanna be with them instead?”

“no.” he’d answer blunty, smiling widely at you. shrugging casually before grinning at you in the usual, morbid fashion of his.

“i’d rather manage their funeral than do that.”

the bark of laughter that left him as he walked over to you sat your heart aflame, it was warm, a bit of a cacophany as usual but you loved it nontheless.

with a small wink from him, he gently takes your hands in his cold ones.

“you though, gods, you’re worth dancing around with until death.”

꒰  grim reaper ˖ mortician character ꒱

﹙alessio 164. ﹚. . . !! 🍒 : “what? where in the abhorration did you get that idea?”

it is only when the words leave his lips does alessio halt at the sight of your tears. realisation sets in with a sting and for the first time in awhile. . . he feels a hint of regret.

the sorcerer takes a seat beside you. his expression remains ever the same but the change comes with his warm palm on your knee. a small silence settles over the both of you before he pipes up in a quieter voice.

“you should not believe everything you hear, my dear. . .”

one of his knuckles raises to brush away your tears. there is a small tilt of his head with a tender smile to his dark lips.

“why are you so upset?”

you sniffle. the feel of your gut twisting stiffles your words. however with your overwhelm, the hand on your knee and the soft voice from the typically frightful, blunt man. . . they ease out like melted wax. “I. . . because it should. . .”

“should be you?”

you love the way he cups at your face with both hands and steers your eyes to him. love the way his smile assures the throbbing heart of yours. his words are what put it to rest entirely.

“such a bright star you are. . . why would you think my eyes are on any other?”

꒰  sorcerer ˖ corrupt god character ꒱

﹙talisen 164. ﹚. . . !! 🍓 : with such blunt words, delicately and full of softspoken wonder. it drips off of his tongue like wine: “whyever would one put an ear to such bereft opinion?”

of course, your reaction would be to look away in unbridled humiliation. although, it was clear he did not intend to have you feel such way.

“i just. . .” you try, taking in a deep breath, before looking down at your hands. frowning, at the inability to speak.

a long hand finds your shoulder, as the god’s much larger and taller body slumps down next to you in the couch.

“no.” he speaks, and brings your chin into an upwards tilt with one hand. the other drawing you closer to give you a small squeeze on the back.

“no?” you murmur back with a scoff. “what is that supposed to mean?”

“what i have attempted to tell you for long enough. is what it means.” he groans out, the sound almost wilting and blooming the flowers altogether.

“little interest do i find in such fickle creature as the one that claims i am theirs.” he begins. free hand moving to your heart to trace at the area. as he leans close enough for you to see each and every copper speck on his face that shape small crystalline patterns.

“a heart of mine lays beating within your hands, my beloved. it is time you see that.”

꒰  snake god ˖ corrupt god character ꒱

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[dragong-dg]

(shaking) if your taking requests, can you please draw my character kinoko. She's from a wof/wof inspired cs (gently handing over)

This is supposed to be funny feel free to giggle

(Picks up with teeth and violently shakes) @vulturesrottencorpse

UGH I LOVE HER SHES SO CUTE SRRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET DONE

I didn't do all the details my hand was cramping 😞

BUT I LOVED DRAWING HER THE MUSHROOM HAT WAS SO CUTE AND FUN she kinda reminds me of a witch