#ic asks

[dvilsdesire]

How about Mephistopheles making Raphael ( @fiendishfinesse ) watch while he fucks Haarlep wearing his own son's body and face? 🤭

Random asks || always accepting

WARNING: DDDNE??? (what the ask says >.>)

Haarlep's eyes locked on Raphael's, golden embers bright with the lust that engulfed the room, so thick that it could have shattered from a hard breath. The anger was just as potent, Raphael's eyes pinned on Haarlep's watching him from where he was seated. Not just seated, but bound, a prisoner of Mephistopheles as he was strapped down to the chair, arms tied behind his back and ankles bound to the wooden furniture.

Haarlep had to wonder what exactly it was that Raphael had done to piss Daddy dearest off this time (and why it was his punishment to suffer along the way). The visits to Cania were always such a dramatic ordeal. Most times, it had the master of the House returning in one of his signature moods. Hellfire would threaten to engulf the inhabitants, lest they move out of his way. Those that knew Raphael well enough would plan their exit quickly, but those that did not... Well, Haarlep enjoyed feasting on their charred remains, and doting on his precious brat as he'd offer a burnt limb in some kind of peace offering. Either that or his lips wrapped around a certain needy devil cock.

An unfortunate turn of events it had been this evening, when no other than Mephistopheles himself had returned alongside his son. The entire House had turned cold. So cold that the infernal engines threatened to stop and the House of Hope could have plummeted into the wasteland of Avernus' surface.

Haarlep may have preferred that... maybe, if it weren't for those angry eyes that were glued to his. Raphael detested the idea of his little play thing, his perfect copy, getting touched by his father. It killed him to see it, to know it, to know that Mephistopheles was claiming his personal incubus--and Haarlep (though he held no love for Mephistopheles) felt his cock thicken at the sight of his little pissed off brat.

The bed creaked and groaned as Mephistopheles fucked him hard and raw from behind, that large Archdevil cock filling his belly. Haarlep's claws scratched at the bed, tearing soft, red silks that matched his skin, the scent of his fiendish blood mixing with the detest, sweat and intoxicating scent of Raphael's anger and arousal. He may have hated it, but he loved it also. The sight of himself being punished by his father. Oh, he'd never admit it. The devil was far too proud for that, but he reeked of it. The shame. The excitement, and the seed that dribbled from his own clothed erection.

"Yes, master," Haarlep crooned in a hot whisper, his voice shaken and trembling in a way that Raphael could never make it. "Punish your naughty son."

Mephistopheles grabbed his hair and pulled his throat back, biting it and causing him to gasp in pleasure and pain. The blood dribbled down his chest, falling to the bed to mix with his own pre-ejaculate.

"Make me yours, master. Make me scream your name." All the time, his eyes remained on Raphael's, watching him, wishing it were him inside him, his little brat that never could.

How it must have ached inside that cambion heart of his.

[efverse]

(that will not be her last cup of coffee for the day.)

[kal-tennyson]

Hmph...

So you must be the gravitational engineer that caught Pyx's fancy and helped repair the watch...

- @scraps-stark

Yes, and you must be the High Priest, yes? Pleasure. Pyx seems to think we would get along, given the chance.

[dvilsdesire-a]

☀  Singing them to sleep. // pick your fave

Some old ask I can't remember (:

Haarlep sat on the bed, running his fingers through Raphael's hair, a little damp from his bath. No doubt the aches and pains of the day were melted away when Raphael had entered the restoration fountain, soaking himself in scented oils. Haarlep had watched, of course--always watching his favourite cambion.

Though the master of the house did not require sleep as often as a mortal may have, Raphael was still part human, and much to his dismay, he still required it every so often. Either that or perhaps it was simply the fact that Haarlep was too damn good at his job, ruining the devil beneath his fingertips and with his body.

At first, Haarlep hummed, an old Calimshan lullaby that Raphael had once sung to him when he rested. Haarlep so very enjoyed being read to, and though he did not require sleep like the cambion did, he still enjoyed lazing about and resting his eyes.

Raphael also liked the sound of his own voice, so why not use it to lull him to sleep--and an incubus was so good at tormenting their victims, whether it be laying them to sleep to induce nightmares or bedding them. Haarlep was a master of it all.

"There, there, sweet prince," he murmured, leaning down and pressing his lips to Raphael's temple as his breathing deepened to indicate he was reaching the depths of his dream realm. "Sleep tight, my love."

Haarlep settled himself on the bed beside Raphael, wrapping a wing around the other devil.

[princeofpirkstein]

Hans!!! How are you doing? Is Hanush being nice to you? 👾

“I beg your ignorant pardon? That’s Lord Capon to you. Honestly,” he huffs, throwing his hands about, “I’m imprisoned in a grimy old swill of a castle for less than a week and everyone forgets who I am.”

Frustrated, his shoulders drop and fingers slide to embrace a tankard of spirits, the rim swiftly meeting his lips as he takes a generous swig. Bitter as piss and unsatisfyingly stale—a true Raborsch delicacy.

Mention of Sir Hanush brings a complicated smile to his face. “My uncle? Nice? Ha! That entirely depends on your definition of nice. If I’m not ‘useless’ one day, I’m ‘pig-headed’ the next.”

Hans fiddles with his half-empty tankard, pouting and mumbling like a child, “At least my pig-head could be of some use. Roasted, carved and served on a platter.”

[opportunistic-chicanery]

What will you do to cut down on the cutting down of single-use plastics?

“Free NFT with every cup?”

He’s still thinking about this one. “Say,” he bats his eyes at you once. “You enjoy the occasion artistic tribute to moi. How do you feel about doing a little grunt work for the Hacker?”

His chin is already poised in its portrait ready pose.

[azalora-the-azerite-dragoness]

If Azalora's life were featured as a novel, what would it be called?

Azalora's Enchanted Odyssey: The Azerite Dragon's Tale

Above: Book Cover | Upon the back of the book the summary reads as follows:

In the mystical realm of Azeroth, where magic and wonder intertwine, Azalora, a majestic dragon infused with the potent energy of Azerite, embarks on a journey that will define her destiny.

Formerly the corpse of a dead bronze dragon, her bones became imbued with a shard of the dragon soul during the defeat of Deathwing. Some years after her body underwent a drastic transformation, reinvigorating her with the essence of life through the power of azerite. This comes about when azerite begins to bleed upon the dragon's corpse enabling Azalora to be reborn.

Now with life granted once more, Azalora moves through enchanted lands filled with mythical creatures and forgotten magic. She seeks to understand her new abilities and the true purpose for her existence. Along the way, she befriends a diverse group of allies, from a cunning rogue with a heart of gold to a death knight who is still blessed with the light. Together, they uncover ancient secrets that hint at a greater battle looming on the horizon.

However, their journey is shadowed by the relentless pursuit of the Void, an entity of darkness and chaos that seeks to consume all light in the universe. The Void, personified as a sinister force known as the Shadow Weaver, grows stronger with each realm it corrupts. Its minions, twisted by darkness, chase Azalora, drawn by the pure, radiant energy of Azerite flowing within her. The Shadow Weaver aims to harness this energy to unleash a void storm that would plunge Azeroth into eternal night.

Azalora must harness her newfound powers, forge alliances, and face her fears to thwart the Void's malevolent plan. Her odyssey becomes not just a quest for personal understanding but a battle for the soul of Azeroth itself. In a tale woven with courage, friendship, and the magic of Disney-like storytelling, Azalora learns that even the darkest shadows can be dispelled by the light within one's heart.

@safrona-shadowsun - thanks for the ask! This was actually really fun to answer, LOL! I hope I did it justice LMAO

Mentions: @unabashedrebel & Zyriann Lichbane

[ghostclangen]

💎 GhostClan 💎

...a horror-themed clangen 'anthology' blog, currently on its first arc: blood in the water, a paranormal horror/dark forest challenge run. updates tuesdays & fridays.

arc i: blood in the water ->

follows from @ringuzero + icon by @passing-moments

allegiances + start reading arc one

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

"No fair, you can't play your own BOSS MUSIC. I appropriated an entire wall of Marshalls for this moment."

Boss Music-

"SORRY, NOT SORRY, I CANNOT HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUNDS OF MY OWN AWESOMENESS!!!!"

He's totally just doing this to mess with the Reaper, not because he has a grudge but because they do.

[wovenwaves]

Dad + How do you feel about Maris courting a woman Judge Magister?

Send me ‘Dad’ and a question and my character’s Dad will answer it. @tarnishedxknight

"Judge Drace, you mean?" Caspian smiled - weariness lining his gaze despite the warmth in his dull eyes. "I must admit, she is not the first person I would have imagined my daughter with, but who am I to complain? 'Tis an amazing thing they have found love with each other, despite all that has happened, for I know Maris held strong to her anger of Archadia for long. Judge Magister or not, I am... I am relieved... she has found love again." Tears welled in his eyes, and he chuckled as he wiped them away. "Maris has suffered enough to last her several lifetimes. I wish nothing but the best for my daughter, and if she has found happiness and love and a new life with Judge Drace, then I will do what I can to support them both. It has been far too long since I've seen that spark in Maris's eyes. But I... I do fear for them both. Maris is not as sick as I or her brother, but she is still sick. I can only pray Judge Drace will stay by her side when the Mist takes hold, and not leave her when it becomes too much. I don't know if Maris's heart could handle the heartbreak of losing another love if she decides to leave."

[disillusionedjudge]

Dad + do you really think Gylfie should get caught up in the world of bioterrorism?

Send me ‘Dad’ and a question and my character’s Dad will answer it.

"Bioterrorism?" Theodric echoed - his brow furrowing in confusion. "I... I fear I know not what bioterrorism is, but it worries me for her to be caught up in any world of terrorism. She is my..." The ghostly figured trailed off, and looked pained as his gaze fell. "She is my daughter, even if I never had the chance to meet her. I fear for her safety, and as much as I want her to stay safe, I reckon she must adjust to this new world as best she can, and if it gives her purpose, how can I be upset? She was a Judge and a fierce soldier in our time. If her getting involved in the world of bioterrorism means she can act as such again, it would not surprise me."

[dvilsdesire]

@rubistella || cont asked

The little leather harness that Haarlep wore was not the only item of clothing the incubus was in possession of. It was merely what Raphael had requested, almost like when one would put a faithful collar on their pet. Some people went out and purchased special, little gifts for their pets, and Raphael certainly did when he felt the need. Haarlep could also encourage his little brat to buy him something exquisite and expensive if he promised to make it look dashing enough for the cambion--which was always. Haarlep could make an old, half moth-eaten potato sack look attractive if he oozed enough pheromones and spittle into the air.

It was all about presentation and confidence, anyway. And did boy did the incubus have an overflowing chalice of that.

A creature after his own little wicked heart, Astarion was. Enough fun, enough wit, and enough carnage and thrill to kill. Ahh yes... Haarlep could come to enjoy the little vampire's company if he remained in contact with Raphael.

Haarlep chuckled, his tail flicking back and forth like a cat that had their eye on a toy. Finally, the fiend pushed themselves off the plush and luxurious bed that smelled of him and Raphael, and their many shared mornings, evenings and nights. The scent of cherries and pepper, and palmarosa, mixed with sweat, tears, blood and semen (if one had heightened enough senses, that was).

"My dear, you speak to an incubus. I am the embodiment of beauty and lust. These garments are but a small portion of what I have beneath my fingertips," he explained. "Raphael does like to see all of himself, after all. You should know that by now, little vampling."

His claws trailed down the railing as he stepped closer, idly tapping before he drew them back, admiring the view from Astarion. He was a pretty little thing. Lithe, easy to bend...

Haarlep's wings shifted as he rolled his shoulders, taking in the scent of the other man, his eyes closing. "Consider yourself amongst the other scents I have stored away and will forever remember." Like a predator that had caught the scent of their helpless prey and would track it for a day, or three, or in Haarlep's case, for an eternity.

He leant down, crawling on all fours to the edge of the fountain, shoulders hunched. "For one day, I will catch you in my claws, and I will taste your very essence." His claws curled, a wicked grin on his face. "And you, my sweet little vampire, will moan my name. But!" His claw came up. "I, too, enjoy the chase. So let your skilled vampire senses take in my scent, so you have time to flee."

[wanderingkero]

Someone tell me a random weapon concept, I’m bored and need new stuff to draw that isn’t old projects I’m taking a break from.

[magicalwarriordiamondheart]

Hi Valerie! 😊 Who is your all time favorite magical girl?

"!! Obviously the best magical girl ever is...

MY BEST FRIEND SOPHIE!!!"

[dvilsdesire-a]

Raphael reclined in his chair, one arm wrapped possessively around Haarlep's waist as the incubus settled across his lap. A wicked grin tugged at his lips as he leaned in, pressing a fervent trail of kisses along Haarlep's jawline and up to his temple. "My insufferable plaything" he murmured against warm skin, his melodious voice a velvet caress. "You tempt me so." The kisses grew more enthusiastic, scattering across his cheek and down his neck, each one lingering just enough to tease. His teeth grazed playfully now and then. // pampering... 🥹

Cute Raphlep || always accepting

Haarlep's tail flicked back and forth happily at the attention from the devil, his eyes halving and lips softening into a pleased smile. When Raphael pampered him with attention, it was almost worth being contracted to remain in the House of Hope as his plaything.

His skin prickled and back arched, claws tenderly kneading against both Raphael and the chair, as if he were some feline that was testing their claws against the newest of carpets.

"Then I am perfect," he whispered against Raphael's neck, lips tracing against a shoulder, gently tugging at his collar to get out of the way so he could taste the flesh of the other fiend.

"And I am perfect. Aren't I." It was no question, it was entirely a statement from Haarlep's wicked lips. Though if Raphael wished to indulge in stroking the incubus' ego, it would please him to hear it.

His hand reached back for Raphael's, where he promptly placed it on his backside.

[kevin--of-desert-bluffs]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (no pressure ofc 💜💜)✌️

5 things that make me happy?

1) The smiles of others, the bigger the better!

2) Teeth

3) Hard word and worship of a Smiling God

4) Fresh blood

5) Cute animals