#inhumann | marko

[strywoven]

@inhumann has requested a story : he hoists their legs over broad shoulders, uncaring for the way they squirmed and whined beneath him. "lil doe... why ya actin' up like this? ain't this whatchu wanted?" a teasing smirk formed as he spoke and only grew in size as he dragged his lips across their inner thigh. "bet yer just soaked right now. been wantin' this to happen for the longest time. can't hide from me, I'm a demon little doe." 

tilting his head to the side ever so slightly he parts his mouth and digs his sharp fangs into their supple flesh. sweet iron tang fills him with a rush of power and he moans against their skin. "'m gonna make ya scream my name." / :''') hi kaen marko came for your entire life

𝑼𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

This , a consequence of chasing after his affections for so long.  Long have they been playing with one another , teasing at something MORE THAN THEY ARE , wherein the godling had come to believe Marko would n e v e r consider them as anything beyond a rare-blooded contract.  Well , never say never , Kaen realizes with a fleeting , dazed wonder , splayed there on their back , watching him smirk up at them from between their legs— Such a turn of events , indeed , the tension between them at LONG LAST comes to its heated apex ; what a mess he’s making of them , and he has done barely anything at all … At least , not y e t .  Though they know a certain promise in the eyes when they see it , they know the tone of w a n t when they hear it ( ah , as if looking in a mirror , for is this not the very same way his little doe has treated him since their contract began ? how rewarding it is to see the roles reversed ) .

Oh , gods alive , oh — !  They did not think this far ahead , the poor thing , so unfamiliar with intimacy , now being thrown so far out of their depth and overwhelmed by all that’s happening.  His taunting them does little to help , and they can only think to try and g l a r e down at him , pinning their ears while smoke curls in dark , cindering wisps from their nose.  Already their body is responding to him , ATTUNED TO HIM ; every touch , every whisper of breath to their fawny-flesh … Did we forget the unspoken part of his doe’s heritage ?  A godling of SEX & FERTILITY .  Their instinct knows what to do even before they do , their blood likely s w e e t e r , calling out to the demon , addictive for the pheromones spilling into their scent and draping across their flesh.  Kaen always despised ( always feared ) this part of their nature – how hungry it was , how greedy – their father often described it as a BLOOMING , but for Kaen … It was an OVERGROWTH ; a raging inferno set in their gut that expanded and began to devour them , urging them to heed to temptation and desire.

… And what if they did ( if only the once ) ?  Isn’t that what they wanted ?  What they BOTH wanted ?

Kaen whimpers again when he bites into the thick swell of their inner thigh , the crystal of their antlers and stones flickering b r i g h t l y as their body jerks at the pain , at the pleasure that smooths the sensation.  It won’t take much to make them weak , but – they think – they can make Marko WORK FOR IT just the same.  Trembling though they are , Kaen props themself up , their heart racing , their mind hazed.  Hand reaches out , gentle – at first – with scarred fingers sifting through black locks before seizing tresses TIGHT & YANKING .  ❝ Y’re– y’re right.  An’ ye’ve kept me waitin’ , ❞ They chide lightly , eyes burning in the dim of the room , smoke and cinder spilling out of their lips and twirling ‘round the rough r u m b l e of their words , ❝ Mo deamhan … ❞ My demon , Kaen calls him with no sore lack of affection , their legs hooking a little tighter about his shoulders , drawing him c l o s e r , ❝ Ah really ‘ope y’re not makin’ me empty promises t’night … ❞  They know he isn’t , but they want terribly to rile him up further , to see exactly HOW FAR he shall go.

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@inhumann said (inbox):

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜ / marko for any verse

     ❝OH? DOES THAT BOTHER you? I would have thought that you enjoyed blood.❞ Just the fact that Marko was annoyed was enough for Ozymandias to instantly zoom in on it, and of course, seek to make his aggravation grow even more. From the moment he had met this demon, his dislike had been instant, for everything about them oozed impertinence. To be expected from one of their kind, yet even so, he would have thought that Marko had some form of drive to survive. Rather than picking at one who could kill them, was it not more prudent to find those weaker than themselves and go after them instead? It was hard to tell what was going through the other’s head when they sought to capture his attention through less…impressive means. ❝Forgive me, then, as I continue to drip blood all over these floors until I see fit to rid myself of it.❞ Not commanded by someone so insignificant.

[zangyo]

@inhumann said (inbox):

❝ oooh! ain't chu scary? ❞ / marko & hes absolutely a curse in jjk or you can do his normal demon self

     WEAPON ALREADY IN HAND, he eyed the curse before him with narrowed gaze. Most curses were incapable of holding a conversation aside from repeating certain words or phrases, so one could already gauge the danger of one just based on how they spoke. Never before had he held a conversation with any until that Patchwork monstrosity attacked him in the sewers, and then from there, it was as if all these powerful curses had suddenly decided to appear from the shadows as if drawn to the chaos of it all. ❝Why are you lurking in this location?❞ Nanami didn’t bother to reply to their little quip, far more focused on what was deemed important at this point in time. Regardless of their answer, he wasn’t about to let them go unless given no choice but to do so. He just needed to observe them a little longer, gain information, and if it came down to it, retreat and ensure that knowledge was given to others with the ability to handle the being in front of him.

[astrummorte-m]

@inhumann

hey turbo, hey guess what?

you put so much love into each of your characters that it gives me a refreshing taste of what the old writing days used to be like. it's not that other people don't put a lot of effort into their characters, but the way you do it makes me giggle and grin like a fool in love. you have so many ideas and ways to put each of your characters into so many fun situations that it's a little funny and a lot of fun to see what you do each day.

loni is a person who believes that the world is cruel but doesn't force that on other people, even if she shies away from people because of it. she's kind, but terribly cruel. she's patient, but wants things done fast. she's understanding, but quick to jump onto impulse. she's scared, but she's willing to take on the entire world. she's a lovely little paradox and i don't know if the world is truly ready for her. she's a wonderful contradiction and i can't imagine tumblr being starved of her.

addie is a delightful take on a traditional doppelganger, one who doesn't steal faces but makes their own - it reminds me of a changeling, which is one of my favorite dnd 5e races, as well as reminding me of a sword dancer from 2e pathfinder. so delightful and so graceful, but ever so sad on the inside, wishing for something more but not knowing where or when to start, so never moving from their place.

marko is a horrible little demon of a man and even though i don't see myself interacting with him, his character is fascinating to me, as someone who used to write all sorts of black morality and morally grey characters for YEARS. he's terrible and awful and yet he shows sometimes that he's capable of good things, capable of caring, even if it is for him to get what he wants in the end it means he has some measure of a heart underneath all that grime.

jae is a tiny lil man who deserves so much love and affection, and i love how you've made him so easy to keep track of but at the same time, he's just this guy who wants love like anybody else! it's a delight to see you roleplay him and i want to just reach out and hug him - he probably would shatter if he got a genuine hug.

if i've forgotten anyone, i'm a silly little jester jingling miserably across the castle's courtroom, but i love you very much turbo! you deserve much love and all the things you could possibly want even if you don't think you want it at the time! i hope life gets easier, and life gives you all the good feelings. i wish you the best, my new friend.

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❛ @inhumann said . . . [ lacerate ] for one muse to get stabbed while protecting/working with the other miss miaaaaa marko wants to protect u ❜

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. eyes shut tightly, expecting the pain to come. but when it never does she shakily opens her eyes, breathing heavy as her brain tries to catch up with the world around her. then she sees him. the knife meant for her insides clatters to the ground, the perpetrator standing wide eyed before the both of them. marko's body slumps but he doesn't fall as she expected him to. who knows what the man's motive had been. but she was a royal and that gave people a million reasons to want her dead. but now he's stumbling back, staring at marko like he's seen a ghost. and with that he runs off in a hurry.

mia blinks, blood pooling into marko's shirt. once the man is out of view marko is on his knees and mia is quick to follow suit, fear in her eyes. he's hurt . . . because of her. he shouldn't have moved. he shouldn't have protected her. guilt fills her to the core, shaky hands applying pressure to the stab wound. but marko is unusually silent and mia wonders if he might be in shock from the pain.

❛ m - marko . . . don't . . . don't move i'll get help, i'll - ❜ but before she can hide them tears are streaming down her cheeks. slender fingers tighten the grip on his shirt, her body wracked with sobs. how could she let this happen ? everyone around me just gets hurt.

injury meme. — accepting.

[creaturetaled]

⭐ hi

𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙖 " ⭐ " 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨. @inhumann.

1). Pasha and Loni. I can already tell you that Pasha would love to antagonize her, but not in a genuinely mean way. She seems like the type of person he'd bully just to get some reaction out of because she gives good reactions, and he's like a 10 year old boy trapped in a 26 year old man's body. That being said, I think a bodyguard / client dynamic would be interesting to explore.

2). Marko & Wyn. I personally think their dynamic might be interesting to explore if only because Wynona really has no concept of demons & other supernatural creatures, so she has no like...stranger danger sense radiating off of her when it comes to interacting with them. She bonds really easily so if Marko even just interacted positively with her for once she'd be begging for him to come back. Toxic? potentially. Still a cool idea to think about.

3). Harlow & Royce. Artists unite! As someone who struggled to get to where he is now, Royce definitely understands the problems artists of any kind face, and would happily reach out a hand to try and assist. I think they'd be cute honestly.

[incendiorum]

unf/ but it’s not rly desire more teasing? from Marko

“ OH, WOW, ” THE SARCASM THAT drips off iovita’s words is venomous. “ how did you know that I wanted to stare at your chest? ” despite their snark, a line of tension runs straight through their body, face turned slightly away so that they’re glaring up at marko through the side of one eye. they’re not clueless – it’s obvious he enjoys annoying the ever-loving shit out of them, but iovita trying to stifle their hair-trigger anger is an impossible task. trying to hide it even more monumental. one of the nearby floor lamps has started to droop towards the floor, the pool of yellow light flickering rapidly.

this is just it. just another something to get a reaction out of them. invading their space. pressing them back against the wall. iovita’s jaw works, attention flickering away to focus on the slowly melting lamp. after a moment, they stir, roll their shoulders back, and bleed the tension from their body.

angling their head back so that it touches the wall, they stare up at him through dark lashes, gray gaze like flint. “ do you know what would be an even better gift? ” they ask, voice low and smooth. reaching up, they set a hand on the demon's chest, their touch unnaturally warm and getting hotter by the second. they try not to linger on the idea of it not even affecting him, instead lifting their chin a little higher. “ you not touching me. ”

pin my muse , @inhumann

[lunarscaled]

@inhumann replied to your post “breathes really loudly near their ear. <3 marko”:

they bite and he’s petting their head like they’re a lil kitten nipping him (kill him lyric he deserves it)

-> BITING. BITING AND MAIMING. DON'T PET THEIR HEAD!!

[ardenssolis]

@inhumann said (inbox):

looms over ozy / from marko :''')

      ALREADY ANNOYED. ❝I see you forget your place, Demon. Does one need remind you of it?❞ his words were a purr, deceptively smooth despite the slight narrow of his eyes. Looming over him like this… How dare they? Lucky for them, he was in a forgiving mood and might ignore this slight depending on their response. However, considering demons were so known for pushing their luck, he wondered just how much they would toe the line in the presence of the sun.

[ardenssolis]

@inhumann said (inbox):

"heeeehhhhhh... maybe 'ah'll go look at tha' cute lil wolfie yer always wit. seem s' fond of her." he grins and throws his hands behind his head. "she's a much better sight than yer ole' crusty ass." / hi ozy marko wanted to get the last word in.

     HOW BORING. DEMONS ALL acted exactly the same. They tried to poke and prod at places they thought would garner a reaction each and every time and it was so exhausting in how obvious it always was. They took enjoyment out of it – out of that rage that bubbled, or that fear that would take root in one’s heart and show within their gaze. Such granted power, fed their wicked hearts and made their blood burn with pleasure upon enacting pain. Sighing, he rested his cheek upon a closed fist, gaze sliding away from them as if to state that Marko simply wasn’t worth the time or effortt to pay much attention to. ❝By all means. You will find that I will not stop you.❞ Loni was going to punch a hole through his chest, so Ozymandias wasn’t the least bit concerned.

[ardenssolis]

baldur's gate 3 prompts; accepting || @inhumann

❝ i can’t help but feel the strangest twinge of disgust as i look upon you. ❞ / marko sldfkjsldfs

      THE FEELING WAS QUITE mutual. Though not particularly fond of demons like most people for understandable reasons, he was often fairly neutral towards them unless they gave him a reason to be otherwise (earning his ire being the biggest culprit). In Marko’s case, being ‘otherwise’ was a given when they clearly took enjoyment out of dancing right upon the edge. What neutrality Ozymandias might have had towards them was abysmal, replaced, instead, by burning dislike. They just needed to give him a one reason for violence and it would be enacted with the same swift cruelty of the Divine. ❝Then do not look upon me,❞ he cooed, lazily gesturing hand to the area around them. ❝There is a great big world out there, you know, and yet you subjugate yourself to being near one whom you cannot stand? It makes your whining seem so insincere.❞

[attroxx]

❛ @inhumann said . . . ‘ sharing a bed with a pretty girl like you? count me in. ’ miaaaaaaa ❜

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐃 ? mia glances around the room, eyes landing on the only bed in the room. it's a queen, big enough for two people but . . . sharing a bed with marko ?! there's no way !! turning to face marko he looks a little too excited, eyes practically staring her down. the princess jumps, tightening the grip on her luggage strap. he must be joking. mia bites her lip, shaking her head. eyes land on a couch and mia quickly scurries over to it, already opening her bags to unpack. maybe inviting marko on this trip was a mistake.

❛ i - i'll take the couch, it's no problem . . . really. ❜ there was no way she could share a bed with marko. despite being mostly comfortable around him she doesn't love the idea of sharing a bed with a man she finds attractive and who has no problem saying things to embarrass her. it's a horrible combo. so, she continues to unpack, praying he doesn't put up a fight.

only one bed meme.― accepting.

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❛ @inhumann said . . . 🛑 + reverse (or not reverse, either or tbh) with marko & mia ❜

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍. getting himself into trouble without a care in the world. and it's not as if she had a say in it. she'd told him before to be careful, that she didn't enjoy cleaning his wounds like this. but it never stopped him. the princess was simply wasting her breath by expressing any concern. the silence isn't comfortable, but normal. sleeves rolled up to her elbows she's on her knees, marko seated on a stool as she cleans him with a warm washcloth. it's nearing four am and if she were honest, there was no way she'd been getting sleep tonight after what'd occured.

once his arms are clean she pulls out the first - aid kit. making sure his cuts are bandaged. she's gentle, fingers barely brushing his skin. it takes her entire being to bite her tongue. but she'd promised she wouldn't scold him. it just angered him and it got them nowhere. mustering up a smile the princess stand.

❛ all better . . . you should get some rest. ❜ please.

send 🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours. ― accepting.

[ardenssolis]

continued from [ x ] || @inhumann

     HMM…WELL THAT EXPLAINED some things. Loni hadn’t seemed the least bit bothered, which was an eyebrow raiser all in itself considering the type of personality that Marko had should have been an automatic repellent. Despite the demon’s poor attempts at aggravating him, Ozymandias’ curiosity had at least been temporarily held due to his own confusion. ❝Other than demons acting like they usually do, nothing too much of note. I was merely taken aback by how it seemed as if you two knew one another. Seems the mystery has been solved.❞ Loni knew quite a bit of individuals it seemed. That was probably not abnormal considering her connection to the 'unknown' world that was the supernatural.

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❛ @inhumann said . . . kabedon / mia & marko im so sorry ❜

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐄𝐒. figuratively and literally. but she'd been so distracted and . . . she hadn't meant to, truly !! but with a yelp the blonde is pressed to the wall of the alleyway, a figure looming over her. it seems she has to crane her neck just to see the face of the man. her hands are shaking, eyes falling from the others gaze. she'd made a mistake and now the stranger is clearly upset. maybe his shoes were expensive . . . she could easily buy a replacement !! the princess feels her heart thudding like a brick against her chest.

❛ i - i'm so sorry, i can . . . i can replace your shoes if they are ruined. i should have watched where i was going . . . ❜ her voice isn't nearly as strong as she hoped but what could she do. if he decided to hurt her there was nothing she could do.

send ' kabedon ' to pin my muse against the wall. ― accepting.

[attroxx]

❛ @inhumann said . . . he smirks. "if heights an issue…" without waiting for an answer he swoops mia into his arms. "'ere we go. light as a feather. now ya can' complain tha' ya can' reach m', huh?" ❜

𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. with just a quick motion mia now sits in his arms. he holds her gently enough and wow, she hadn't realized how strong he was. not that she weighed all that much but . . . mia can't help but feel a bit jealous. bright blues meet his gaze, realizing now just how close his face is to her own. the surprise wears off, now left with the reality that she can kiss him now. something she'd thought of so many times but just could never bring herself to do. now there was no excuse.

a hand gently reaches up to cup his cheek, blue gaze searching his face for a moment too long. maybe she was stalling or . . . maybe she was relishing in the moment. it's hard to say. her thumb runs across his skin before leaning up to press their lips together. her heart hammers in her chest, hoping her kiss isn't clumsy or embarrassing. eyes flutter closed, her hand running down his cheek and to his neck. the princess just wants to touch him. maybe it was needy or maybe she came across too eager but, who cares ? she was the one kissing marko, no one else.

unprompted asks. — always accepting.