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midnightmah07 · 5 months ago

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leobelle's intro post ––✧

'leobelle' is the ship name for Leona and Isabelle, who's my RSA oc based on Belle from Beauty and The Beast!

This intro is a way to easily show newcomers (or just curious people in general) how Isa and Leona's dynamic works, and also a good excuse for me to ramble lol. In this post I'll be sharing their timeline as well as a few fun and random facts about them (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

How'd they start?

Isabelle and Leona are in an arranged marriage for political reasons. They've met when Isabelle was 15 and Leona was 17, and their marriage was set to happen when Isabelle reached the age of 21.

Both of them didn't have a good first impression of each other. Leona was extremely against the idea of marrying some random girl he didn't know, and because of that he wasn't exactly welcoming when first meeting Isabelle, which made her see him as just a brute.

As years went on and they had their formal meetings and school activities that required them to interact, Leona and Isabelle did not seem to get along at all, with most of their interactions being filled with passive aggressiveness and on some occasions full on arguments. One day, Leona overhears a few RSA students talking about Isabelle and he learns how she's treated as an outcast, people looking down on her due to being strict and having her head in the clouds, as well as fearing she could spill some of their secrets when using her Unique Magic; this made Leona view her in a different light and have empathy towards her, but since Isabelle still perceived him as just a brute their relationship didn't suffer much change.

During this time, Isabelle had developed a crush on Neige. He was the only person in RSA who was willing to get to know her and to listen to her stories from her books. Still, Isabelle is someone very loyal, she knew that her engagement was simply arranged and her and Leona had no actual relationship, but she felt like it was wrong to try and persue someone else. So, one day she ended up confessing just to get her feelings out, and just as she predicted Neige rejected her, telling her he saw her only as a dear friend. This all happened in her second year at RSA.

Later, during an RSA and NRC joint school activity, Leona ended up noticing that Isabelle was quieter and less responsive to most of his remarks, and later he found her crying alone somewhere. He tried making light of the situation, but she cut him off right away; he tried leaving, but he felt bad. So, he sat by her side and stayed there until she stopped crying. He somehow ended up comforting Isabelle, his hand slowly making light taps on her back as she tried to stop crying. He didn't say anything but he sat there with her until she was done, and after that Isabelle felt much better and thanked Leona, it was the first time he saw her genuinely smile at him.

During that exchange, Isabelle shared why she was crying, and she ended up mentioning that even if Neige felt the same, she would've cut things off right away, because Leona was her fiancé, and she wasn't the cheating type. This made Leona curious, he didn't understand her thought process, so when he asked why she was bounding herself to him, she simply said: "I gave my word that I'd stay by your side. I don't think it's fair to pursue someone else, it'd break my promise."

This was when Leona's interest in her intensified, not only did he feel a sense of kinship to her due to how similar people treated both of them, but now he realized that he was someone's priority for the first time. He didn't admit to this feeling, but he felt the need to try and talk to her more, to tease her more, to get a reaction out of her; she would not break her promise? She would not leave him? He started taking delight in messing with her, he even gave her a nickname, 'mousey'. It was like he needed to get her attention, to test if she really regarded him that much, even if just because of their engagement (this was mostly done subcontiously, he never said that he did these things because he wanted her attention).

Isabelle's perspective of him also changed a bit. He was being a nuisance, yes, but she started to respect him because he comforted her during a time of vulnerability, although in his own way, of course. She started trying to argue less, she still nagged him about his duties as a prince, but now it was in an almost affectionate way.

During more of their interactions, probably during visits to Sunset Savannah, Isabelle had realized how much Leona avoided his family, and started seeing that his unwillingness to try and do anything wasn't simply laziness, but part of a bigger issue that made him give up trying altogether. She started noticing him more during Spelldrive competitions and seeing that he seemed like a new person when competing, as well as how much of a great leader he was. This all shaped Isabelle's respect from before into empathy and curiousness; she wanted to learn more about him, to get to know him as a person. His issues, his full personality, she wanted to have him open up to her.

Isabelle and Leona started getting comfortable with each other; Leona would let her read to him (mostly when he was about to nap, but he sometimes genuinely tried to listen to her), and they constantly had chess matches with each other, with no clear winner until today. Even so, Leona was still hard as a rock. He liked Isabelle, he felt empathy for her and he was happy to hear she was prioritizing him, but he was still unwilling to open up.

Isabelle voiced her frustrations to him one day, telling him she wanted him to be comfortable with her, but he denied, telling her that he had nothing to share, which she retalliated by saying that if that was true he wouldn't be so defensive. It was their first actual fight and it happened right before the events of book 2, adding to Leona's feelings of rejection and despair (yes, this is my attempt at making the Simba and Nala fight scene from The Lion King, this is the gist of it but I plan on giving this more details in a story).

After Leona's overblot, Isabelle went to him to see how he was since she was extremely worried, but she didn't mention their fight, she just took care of his wounds. Before she left, Leona apologized to her, he had to swallow a lot of pride to do so, but his fight with Isabelle made him feel worse than he imagined: he missed her voice, their chess matches and even her nagging. Isabelle apologized for pressing on the subject and told him she wouldn't insist on it anymore, but Leona told her he'd try to open up more, but in exchange he wanted her to tell him about her worries and issues. Isa smiled and agreed, telling him it more than a fair exchange.

Later, Leona did actually try to open up more. He didn't answer all her questions, but he answered a few, his walls were still there, but he tried lowering them a bit. It was hard for him but this time Isabelle was patient, and she thanked him everytime he shared a little bit of himself with her. In return, she told him about everything she had gone through and her insecurities, she was nervous about it but she thought it was only fair since Leona was trying to be open.

At the start of book 4, their families, noticing they were acting strange towards each other, decided to give them a little 'nudge' and set them up on a date without them knowing and made them meet somewhere by 'accident'. Leona and Isabelle walked and she found a big bookstore that had a lot of the stories she's been wanting to read, and ya know... Leona just casually bought all of them for her- It was his way of apologizing for making her worried due to his overblot.

As they were about to leave, Isabele apologized for her father doing all of this and he just shrugged, knowing Kifaji also helped set them up. They got caught up in the moment and kissed, then Isabelle ran away because she's a coward- After it happened though, they both pretended that it never did, and a lot of miscommunication goes on because Isabelle thinks Leona doesn't mention it because he doesn't like her, and Leona assumed the same thing about her– Still, this made them finally admit to themselves that maybe just maybe they've developed feelings for each other.

Leona was the one to tell his feelings to Isabelle. One day he just gets fed up with her avoiding him at all costs and straight up tells her that he's been in love with her for a while now and would like her to be his partner and not just an arranged fiancée. She agrees, although she's very embarrased about it, and tells him she's felt the same for quite some time; they've been together ever since the end of book 4.

Random & Fun Facts

As mentioned before, Leona and Isabelle have regular chess matches with each other. They're currently on a tie, since they keep winning against each other everytime, and Leona finds it fun to have a worthy opponent for a change since Isabelle is actually great at chess.

Leona's nickname for Isabelle, 'mousey', was created because "she's just as small as one" and because "her nagging sounds like a mouse's squeaks" to him.

Speaking of nicknames... Other than 'mousey', Leona calls Isabelle 'Isa' and if he's feeling particularly clingy/affectionate that day he might call her 'sweetheart'; Isabelle on the other hand calls him 'dear' and 'Leo'.

Their love languages are physical touch and acts of service, however Isabelle uses a bunch of words of affirmations when they start dating as well, recognizing he has heard enough bad things about himself so she wants to start speaking positively about him to him.

Leona actually knows a few of the books Isabelle has read and he lets her ramble on and on about her favorite stories. He looks uninterested most of the time but if Isabelle asks him a question about what she's talking about he will answer immediately, he's always paying attention to her and wants her to know he'd never find her boring.

Isabelle has vowed to never use her Unique Magic (Inner Beauty) against Leona unless she absolutely has to. She wants to show she trusts him enough to talk about himself in his own time, so she refuses to use it on him regardless of the situation.

Isabelle and Leona get along well with each other's families. Isabelle's always trying to help Falena and Leona meet middle ground and have a good relationship, but mostly just by advising Falena to give Leona space and show that he cares; Leona is loved by Isabelle's father and older sisters, and after they start dating Leona takes it upon himself to tell Isabelle's sisters to stop bothering and making fun of her, and even told her father to do something about it (obviously this was all done without Isabelle's knowledge).

I've written stories about them in my other account @mahs-dumpster if anyone for some reason wants more content (which would be wild like what the heck isn't this already like way too much aren't you sick of them–); however some of the stories don't match the 'canon' ideas I have for them now so they can be seen as AUs.

The dividers I used can be found here.

#💙! leobelle #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #rsa oc #leona kingscholar x oc #also lemme just say #some things are subject to change in the future #although i think the overall structure of their timeline won't change

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hetalia-club · 1 month ago

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Share the plot sis!

YOU GOT IT!

Here is the Hetalia fighting game I have thought about for nearly a decade now.

I have spent too much time sitting around thinking about what a Hetalia fighting game would be like/ I think a dating sim was a dumb idea for a game and a fighting game would just be better tbh. So the game would play like a typical fighter akin to Mortal Kombat so like a side facing fighting game. They would all have their own skill sets, finishing moves and what not that was heavily influenced by their culture & personalities. Now I don't think it would be as violent as Mortal Kombat (Though I think that would be fun and play into the absurdity that is Hetalia and it is an M rated series and they could get away with it if they wanted. Plus they are all immortal so that would be a good 'yeah he's fine' type thing, you may have gotten cut in half but rub some dirt in it, tis but a scratch.) They would have outfits you could choose from & unlock as you play. Costumes would be based on things like Magical Strike, Cardverse, Gangsta, Historical, Pop Culture references. I also think it would be fun if they could all wear each others clothing. So the outfits were not all character based and you could put let's say Russia in America's Cowboy outfit and that would be fine.

A mechanic I imagine is a Specials Bar

Specials Bar- would be the meter you build up In order to do your special/finishing moves. You would build it up by landing hits and combos. And successfully evading hits and someone else’s special attack by timing it just right.

Fighting styles would be something like this England: Would use magic almost entirely. Would have a wand. Mostly a mid-long range fighter but would have a ‘vanish’ type move you could do to make a quick get away. Arthur and a few others would have a separate bar called a ‘magic meter’ that could be used for separate things like the vanishing in a cloud of smoke or combo breaking. A full magic meter could be used to cancel a special/finishing attack. He would have to charge the magic meter making it difficult to build up but worth it if you could pull it off.

Italy: would have really good evading, a quick dash you would have to time just right to avoid and would have quick high hit count combos. He would be a speed fighter for sure. Would mostly use his fists but would pull a knife out of his boot during combos. Unlike other characters who need to hit other characters to build up their specials bar. Italy’s specials bar would build up very slowly as he’s hit as well.

America- would be a slower character but a really heavy hitter to balance him out. His combos would now be high hits but instead like 2 or 3 really good punches. Would have pistols you could use to stagger and block cancel.

So The game wouldn't be set in an actual war because that would be fucked. But instead it would make up it's own scenario that I think would work really well.

They game would focus as Italy as the starting main character in the story. It would start off as Italy waking up one morning and realizing from watching the news all the other countries are gone and have replaced by doublegangers. He travels around the world freeing the other countries from their captors. Which are, you guessed it the 2p characters. As you free other countries you gain the option to use them in fights instead of Italy, but Italy will still be the main character. The 2ps are not recolors but are instead totally separate characters with their own move sets & finishers. You are trying to solve the mystery of who these people are, why they look like everyone, where they came from and who is in charge of it all. It's reveled that 2p Italy is the ring leader behind the whole thing & they are from an alternate dimension.

so yeah...that's it

#hetalia

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pokemonlunarregion · 1 year ago

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Pokemon Lunar legendary.

Celestagon.

How to evolve: No Evolution.

No shiny version as it is shiny locked.

Region: A region of eternal night as scientists created plants that could grow in moonlight, though there is some places that try to create artificial lights for the plants that couldn't grow in the moonlight. The moon still changing to different fullness percents with times there is no moon visible.

Region name: Lunar region.

Type: Dragon Dark.

Pokemon species name: The serpent dragon.

Ability: Magic guard.

Description: This Pokémon is only known by a few select people in the entire region. It has strong magical abilities that it can use outside of battles. It was once known to the public however overtime its existence was covered up to most people. It became only a vague memory at best to some. It is an ancient Pokémon that a long time ago put certain Pokémon to sleep; Only to be awoken when this Pokémon uses its magic to allow this to happen. The reason for it putting these Pokémon to sleep is mostly agreed to be to allow it to show it's better than them, though some insist it is aware it will one day be defeated and stored those Pokémon away as a last resort defence. It is able to turn invisible by darting through a cloud in the sky, however this is only a temporary thing as it cannot be invisible for more than two minutes. It can use its long tail to wrap its victims up, and will usually use its tail to wrap up a victim before kidnapping them though this rarely happens.

Lore: This Pokémon is said to have slept for one thousand years until it was awakened by a persons Pokémon magic. It is believed to be a vengeful Pokémon believed that it will destroy the world if not stopped. Its power was greatly feared by the masses, and still is to those who know of its existence. It is said in ancient legends that if this Pokémon were to awaken from its slumber then a hero will rise to stop its rampage; and this hero will be able to get it to break the spell of eternal night making night and day cycles again. That person will be declared the highest standing hero of the region. Though this hero must beware as it is said that this Pokémon will be able to sense if someone is the hero, and it may use its magic to do what it deems needed to stop its defeat. In some ancient tales it's said that it can roar in a way that it can be heard across the land, and thus was deemed to be an omen that the end of the world is to come.

Signature moves:

One it has when encountered:

Moon blast: A full moon appears between the Pokémon's horns and with the power of the moon sends a beam at its opponent. Only able to hit one opponent.

Special move.

Move type: Dragon.

Attack power: 70.

PP: 10.

Accuracy: 100.

One it gets at level 90:

Star fall: Stars are summoned around the Pokémon and launched at an opponent like meteors. Able to hit multiple opponents at once.

Special move.

Move type: Dragon.

Attack power: 90.

PP: 10.

Accuracy: 100.

Stats: At level 70 when encountered.

Hp: 165.

Attack stat: 180.

Defence stat: 150.

Speed stat: 120.

Special Defence stat: 145.

Special Attack stat: 174.

Stats: At level 100. Dependent on how it is trained/raised.

Hp: Min: 325. Max: 415.

Attack stat: Min: 280. Max: 480.

Defence stat: Min: 268. Max: 350.

Speed stat: Min: 245. Max: 365.

Special Defence stat: Min: 250. Max: 350.

Special Attack stat: Min: 280. Max: 480.

Design inspiration: Mega Absol, Dragonair, Pokemon fusions, dragons, and imagining how royal dragons would lay to look down upon their subjects, with a slight change so the pokemon is looking to its wings instead of just holding its head up high.

Lunar region is a region that I have thought about making. I will be making more Pokémon and variants for this region.

#pokemon lunar region #pokemon lunar #pokemon #lunar region #pokemon region #pokemon legendary #pokemon new region legendary #Pokémon fake legendary #pokemon lunar legendary #pokemon lunar region legendary

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ambiguouspuzuma · 1 year ago

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Terra forma

Aanshi was a stylist to the stars. Well, planets, mostly. Her team travelled from one solar system to the next, offering their services to celestial bodies that had seen better days. Sometimes it took a touch of terraforming: tidying up a few fraying fjords, contouring the edge of a crater, or buffing dust rings until they shone. Sometimes a red planet just needed a little rouge.

Peoples were becoming increasingly planetproud. Whichever calendar their species used, this was a day and age where somebody was always watching, observatories and space telescopes, even preserving photographs for eternity. All it took was one bad decade, and a candid snap could end up in some alien city's science museum forever.

Aanshi took pride in catering to all planet types, from gas giant to terrestrial, helping even the most faded world to capture their old glory. There was no job too big, no satellite too small. If an ice cap was going grey, or the sores of depleted mines needed implants for that smooth, 'just formed' look, her team was there to roll back the eons.

Laykar was clearly on the larger end of the spectrum, and blighted by the bald spots of artificial deserts. That was something they could normally fix with some tree plugs, but this more than mere deforestation: the inhabitants had broken their climate, and that needed replacing as much as the generations of topsoil and undergrowth.

Aanshi's team set to redirecting ocean currents and balancing their acidity, whilst she worked on the skies. She just needed to seed a few million clouds with silver iodide, and soon the air would be... well, right as rain. It took a circumnavigation, and a few months on her own, but she didn't mind that. Let the others handle the client entertaining. She just needed to be left to work her magic.

That was why she'd left home in the first place. She'd come out here to get away - changed her name, taken up a new profession - and she was still getting away with it. This was the life she'd built for herself. Her old family had never understood her, never accepted who she was, and so she'd made herself a new one. This was what she did. She was a curator of worlds, and she'd started by fixing her own.

The Layk were a three-legged race. Not in the War of the Worlds, camera-tripod sort of way, but more like a human creator had messed up her calculations, or been overly generous when handing out the limbs. They only had two arms, at least, but they were shared across two torsos, joined at the hip and the neck, with one head each - all of them now twitching with obvious nerves.

"What's going on?" she whispered to Chima, who was her chief compost guy. He seemed far more composed than their hosts.

"Not sure," he whispered back. The Layk didn't speak their language, but they all wore the basic universal translators that were standard for interstellar business. The microphones on those things were surprisingly sensitive. "I'd popped over there for a drink, but Enea clearly said something to set them off."

"I was just telling them that we were waiting for you," the botanist told Aanshi. She was standing close enough for her own translator to pick up what they were saying. In fact, the surprise was that Chima had left her side at all. They were usually as joined at the hip as their hosts, leaving Aanshi as the only lone wolf in their pack.

"What exactly did you say?" she asked, adjusting her own translator. It was nice to work alone, but sometimes the others needed her to keep them on the right path.

"Uh... only that we were awaiting our commander, the Gift of Heaven, who was bringing a mighty storm. Oh, and I pointed upwards, to let them know that you were coming down from orbit."

"That was helpful of you." Aanshi looked at the Layk, and saw that those nervous eyes were definitely fixed on her. That made sense now. The tapping of a third leg, the two torsos shivering around their gap. She could see right through them. "Say my name again?"

"Huh? The Divine Blessing? The Benefaction of God?"

"Thank you." Aanshi knew what her name meant, having chosen it recently. Perhaps the translators were a little too universal. "Can you tell them that our great leader has decided to go elsewhere, and I'm just a friend come to settle up in her place. Oh, and make a note for me - next time we visit a foreign planet, let's work under local names."

"Whatever you dictate," Enea said. "You're the ruler."

"And help me to adjust this damn translator back."

#writing #original writing #short story #sci-fi #writers of tumblr #scifi

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theinvisibledoodlewizard · 2 years ago

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Quest poll✨

Coin: heads

You jerk away from the strange lady, making a loud “SQU3333KZZRK zzzzzzzzzzztst” as you do so. Cloud also let out a loud “BAAAA!” and went scurrying to a bush, but that seemed to be from your reaction and not the stranger. It took you a few seconds to regain your footing, after this big outburst, and you finished off with a long stare at the stranger seeing what her move is.

“Woah. You were asleep? Huh. Welp, I’ll re-ask my question then since you got that out of your system. What are you doing here?”

You keep staring at her, still not sure if her query shows hostility or just casual curiosity. The stranger returns your gaze, blinking slowly and obviously unbothered, leaning on her broom handle and her eyes glittering with amusement. Her short pitch dark hair peeked out from under her deep purple witch’s hat, it didn’t ease your concern at all since witches used to attack peaceful travelers. Her blue dress stopped about mid-thigh, it would have been scandalous if it wasn’t for the fact she was wearing well worn cargo pants underneath it. A pack was slung across her back, with all kinds of plants and funguses sticking out of it. Her outfit was finished off with smart purple boots that matched her hat, and added three inches to her height. She was a very imposing lady, all her attention aimed at you. That really didn’t ease your concern

“I аmmm jzzzzzt pa55!иg thKSHHHZT- thr0uGн,” you stammer.

The lady cocks her head to one side, reminding you of a dog, as she looks at you in confusion.

“Didn’t quite catch that, I don’t speak robot-latin,” she replied lazily, running her finger in her ear as if to get something out of it so she could hear you better, “You wanna run that by me again?”

You break you gaze from the stranger for the first time, looking to the bush where Cloud is just emerging, or a least its head is, but your vision darts back to the witch quickly. You still aren’t sure if she would eat Cloud like those lions would, and you don’t think angering a possible magic user would be a good idea. Unfortunately, that small glance didn’t go unnoticed by the sharp eyed stranger, and she casually turned to look at the bush.

“Oh, your little sheep friend. Don’t worry, I’m out here collecting plant stuffs, not meat. Your buddy is fine. Well, mostly. Looks and sounds like both of y’all kinda went through a gantlet recently. ‘S’at what your here for? Help? I’m not really known for that, but you also don’t really look like the type to be knowing things,” the last remark came with a smile as her eyes went back to you, and you felt indignation rising inside you boiler at the remark.

“P4яяяяd0n uzzz mA’ammm KSHHHZZZT ьuT wㅌ’77 b33333-”

Her raised hand stopped you mid-sentence, “Save it sweetie, I can’t understand a word anyway,”

She took a step back, looking between you and Cloud, then nodded to herself as if she’d made up her mind.

“Alright, you weird goobers can follow me and I’ll get you fixed up, then you can tell me what you’re doing on my land. How ‘bout that?” She finished this statement with a triumphant stamp of her broom on the grass.

You shake your head and step backwards, but doing that sends you into the small stream with a big splash, sending water everywhere. Cloud ducks back into the bush with a yet another startled cry, and the witch is sent into a fit of laughter.

“Now, now,” she says in between chuckles, “I ain’t gonna take no for an answer. You might as well come with me before you rust into an immovable- whatever you are.”

(Reblog would be appreciated! This one was longer than normal sjhvsjhvsjhvs)

#quest poll

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cobaltpanther · 21 days ago

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I was bored so I said if I got 5 likes or more I'd compose a detailed post of both of my OC D&D parties and I got 7 soooo...

SOME CONTEXT: Both of these parties are original characters created BY ME for purely creative/de-stressing purposes. They both exist in Exandria of the Critical Role universe, specifically on the continent of Wildemount. For the lore nerds, the Shieldmaidens are active between 828 and 838 PD (Post Divergence), while the Headstrongs are active between 848 and 850 Post Divergence.

Obviously this is an amorphous AU canon where the events of Campaign 3 get resolved nice and neat, maybe the whole "moon's haunted" subplot isn't prevalent, idk. I came up with these characters before C3 started on that tangent, so just keep that in mind!

Headstrongs:

Vindithas "Vin" Morcoast (He/Him, Mixed Heritage (Elf/Orc), 11th level Gloomstalker ranger)

Another strong silent type. Kind of gives off "Cassian Andor meets Aragorn" vibes. Noble, loyal, but introverted most of the time.

Natural leader but actively avoids leadership decisions and roles, but believes in leading by example.

Has definitely killed in cold blood but isn't want to do it without good reason anymore.

Will use his rugged good looks to get better prices on supplies, but isn't proud that he does it.

Overabundance of natural talent means everything is kind of easy for him, so he does this thing where he'll either offer to help someone well past the point that they need it, or he'll just fix the problem and walk away.

Doesn't lecture people when they disappoint him, but somehow they know he's disappointed, and that makes it worse.

Never knew his father (an orc), and his mom (an elf from Bysaes Tyl in the northern Dwendalian Empire) committed ritual suicide when he was younger. His maternal aunts - all elven supremacists - consider him a stain on their family's honor and their sister's legacy, and have vowed to track him down and kill him.

He lost his left leg from just below the knee down in a trap when he was younger, and has a magical prosthetic made of some wooden and metal parts.

For obvious reasons he's a sad drunk.

Clainthryth "Clara" Lelista (She/Her, Human, 5th level Arcane Trickster rogue/6th level Order of Scribes wizard)

Think Jenna Coleman with some Eartha Kitt-levels of delightfully chaotic attitude mixed in.

Wisecracking personality, curious, quick-thinking, cultured but doesn't flaunt it.

She's a landscape painter by trade and profession, and her magic is all paint or art-themed. A sketched hand for Mage Hand, watercolor clouds for Disguise Self, making blades out of ink (a homebrew cantrip).

She's also a member of a clandestine organization that's trained in espionage to prevent conflict between different guilds on the Menagerie Coast, protect patents, recover stolen art, etc.

She got into sketching pinups and raunchy stuff as a side hustle when she was younger and her parents, who were also both artists and Renaissance af, were both like "Oh cool! She's so talented and progressive! Keep sketching nudes, darling!"

Flirts for sport.

She has an ear for voices and can copy people's voices with varying degrees of accuracy. She mostly just does it to make fun of people.

She might have a crush on Vin but like I said she flirts for sport so there's no way we'll ever know for certain...

Hala "Paisley" Andradari (He/Him, Hobgoblin, 7th level Battlemaster fighter/4th level Inquisitive rogue)

He's Sokka from ATLA, but a hobgoblin. Very similar personalities and foils, but with the benefit of experience that comes from being in his mid-20s. He's still sometimes an idiot though.

His nickname comes from a paisley-patterned sash he wears constantly (I wanna say it was the first big thing he acquired through trading as a sailor, so it has sentimental value to him?)

He's from Tussoa and his dad was a ranger serving the city, who was a close friend of Tussoa's Marquis (he was one of her most prominent supporters before she was elected to her position).

His mom was killed by pirates with the Revelry (big pirate brotherhood on the Menagerie Coast)

He wanted to become a ranger like his dad but can't cast spells for crap, so after going on a soul-searching journey where he served as a privateer on a ship and fought pirates, he came back and joined the Zhelezo (equivalent to the town watch on the Menagerie Coast. Every city has 'em).

Percy de Rolo is one of his idols and inspirations. Not the whole "he invented guns" thing, but just his mechanical inclinations and tinkerings and stuff.

His big gimmick is very RDJ Iron Man-coded: He goes up against an enemy, gets the shit kicked out of him, does some sulking and self-reflection, and comes back with a weapon or invention that can counter exactly the shit-kicking move that hung him out to dry the first time.

Tovae Seastone (She/Her, Quarter-elf, 10th level College of Swords bard)

Wiccan Folk Punk Swordswoman.

She's snarky, she's chaotic, she's dry-humored, she's anti-authority and pro-creativity and thrift...She's the closest to a Talesin Jaffe character this party has.

Believes in leaving "moral echoes" and that small positive choices can incite real change across multiple lives.

Is a bad influence. If someone has an idea that involves breaking the law, she is 200% down to clown.

Before joining the party she worked as a trick swordswoman for a traveling performers' troupe, which is how she met Tali and eventually Zaya. She mostly just did tricks with swords but also fought in underground matches for money, and did some Robin Hood shenanigans to help people.

She also knew Clara before the party formed as well - they met and worked together a few times to steal back some art from a wizard who was easily offended.

Spends any fun money she gets on hats and portable musical instruments (she likes finger cymbals and kalimbas).

Ferociously haggles for everything and is the party's face during any shopping escapades.

Shiloh Neilsson (He/Him/They, Stout halfling, 10th level College of the Road bard)

Halfling grifter with some dwarven heritage, a transatlantic fashion sense, and a surprisingly good right hook.

Hyperactive, impish, extroverted, and ludicrously optimistic.

Most of his schemes revolve around making money and impressing girls, in that order.

He essentially talked his way into an apprenticeship with Clara's guild and has been raising hell ever since. She thinks it's funny as hell.

Definitely hiding his big sad feelings with humor. Who or what hurt you, my guy? <3

He's an aspiring Triple Treat but his acting's a little stunted.

Big thing is graffiti art - Where Clara's art-themed spells are precise, elegant, and deadly, Shiloh's are VERY untrained and look straight-up like doofy street art.

He's related by blood to a Dwarven player character from CR but I won't say who.

He owes some very unpleasant people more money than he'd care to admit.

Zolzaya Moss (She/Her, Goliath (with mixed heritage), 11th level Way of Four Elements remastered monk)

Eight ounces of Lesbian dumbass.

Seems kinda fidgety and ADHD-coded (well, she IS) but is actually weirdly insightful and usually knows a LOT more than she lets on.

Except with girls. She can't flirt for crap and is completely oblivious to flirting directed at her.

Eats like Luffy from One Piece.

Fights like Aang from ATLA but angrier. A neat trick she does is to use the water and air pockets in a target's body to magnify blows and amplify internal damage in a really nasty negative feedback loop.

Sleeps better in a tree than in a bed (its because she oversleeps in a bed and falls out of trees to wake up)

Agroforestry is her special interest.

She smells like rain.

She is tangentially connected to the Shieldmaidens adventuring party (They adopted and basically raised her)

Tali Rootcaller (She/Her, Half-Elf, 10th level Swashbuckler rogue)

Pale pirate goth half-elf.

Vaguely Anya Taylor-Joy looking?

Hair, lips and legs like Dana Tan from Batman Beyond.

She's not really a pirate - acrobat and tightrope walker, actually - but she's adopted the affectation and the aesthetic with a marvelous grace.

Bubbly, curious, sociable.

She breaks the "rogues need tragic backstories" bullshit by having two very alive and loving parents. Dad's human, mom's an elf, specifically a pallid elf priestess of the Moonweaver. Pallid elves are from the Cyrios Mountains. They have a unique elven culture that Tali wants to honor and learn more about

Her parents were a gentleman and lady thief duo that got famous for stealing from the rich and using some of the money they made selling the stuff they stole to support lower-income communities along the Menagerie Coast. They got into trouble with the Myriad though (Wildemount's major crime syndicate) and went into hiding with the leader of the performers' troupe Tali later joined.

Kind of a city girl at heart but she's lived on the road long enough she can rough it with the rest of them.

Like Tovae she's got a habit of pulling a Robin Hood in towns they visit, picking out the richest asshole and redistributing his shit.

Legs. For. DAYS.

She swings both ways but gets a look at Zaya's monk bod and its that freeway exit meme with heart eyes.

She and Paisley kinda have a simultaneous unspoken thing going on but it never really develops.

Psolana Koa (She/Her, Tiefling, 10th level Echo Knight fighter)

Tiefling surfer girl. NOT a beach bunny, a surfer girl.

Light blue skin, cyan hair, and stubby backward curving horns that are asymmetrical - her right horn has two "nubs" sticking out of the base.

Grew up with a fair amount of money since both parents were renowned artisans (they handmade surfboards and seashell jewelry).

A decision was made at some point during her characterological development that a.) there is a surfing culture on the Menagerie Coast, and b.) tieflings kinda helm it.

Her fighting style is based around throwing knives and daggers. She throws, teleports to her echo's position, repeats the process.

Surfs like she was born to do it, and thanks to being an Echo Knight, she windsurf the same wave from multiple angles.

Got her Dunamis abilities from a grey-white bioluminescent tide, and her echoes look like sea spray and foam.

Out of combat and out of the water though? Total klutz. Gets her horns and tail caught on things, slips, loses her footing, etc.

Her parents - especially dad - were part of an environmentally-conscious surfing community that protected the coast from exploitation and monitored the local coral reefs and stuff, but were forced out when a new leadership took over and started promoting localism on surfing beaches to a violent degree.

Acts cool when she isn't trying, but when she tries, she isn't cool.

Pansexual, politically progressive, vegetarian (except shellfish. She INHALES shellfish).

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bigsoftmarshmallow · 6 months ago

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X's And Bones: The Creator's Work Station

Chapter 1: Soul Bases and Colors

White (upside down) - Monster Soul (Love)

Shades of Gray - Lost Soul, Lost their traits (Can be gained back {colored gray}, or get new traits {Completely cloud gray}: Can be done so through experiences and relationships)

Dusty White - No trait (They haven't discovered their traits yet, so like really young children or ???)

Cracked Souls (Charcoal Cracks) - Suffer from Mental Illness/Addictions/Accidents (Can be healed with time, care, and love) Can cause mental, emotional illnesses and issues. With the Main 7 Traits of souls, it can invert them, causing them physical pain and personality flips.

Healed Cracks (Colored Lines) - Depending on how the crack was healed/solved, the line will take on the color of the secondary trait or of the soul color that was used to fix the causation of the crack. (If a Yellow soul used patience to solve a Justice issue, the crack would be healed with a cyan line)

Fractured Souls (pieces are missing) - Suffered/Commited accidents/crimes/major injuries (Can be healed with time, care, and love) Can cause major emotional, mental, and severe physical illnesses and issues.

Fracture Fixes (Parts being restored) - If a soul is fractured, however they are regaining health and events have caused healing, then the fractures can slowly grow back the pieces missing. These pieces could look discolored compared to the other parts (lighter or darker, like spots) or even perhaps be grayed out.

Darkened/Black Souls - Evil, Hatred, Psychopathic, Sociopathic etc. These souls are corrupted and feel mostly nothing but negative emotions. These are criminals who have committed the worst of the worse crimes, and (usually) can NOT be redeemed. HOWEVER... Some can, especially by certain other Souls.

Color blotches/Shapes/Marks on the Soul - Lucky you! This means you have a soul mate! Everyone has one, some have 2, others have many more! The more marks on the heart, the more soul mates you have! The marks appear once you make contact with your soul mate, but they become vibrant once bonded! There are 2 types of soulmates, romantic and platonic. Romantic soul marks have a golden ring around them, while platonic has a silver ring. Monster soul mate marks are heart shaped, while human soul mate marks are star shaped.

PS: Soulmates are found through touch, however you can get a 6th sense feeling around a soulmate. Soulmarks ONLY appear after touching your soulmate... in some way.

Opal White Ring Around the Soul (human) - Wow! You are able to use Magic! You have the bloodline of one of the 7 powerful mages that sealed Monster's away. The only way to 'activate' the magic first hand would be to be taught by a monster. Who teaches you, will help decide what magic you can use. (also decided by soul traits, and who was the mage/monster in your bloodline.) ********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** THE MAIN 7 TRAITS:

Red - Determination

Cyan - Patience

Orange - Bravery

Yellow - Justice

Blue - Integrity

Purple - Perseverance

Green - Kindness

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MAIN 7 NEGATIVE/INVERTED SOUL TRAITS (if they go bad/pushed too far)

Cracked Red - Spite *** Dark Red - Irresolution/Indecision

Cracked Cyan - Idleness *** Dark Cyan - Agitation/Hastiness

Cracked Orange - Audacity *** Dark Orange - Cowardice/Fear

Cracked Yellow - Vengeance *** Dark Yellow - Corruption/Prejudice

Cracked Blue - Conceit *** Dark Blue - Dishonesty/Iniquity

Cracked Purple - Inflexible *** Dark Purple - Apathy/Submission

Cracked Green - Compliance *** Dark Green - Animosity/Cruelty

#mallowresponse #mallowfics #mallowfic #Xs And Bones #Undertale AU #For An Undertale FanFic #Details for My Story I wanna share

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shxfting · 11 months ago

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the royal "we" part 2

under the cut is mei's generation of the family!

caius, the future king.

fiadh and cassius' oldest. arguably the most responsible in his generation. but there was a phase where he was absolutely unhinged. there was a bit of a scare when he took things too far and it was enough to make him get his shit together. he takes his future seriously and spends a lot of his time soaking in as much knowledge as he can. he hopes he'll be the kind of king the people love more than they fear.

felix, the partier.

fiadh and cassius' second child. extremely close with cassia and is usually the one in possession of their shared brain cell. here for a good time and a long time, but never anything overly reckless or outright harmful. felix uses he/they pronouns and prefers to be referred to using gender neutral terms (ex: person over man).

cassia, the people's princess.

fiadh and cassius' third. extremely close with felix. she has ever thought a single thing she's done through once in her life. not malicious, but just doesn't really care. that being said, she's very charming and most of the court adores her. she's not as closed off as most of the family and even if she's not the most savvy, she tends to be able to read the court's mood better than the rest.

aeliana, the orphaned.

fiadh and cassius' youngest. she's adopted and biologically cassius' niece. her parents were murdered by her mom's jealous lover. it was...messy. and everyone decided it was better for to be raised away from their court. all things considered, she had a pretty decent childhood. she loves her siblings, even if they can stress her out. she's closest with caius. very apt at court politics so he runs a lot of ideas by her.

carys, the romantic.

saoirse and rhys' oldest (by about 2 minutes, but it still counts). emrys' twin sister. very bubbly, very open, very much a 'strangers are friends we haven't met yet' type of girl. sort of has her head in the clouds. down for a good bit of fun no matter what, but does not have a single mean bone in her body. the least cutthroat in the entire family.

emrys, the wanderer.

saoirse and rhys' youngest (according to carys). carys' twin brother. he's incredibly sweet, but he can't sit still. the fae world is a bit more risky, someone would definitely say something and he'd get busted for sneaking out, so he pops off to the human world any time he can feasibly get away. he doesn't tend to get close to mortals, he mostly likes to observe.

belle, the illegitimate.

tadhg's daughter. her parents used to rule a court but heard there was a coup coming. tadhg was a trusted friend so while they were on the run, they brought him their daughter. as far as she and most of the world know, she's tadhg's illegitimate daughter. she's a bit aloof and not always the best socially, but she would always help someone who needs it. she also has pretty strong magic that hasn't always been the easiest to control.

lorcan, the despondent.

eamon and flora's only child. his life was pretty perfect up when he was a kid. his parents were deliriously in love and doted on him, making sure he never wanted for anything. and then his mother got murdered. and his father couldn't cope. his aunts and uncles tried to fill the void, but he was young and grieving both parents in some ways. and then his father got remarried and had new children and he saw pieces of the father he remembered. things are better, but there's still a black hole of emotion he can't quite deal with.

líadan, the liar.

eamon and lin's oldest. as part of her parent's marriage arrangement, once she was a teenager she was sent to live with her mother's family. so she's not involved in the court and she doesn't come to visit. there's not much she misses, except maybe her father. but things were always weird for her in the court. the family knew she could lie since she wasn't full fae and it made hard for any of them to trust her. she gets it, but god it fucking sucked. at least where hse is now, they all accept her.

mei, the bold.

eamon and lin's youngest. mei is easily the most outgoing in her family. she has this natural energy about her and has so much love to give. down to do almost anything once. if there's a revel, she's there. but she also knows the importance of the royals and takes her role seriously when needed. probably the most adept at court politics outside caius and aeliana, which surprises a lot of people because it's not a skill she tends to flex.

#& mei family canon ;#& mei things ;#more of these idiots than i'd like to admit will probably stick around #& npc post ;

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mallo-person · 2 years ago

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Had one of the weirdest dreams after I accidently took a nap and uhmm.

(story in readmore)

So first thing is that I think me and three other people went to meet up somewhere? I think a party. So I decided to sneak up from my Aunt's house into a long car? It had one of my cousins in it and he didn't notice me until I made noise in the very back.

Uhm anyways, after a while and me trying to be outa vision because I wasn't s'pose to be there, I ended up at the place! It was some sort of AI holographic party? In the sense that there were Idols that where "fake", but apparently they weren't because than after a while, a girl with a gun(?? Don't ask why) hit one of the idols on the head with it and she bumped out of the hologram somewhat.

Quietness.

Then for some reason a friend of mine grapes it's head? And than we all rushed back stage and I think one of us had magic to make up teleport away like the 0wl House outro (there was that plant girl.. forgot her name atm). So yeah, we went exploring.

Then we went into a long field, and we kinda exited one of those.. water drain things that look like forbidden slides? There was three of them (where we exited into the field, and two on the far end.), And we decided "hey we need to go over there!"

So we did!

I made a dumb comment about how this reminds me of those Minecraft "invisible" mazes, no one really got it or why it was even brought up :[.

And then we found out we can't go through one exit (also became aware that we look like weird avatars for those MBTI personality things). So we just.. sat down? And talked about a plan.

I was like "hey guys, cant we just try the other door thingy?" And they fucking ignored my idea! Just went and said something in acknowledgment and went back to planning!

But then I saw something that could say "hey! This world is even sick of our shit lmao," because some airplanes came by and made multiple cloud arrows pointing to that exit!

After some more chitchat, another one came by, but only one.

And than another

It was a fucking mouth curser as a cloud.

And why do I know that? Because one of our teammates was like "Sorry.. I don't think I can do this group project anymore" in that stereotypical nerd voice (but fem). After one member spoke some more (probably the team leader now.), The nerd was like "yeah I can help!" And then the mouse clicker clicked on our little land. I was like "Okay! Just please don't mess with me :'D" bc I don't wanna get scrambled, but the others trusted her i guess.

We heard types, talked a small bit, and then an error noise went up!

We kinda got panicked "mostly me", but then after some things we started to get edited????

Like I saw, full screen in my eyes, that happening!

Idk what happened to the other members, but for me they gave me a small body and big head bc of something like "you gotta stay cute :)".

When the edit was done, I just felt the weight of my head not being supported, so I just fell backwards like a bobble head figure with my arms crossed, not trying to feel the weird white comfort/pain(?) Around my neck area.

Then some things happened, like the voice of RTgame accidentally giving out prom tickets to everyone, but we didn't need that so he sent out an apology.

Then I woke tf up with RTgame, his video of "Shadow of Doubt" playing on my fucking nindento switch!

#anyways yeah rhats rhe dream!#for some reason my avatar was jn resemblance of my Mitopia OC (Voim)#lol #♣️.txt #dream

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sweatandwoe · 6 months ago

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@ghuleh-recs for you, some fun ghoul headcanons and that have them a bit more magical/monstery

Demons never did look the exact same. Even those that were from the same types would all have their differences. The little things that made them unique.

The Ghouls in the band were no different.

Mountain was tall for an Earth Ghoul, who were usually more short and stocky. When unglamoured, you could see the grey stone that made up his skin, with bark stretching out over his arms and the top of his head. A canopy of leaves where hair should’ve been, with horns that were more similar to antlers. When little branches would try to grow out of the cracks of stone or along his hand, he would take the time to trim them. When asked why he had only shrugged his shoulders and declared, ‘I don’t want to cut anyone if they get close.’

The air ghoulettes were all different too. When not wearing their masks, they would use wind to take off their glamorous and create different shapes of hair with clouds. They would take the time to style it, to use their wind to carve it into little shapes or none at all. Their skin was different too, each having a different shade of the sky. Cumulus's skin was blue-grey, with a hint of cold always to it, and the scent of fresh rain always seemed to follow her. Cirrus was the pink and yellow of a summer dawn, and her hair would form into the shape of sun rays. Aurora’s skin was the perfect shade of a midnight sky, with glowing colours dancing along it. All of them carrying freckles made of stars.

Rain was thin for a water ghoul, who were usually much more plump and blubbery. But he had the same scaly skin, soft pale blue, and the thick tail that all water ghouls seemed to have. For a water ghoul, he oddly preferred to be next to the water than in it. And perhaps that’s why he was such a perfect fit for the band who would be spending considerable time out of the water.

The Quintessence ghouls were pale and grey and had simple horns. Out of all of them, they were the most alike. Their eyes would be the telling point, always wild changing colours. And they would often change. Aether’s eyes would go from lilac to green when he could see the emotions stirring in the air, could feel the shift in them like one would feel a breeze.

The multi-ghouls were the most human-like, as they had human blood in their lines. They were meant to draw people in, to distract, to scheme. Pretenders to the people they served, at least the ones outside the ministry were. Swiss used his mostly human appearance to only help others, and maybe for a harmless prank or two. But even then, he still had sharper teeth with nails never seemed to stop growing naturally into a claw shape. His eyes too always seemed to switch between rounded pupils and the more slit-like, similar to a cat or a snake.

And then there were the fire ghouls. Ghouls who could survive any heat or temperature. Ghouls who would often remove their glamour by lighting themselves on fire with their magic, melting it away to reveal fiery skulls with carefully carved patterns in the bone, and bright embers in the sockets for eyes. Some never showed their skulls, instead using flames for hair that never burned their surroundings. Unless they wanted to.

(trying to write fic and deciding to cut out a big portion of it but still wanting to use it) do you want to hear about how I imagine the ghouls

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #i ain't tagging all of them but just having some fun with the magic #one main ghoul is notably absent for a reason

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pookacangetit · 2 years ago

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villain!disney song yuu brainrot (i apologize in advance)

disney song yuu is mostly written with a disney prince(ss)-esque personality, with the occasional villain moment, but imagine them with a more,, morally gray type personality

a yuu that, as soon as they realize the power they hold, immediately starts thinking of ways to use it to their advantage. i mean- they’ve been dropped into a different dimension, with no magic (which, by the way, is a very necessary thing here), and everyone at this godforsaken school has enough baggage to match their egos, and absolutely no emotional intelligence whatsoever. who says they can’t level the playing field a bit? they deserve a bit of fun.

this yuu is craftier, more self serving, and egotistical with the wits to match. who knew their passion for singing would become such an asset? a little hum and a few lyrics could get them an A+ on their potions assignment, or finally get grim to shut up, or sick a murder of crows on their enemies! Fun!

oh, i have admirers? a fan club? a literal cult following? some people actually think i’m a god??? all according to keikaku “how peculiar! i’m flattered, really, but i don’t think i’ve done anything that notable! i’m only doing what i can, just like everyone else~!” *bats eyelashes innocently*

that graceful, charming act might fool a stranger, but anyone that knows yuu knows. they may be calm, and collected, they may be reserved, they may be polite, so unlike many of the brash and bold students of nrc, but yuu isn’t harmless. people listen when they speak, they’re charismatic, sharp, they could talk anyone into a corner with that melodious, alluring voice of theirs. they’re beautiful in the way that a rolling tide or a waning moon is, almost unnoticeable, they simply blend into the background, until suddenly you see them and you can't look away.

animals of all types seem attracted to them. sometimes they’re songbirds, or woodland creatures, but most of the time they’re crows, snakes, vultures and insects; cawing and hissing along to the prefect’s smooth, rich voice.

the sun seems to slink back into the clouds when they sing, the wind blows, cool and soft, the birds stop chirping and all is silent, as if nature itself was listening intently. their voice is heavenly, angelic. ghostly, haunting, and almost inhuman; cold as ice, dark as ink, reverberating through the air like a lone, howling breeze on an otherwise silent winter night. yet strong and firm, rumbling like thunder, seeping through your skin like a burning warmth, echoing through your ribcage and electrifying your very own heart.

but this yuu isn’t evil. that’s the reason they’re so popular, yuu may not be nice all the time, but they’re kind, they’re not weak, but they’re forgiving. they return what they are given- grace for grace, malice for malice. despite their cocky jabs, they love their friends, despite their seeming coldness, they help those in need.

mysterious, powerful, captivating, endearing, a little bit intimidating, and entirely unique, that’s the ramshackle prefect.

just don’t piss them off.

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idk if this made any sense i kinda just word vomited :( cringecore

Oh Yuu has plenty of reasons to be a rogue villian, and NRC doesn't mind this feral god commiting world domination if they wanted to (Malleus will hands down let Yuu be his emperess if they expressed interest in the Thorn Kingdom).

They liked this morally grey Yuu using everything in their arsenal to survive because it shows off how NRC they are and HA TAKE THAT RSA BASTARDS YUU'S OURS THROUGH AND THROUGH.

#twst #disney song yuu

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folkloreguk · 4 years ago

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an angel for a demon (3)

A/N: Here's the last part of this small series! You don't necessarily need to read all of them to understand this one, but it does probably make more sense if you do. As always, feedback is deeply appreciated! Have a good day x

genre: smut, optional bias (m) x reader (f), demon!bias, angel!reader, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), reader gives her first bj

words: ~ 6.7 k

PART1 (M)

PART2 (M)

“I’m going out to pick up some food and stuff, do you want to come along?” you heard him ask. You had your legs up against the wall, your back on the bed, and a magazine in your hands. The women on the pages had you gushing, on the verge of hypnotization. You swore if you looked at those infatuating pictures one minute longer, you’d be swallowed whole by them.

When you had worked your way through some science books and were still hungry for more to read, H/N had brought you some magazines, mostly about fashion but also gossip and lifestyle tips. Turns out letting a clueless angel read about what’s supposed to be good for women was not a smart idea. Up in the clouds, from where you used to watch earth’s women, they had all looked equal to you – beautiful, intelligent, and capable. Now, down in the reality of it all, things appeared much more complicated. Which angel could have known it took diets, workout routines, anti-aging creams and the perfect outfit for your body type to be viewed the same way you had always looked at women from above? And most importantly, how did any woman manage to uphold all these expectations the magazines named? It was all too much and seemingly impossible. Abruptly, you were pulled out of your train of thoughts.

“Y/N? Did you hear me?” he asked, peaking his head through the door. “What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry,” you said, putting down the magazine on your chest. “No, I’d like to stay here.”

“Alright,” he said, “Would you like me to bring you anything from the store?”

He walked over to you and sat on the bed. His hands softly brushed over your hair, down your cheek and neck, barely touching your collarbones. He was in his black, intimidating clothes, per usual, but his eyes held nothing but fondness for you.

“Actually, maybe there is something,” you said. “Look.”

You picked up the magazine and pointed at the page.

“Can you buy me a dress like this one? They say it would fit me best. And could you get some makeup for me? I don’t know much about it, but maybe you-“ you said. Usually, he was one to listen carefully to every of your words, as if you were the most interesting person he had ever met. This time, he interrupted you.

“Stop. Where is this coming from?” he asked. “I want you to forget all those things you’ve read in those magazines, okay?”

You were confused, thinking you were learning by reading those articles. Gently, he caressed your face. “You know I’ll buy you anything in the world, right? But only if that’s what youwant. Everything they tell you to do, everything they tell you to buy, it’s brainwashing. You will wear whatever dress you find pretty, and if you want to wear makeup, that’s fine. But you will only do those things if you want to do them, okay? There’s nothing you need to change about yourself.”

“But they say you need to start early to get a nice body, and to prevent aging,” you said. “They say men will admire me.”

“We’re immortal, my angel,” he said. “And even if we weren’t, what’s wrong with growing old? Wouldn’t you want the traces of your experiences to be visible on your skin? Those companies, they all just want your money and so they try to scare you into believing you’re not good enough. But truth is, you always are. All those times people tug on their skin in front of a mirror, or whenever they break a sweat trying to lose weight, or when they compare themselves to those who look different from them – they’re already good enough. They’re perfect. This worlds wants you to never be at peace with who you are. But you need to promise me you won’t succumb to those nonsensical tactics to make you hate yourself. And don’t you ever wait for a man to give you approval. That’s your job and your job only.”

You listened, wide-eyed and intrigued. No magazine could ever speak so honestly, and you believed every word he said. After all, you trusted him much more than some random author of an article that was trying to sell you the latest weight loss-magic-powder.

“Okay, I promise.” You sat up and leaned your head against his shoulder. “I’ve never even really thought about it, but I think I’m pretty.”

“Not thinking about it might just be the best way to go about it in this world,” he said, and placed a kiss on your forehead. The feeling of warmth lingered on your skin seconds after he had already pulled away.

“I change my mind, then,” you said, “Do you think you can get me a dress like this?”

You showed him a different picture this time. It showed a lot more skin than the one you had pointed out before. You only realized this when he was already smirking at your choice.

“I’ll see what I can find,” he said. “That’s an interesting option, angel.”

“Hey! I just like the color, alright?” you defended yourself, making him chuckle. Over the course of four weeks, you had come to know his insinuations and his little jokes better. But at the same time, you couldn’t deny the incredible sensation his eyes on you gave you. When he goggled at you because you had decided to wear his shirt for a day, or the way he watched you welcome him with open arms when he came home.

You now understood that certain words or actions, or even just an article of clothing – or lack thereof – could conjure an insatiable hunger in his eyes. At first, it was a little scary, having a demon stare you down as if he wanted to eat you up. But now that you knew what his hands felt like on your skin, and that his lips were made for much gentler actions than to hurt you, you wanted nothing more than to coax the starving demon into playing with you, any chance you got. And perhaps that dress in the catalogue would do just that, and not only bring you joy. It was a win-win, really.

“I’ll be back in the afternoon,” he said. “Don’t miss me too much.”

“You know I always do,” you said.

“I’ll give you all the missed attention when I get home, alright?” he said, bending down to your ear. “You can have whatever you want, then.”

To be honest, half of the time you didn’t know what you wanted him to do. But with every time his hands explored your body you learned more. There were so many things humans did to make each other feel good, you doubted you’d ever be able to try everything. His promise made you wish he was already back home when he had barely stepped out of the door. One last grin and nod and he left you alone.

What did angels do on a Saturday noon? Usually, you’d be patrolling your village, entertaining yourself by watching children play tag, admiring lovers walking hand in hand or discovering a family that had just adopted a small animal. Their human eyes shined when they felt happiness, and it was infectious to you. You wanted to send your blessing to all of them, make sure they never felt anything but delight, but you knew that wasn’t how business worked down there. Some things were even out of your control. Now, on earth, you were ready to take whichever hardships were to come if it meant you could have been with your demon lover.

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. You had only gotten up an hour ago. Last night, you had been kept awake for long. He was untiring when he was between your legs. You had learned that he didn’t need nearly as much sleep as you did, and when he set his mind to making you come by his administrations, he didn’t waver to do so. But losing sleep in exchange for pleasure was okay with you. Time became meaningless, either way, when you had your face buried in a pillow, tears threatening to spill over from how good he made you feel. Sometimes he made you come while sitting in his lap, then you’d cling to him like a baby and muffle your whimpers by pressing your lips against the skin of his shoulder. He loved telling you ‘Look at me’ right when you were falling. It was hard to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head or not to collapse in his arms, but for him you would try your best. Often you found your thoughts lingering on the memory of his gaze when you came apart under his touch. It had something of fascination and protectiveness, and you’d never get enough of it.

Great, now you wanted him again. And he wasn’t here. How had you gotten this way? On occasion you wondered if one of the other angels had already spotted you and the sins you were committing. You wouldn’t call them sins now, or ever again. It wasn’t like you wanted to adapt to a demon lifestyle. But you felt at home for the first time, here on earth. It was the perfect grey zone between heaven and hell.

As an attempt to appease your needy mind, you picked up your magazine again. Just because you shouldn’t believe everything they said didn’t mean you shouldn’t have read it at all, right? You flipped through articles on fitness and the newest fashion, but after skimming the pages for only a few seconds, you were done with those tips. He wanted you because of who you were – an angel – and you doubted than any beauty routine could make him more obsessed with you than he already was. But then you read something most curious to your angel eyes. ‘How to make him feel best – tips from a porn star’ the title said. Whatever in the heaven a porn star was, they seemed to be some sort of expert on pleasuring men, and you, always eager to learn something new, were intrigued from the very first word.

But soon you had to admit, you weren’t at all sure what they were referring to with those words and actions. When you and your demon boyfriend had sex, he usually did most of the work, while you took whatever teasing or pleasure he inflicted on you. He had said he liked it this way, but now you weren’t so sure. Or was this ‘10 things to do become a blowjob-pro’ – list just another attempt of society to brainwash women? You weren’t one to initiate talk about sexual stuff, but maybe you’d try to question him on the meaning of what you had read.

You flipped another page and finally you had arrived at a page you could work with. It was a bunch of comfort food recipes. Right away you fell in love with the picture of the freshly baked cinnamon rolls in the top right corner. H/N had promised you to teach you how to cook, but so far you hadn’t made much progress. The difficulty level read beginner, and five minutes later you stood in the kitchen. With some music in the background your enthusiasm only sparked more. Baking was new and came with slight overwhelmingness and the stress of making sure you weren’t forgetting to add any ingredient. But the Christmassy scent of cinnamon and the feeling of making something from scratch made you happy, and with rapt attention you finished your first completed recipe ever.

You wiped some flour off your forehead. Hopefully H/N would like the cinnamon rolls too, because as tasty you found your creation, there was no way you were able to devour them all by yourself. As if on cue, you suddenly heard the key slide into the lock of the front door. Probably prompted by the heavenly scent, he called your name.

“Here,” you answered, mouth full of a bite of cinnamon roll. When he walked in, he already had his famous smirk on his face. It was your favorite. You knew it was reserved only for you.

“What did you make?” he asked. But he had his answer when he saw the baked goods in front of you. He set down the bags and put his arms on your waist from behind. With a hum, you lifted the cinnamon roll to his lips, and he took a bite. He almost moaned at the taste and you grinned.

“Do you like them?” you asked, already knowing the answer but still awaiting more praise. You squealed a little at how quickly he spun you around. His nose touched yours and your heartbeat raced.

“It’s like they came with you straight from heaven,” he said. “Hmm…I missed my angel.”

His lips when he kissed you tasted like sugar and spice and you melted straight into his touch. You only noticed he had run his finger over the gooey leftover icing when it was already too late. He was a demon after all. And if demons were good at one thing, it was causing mischief.

“Hey,” you protested at his hands on your neck. Then your reaction quickly altered as his finger slid lower, down to your collar bones and to where your low-cut shirt started. “Great, now I’m all sticky.”

You didn’t understand at first that messing with you wasn’t his full intention. But he tilted his head to the side and ran his hot tongue over the icing on your skin, and you gasped suddenly. This wasn’t just a joke. He wanted you. He made a humming noise, as if the sweetness combined with your own taste were only complimenting each other. When he pulled down the neckline of your shirt a little, so he could have every last drop of the sugary substance on your skin, you couldn’t help but whimper. You wanted so desperately for him to do it again, that you thought about sticking your own fingers into the bowl of icing and smearing it on your chest. His eyes were playful when he looked up at your reaction.

“Oh no. If you’re all sticky I guess you’ll need a shower, will you?” he said, “What a coincidence. I was thinking of taking one, just now.”

You had never taken a shower with him, or anyone, for that matter. But you had a feeling that the both of you wouldn’t be keeping to yourself, standing naked in front of each other. You didn’t mind. And you guessed your approval was written on your face, because he pulled you in and kissed you hard. Again, you remembered the article you had read. Was now a good time to ask him about it?

While you were contemplating, his tongue slid over your bottom lip and met yours. You had been too shy to ask before, but now you were speechless. Gently, he grabbed your hand and led you out of the kitchen and into the hallway. You were a mess of lips and tongues and hands and feet stumbling over each other. Every few meters you stopped to push yourself close against him. It was like a game of who could go without kissing each other for longer. And you were both lousy at it.

He loved pushing you up against the wall, trapping you between his arms on each side of your head. This way, he could brush up against your shaking body and you had nowhere left to go. Needless to say, you had no intentions of getting away, no matter what. He knocked the breath out of your lungs, and you kissed him back like you could breathe him in instead. As if he had become your new source of oxygen, or whatever it was you really needed to survive. It these moments, air seemed like a subsidiary matter. So long as you had his hot tongue licking down your neck and his busy hands on your ass under your dress, nothing else truly mattered.

Your kisses were open-mouthed and far more confident than they had been only weeks ago. You now knew how much he liked when you grabbed his hair tightly, or when you whispered his name against his devouring lips, as if it was the only word you had ever been taught. Like it was the only word you ever wanted to know. Before you had even made it to the bathroom, half of your clothes were scattered somewhere along the way.

“I can’t believe I just had you yesterday and here I am already missing you this much again,” he mumbled against your earlobe, teeth playing with your soft skin. “You really are otherworldly. There’s no other explanation.”

His words made you feel proud. The pleasure was one thing you had come to love quickly, but then you noticed the power you could have over him, by merely existing. It was almost unbelievable, but there he was, hard and needing you, day by day. Again, your mind wandered off to the magazine article.

“Can I ask you something?” Your voice must had been different from your usual timid tone when you were in the middle of something unholy.

“Anything, angel,” he said. He let his lips linger on your cheek, half an inch from your mouth, and your stomach twisted in how badly you wanted him to sip on your lips like he was starving.

“Do you like always doing everything when we- ,“ you said. He gave you a puzzled expression, so you tried to explain yourself better. “I mean, if you ever want me to do more, you can ask me to. I don’t know everything yet, but I can learn.”

You weren’t even sure if you understood what the heaven you had just stammered. His look reminded you of the one he had when you asked him to buy him the dress and the makeup that morning.

“I love what we have, little angel,” he said, “What’s making you think you need to do anything differently?”

How were you supposed to explain what you had read when you hadn’t even properly grasped it yourself? You opted for taking his hand and walking him to the bedroom. There the magazine still lay, like an ancient cursed book you weren’t sure you wanted to know front to back. You picked it up and quickly handed him the article. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you opted to take a seat on the edge of the bed.

His lips curled into a devilish grin upon eyeing the page, and you thought the ground might swallow you whole. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything at all and spared yourself the embarrassment. But at the same time, you were eager to know.

“I thought I told you, magazines are just trying to make you doubt yourself,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

“I know, but if there’s anything I can do to make you feel as good as you make me feel, I want to do it,” you confessed. He bent down, cupping your face.

“No one’s ever felt as good to me as you have, angel,” he said, “You’re heaven to me. Do you understand that?”

With your mouth squished together slightly, you nodded your head that was in his hands.

“By the devil, you’re so adorable,” he said. “If you really want to know, though, I’ll show you.”

Even more eagerly, you nodded again. He chuckled. You couldn’t handle how handsome he was – all messy hair, bare chest and black eyes that made you dream of the most unholy things possible.

“You remember how I kiss you…down there?” he asked. You hummed, cheeks on fire. “And how I’ve asked you to put your hands on my cock before?”

You did. But it had been brief, only a few pumps and small touches, until he had become too needy. You had been whining so deliciously for him to fuck you and so he had to have you on the spot.

“In the way you touched me then…you could use your mouth on me. Make me come with your perfect lips and sweet hands,” he said. “If that’s what you want, too.”

“I do!” you said with enthusiasm that only an angel at the feasibility of making someone’s day could bring on. “Let’s postpone that shower.”

The pride in his eyes lasted for approximately two seconds before the raw hunger replaced it. He climbed onto the bed and pat his thighs. On command, you settled on his lap. The simple feeling of his bulge under your center, even if interrupted by some fabric, made your head dizzy and your stomach drop. You kneaded your hands, not sure where to touch him first. But just as he always did to you, you had the impulse to start by his head and go lower from there. Although you were on top of him, he looked amused at your shy eyes.

“Can I kiss your neck, like you always kiss mine?” you asked.

“Be my guest,” he said, grinning like he had just won the lottery. Your lips met his skin and you used your tongue the way you had felt him do it. His scent was intoxicating. It made the empty bedsheets you breathed in sometimes, when he left in the middle of the night for his demon antics, seem like nothing. You used your hands to stabilize yourself as you moved lower. The hiss he let out when you felt up on his abs and waistline almost scared you. Then you realized it was a good sign. Only for the blink of an eye you dared to graze your teeth on his skin. His reaction was immediate.

“Shit,” he cussed, “That’s my angel.”

So, he liked that. You couldn’t wait to tease him by biting him in the future. Provoking a demon would have sounded like something close to a death wish to you, had you thought about it months ago. Now, with a demon as tame as they come beneath you, the thought only excited you. As he liked to do, you touched him through his boxers while you continued your journey down his chest and stomach. The guttural moan he released made your head spin and you never wanted him to be quiet. Usually, you weren’t in a mind state to notice his groans, or your own noises were covering his.

“You’re doing so good, little angel,” he said, short of breath. Once again, your effect on him surprised you. Where was the intimidating, big bad demon you had been taunted by?

“I’m gonna fuck you so well for this,” he said, “Even the angels in heaven will hear you scream. Wouldn’t you like that?”

There he was. You pressed your legs together at the simple mention of him inside of you, but if he thought you were going to answer, he’d be waiting endlessly. You still had enough respect for your angels not to think of them in this moment. Nonetheless you hummed weakly. When you got to his hipbone, you hesitated. You drowned out your doubts by kissing him there, while you contemplated what to do next. Your hand was still wrapped around his clothed cock. It was rock hard, and a wet spot had formed on the fabric from how much he needed you. When your touch became softer, and you pulled your hands away slowly, he lifted his hips, not wanting you to stop. You supposed this was the part where you took off his boxers. At least he didn’t complain when you pulled them off his legs, so you assumed you were still on the right track.

Watching his face for signs of approval, your hand wrapped around his length. He almost seemed electrified at your touch. His jaw dropped slightly, and his hooded eyes somehow appeared even darker than usual.

“Just like that,” he said, “And now move your hand up and down.”

So you did. As you regarded your hand around his shaft, all you could think about was how it used to be. How did your hands, that were usually folded neatly in your lap while you looked down on earth, end up doing such ungodly things? And how come you didn’t even for a second feel guilty?

“Angel, you’re so good to me,” he moaned. Angel. That’s what he loved to emphasize. But was that what you were, still? Maybe you would simply stop putting yourself in a box. Perhaps you were just you, doing what you felt was right and would make you happy. And right now, having a demon clench his fists in your hair and saying your name in that tone, you couldn’t think of a lot of incidents that had made you happier. Was this the part where you should use your mouth? You weren’t sure, but your eyes jumped from his cock to his face and it caught his eyes.

“You can take me in your mouth if you want. If you ever feel like stopping, just do so,” he encouraged you, “But remember, no teeth there, okay?”

You grinned and nodded. You parted your lips and your tongue placed kitten licks on the underside of his member. When you reached the top, you took him between your lips, mirroring the motion of your hands around him. You were surprised at how comfortable you were, when ten minutes ago you were ready to personally descend to hell from embarrassment. There was something enticing about the power you possessed in that moment. You understood humans just a little better, once again. Knowing that the way he bucked his hips and his groans were caused by you and only you had you smiling inwardly. It was a way you had never caught yourself smile before. You felt brave, and like you could do anything, with a demon so at your pity.

It didn’t take long for you to figure out where he was most sensitive. Whenever you pressed your tongue against the tip of his cock, he let out a sigh. It was almost like relief, as if he had been waiting for you all his life. And now here you were, granting him all his wishes. You bobbed your head, but kept your attention on his sweet spot, his moans just too delightful not to evoke them on purpose.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he said. Often, you looked up at him. His lids fluttered from the pleasure, but he seemed to like it when you made eye contact. For a moment, you lifted your head, needing some air. Gently, he caressed your face, like you were made of precious porcelain.

“Which one of my dreams did you escape from, little angel?” he asked. You smiled sheepishly, lowering your head. Again, you wrapped your lips around his length. You wondered what he was thinking about. Was his mind as free from any worries as yours whenever he fucked you? Was he able to form any coherent thoughts or was his brain going into the same mental blackout you always experienced?

You continued the way you had, sucking the tip of his cock while your hand pumped him. From time to time, you took a breather and pulled away. Little did you know what you were doing to him. With the short intervals of your lips on him and the pauses in between, you unknowingly made everything more intense for him. It was a dangerous game of edging him you were playing, and you were outright unaware of it.

But why would he have complained? In that moment, you were his personal guardian angel, making sure all his needs were fulfilled. When he saw your lips, all red and puffy, he asked himself where you had been hiding all this time. You peeked up at him through your angel eyes and he felt his entire world become whole in front of him. He was completely and absolutely at your mercy, inebriated by your entire being. Never in his long time on earth had he seen someone so ravishingly beautiful, yet so unaware of their might. He swore to himself in that moment, he’d do anything to make you love him forever.

As divinely as you were treating him, he suddenly wanted you in a different way. And if you continued your sweet actions, he wasn’t sure if that would still be possible. He gently cupped your head, making you look up. You hummed in question.

“You’re doing so well,” he said, “Let me give back to you, won’t you? Does my angel want some attention, too?”

You would have been lying if you said you weren’t practically touch-starved at this moment. And having been taught to always be truthful, you nodded before you even knew it.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, “Why don’t you take off the rest of your clothes?”

When you got up to slip out of your dress, your legs were weak. You hadn’t even done anything, and yet your body felt heavy. All you wanted was to go back to him and have him so close, it felt like he could have been a part of you. As much as you had felt on top of the world minutes ago, his hungry eyes made you shrink inwardly. But it wasn’t out of fear. It was almost admiration, or rather anticipation. You knew he knew your body inside out, and you couldn’t wait for him to prove it to you.

“Come here, angel,” he said. You climbed back onto the bed. “Turn around for me, okay?”

You were on your knees, sitting up right, facing the headboard. His breath on your shoulder sent a shiver down your spine. Then his hands snaked around your body from behind you. A small whimper left your lips when he ran them down your chest, fingers drawing small shapes on your breasts. They continued their way down your stomach and to your parted thighs. The cold air was hitting your dripping core, and had you not had enough self-control, you would have moaned at the mere sensation of his fingertips on the inside of your thigh. But maybe that was just what he was waiting for. After all, he was still taking his time with you. But in this instance, you knew what you wanted, and more importantly when you wanted it.

“Please,” you said. You weren’t sure what to say but starting with a ‘please’ was never a mistake.

“Please what?” he asked. You couldn’t see his face, yet you knew his devilish grin that must’ve been plastered on his face. He never missed a chance to make you shy. “Is this what you want?”

He slid two of his fingers down your slit slowly. It would forever be a mystery to you, how such a simple touch could put you in such a mental state of disarray. You whined at how needy you were, fighting the urge to press your legs together. In a second, his fingers were coated in your juices. When he pressed them against your opening, but didn’t push any further, your head spun with frustration. An impulse yelled at you to grab his hand and show him how you wanted him, but you sensed there was a specific aim in his teasing. Above that, you weren’t close to that brave. Purposely lightly, he rubbed circles onto your clit. Your head fell back onto his shoulder and your breaths came out in little, desperate noises.

Before meeting him, you never knew this sort of inability to control your body. Having power over your motions was an obviousness to you. But as with so many things in life, you had been wrong. Or rather, you had not known better. Now, with his lips brushing over the side of your exposed neck, you were willing to let him do whatever he wanted to do to you. If there was a noise or reaction he wanted to coax out of you, he could do so. And if evoking your little melodic whimper was his aim, he was on the right path, fingers teasing your pussy and flicking over your clit. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you. In fact, he had a head so full of ideas of things you could do together, you doubted you’d ever start to get bored here.

“I want you…inside of me,” you said, surprising yourself. This was your desperate body taking control of your motor speech center, that little region in your brain that allowed you to let out what you wanted to say. Your cheeks were hot for only a moment, then you realized if it got you what you wanted so badly, speaking your mind was probably a fantastic idea. You should really do it more in the future, you thought.

“What my angel wants, my angel gets,” he said. Just for a few seconds, he moved his fingers much faster. You yelped at the sudden pleasure, your hand wrapping around his wrist. His other hand reached for your hand, softly taking it away as you became a whimpering puddle in his arms. You were ready to fall, give in to the pleasure and let go. It was what you so desperately wanted. But as quickly as it had begun, he removed his hands. His attention was gone, and you were left yearning for more.

“Lift your hips,” he said, softly touching your sides. A part of you wanted to cry out, hold him responsible for denying you your sweet release. But you knew it would be no use, and he would tell you to wait either way. You were still on your knees, but straightened up, arms hanging by your sides, waiting for his touch. He was right behind you, his upper body against yours. When you felt his cock run over your slick folds, you sighed at the awaited sensation. The stretch when he filled you up felt so perfect, so out of this world, you reached for his hand to hold on to.

“Why didn’t you ask me earlier if you wanted me so bad?” he asked. He squeezed your hand as his other pulled you flush against his back while he pushed himself further into you. He’d thrust against you for a while, only to pull out completely, and repeat the whole process. It was sending you into complete overdrive.

“Because I wanted to make you feel good,” you said. “Only you, for once.”

You moaned when he snapped his hips against your ass, picking up the pace. In an attempt to support your jittery legs, you grabbed the headboard in front of you. Your breathing came out in short huffs, uneven and a little shaky.

“You’re so sweet and selfless…my patient angel,” he said, his fingers coming in contact with your clit again. His touch was an allure to you, and you wished you could have stayed this way forever. No thoughts, just his body and his dark voice to sedate your mind. “I’ll give you anything you want. You know that, right?”

You hummed and nodded. “Yes. And I’ll do the same for you.” Your words were interrupted by your small whimpers. There had been a time you didn’t know what it felt like, when you didn’t even know there was a such thing of having someone inside of you. Now you couldn’t get enough of him. You were already so sensitive that every time he quickened his thrusts and moved his fingers on you slightly faster, he had you hanging right over the edge. And he could tell by the way you held your breath when you were close. He didn’t want you going there just yet.

“As much as I love your mouth around my dick, this is my favorite way of having you,” he said. He used both of his hands to dig into your sides, pulling your hips closer to him every time he dragged his cock through your walls. You agreed. Should any of your angels ever catch wind of this, they would ban you to earth – or worse, send you to hell. So be it, you thought. You’d be like your lover. One of the creatures of the darkness, thought to be the personification of sin. Even if they ripped your angel title from you, they could never steal away what you had now.

Yes, you were meddling with a demon, but also having the time of your life. It was vastly better than spending your days judging humans for being themselves and for humans living the true way they want to live, instead of abstaining from the simple pleasures of life. Their true colors shown, they weren’t harming anybody, but rather making the world a more acceptable and open-minded place. You aspired to be like them.

“This is my kind of heaven,” he said. It’s what he always called you. Heaven. He groaned when you clenched your walls around him, your inevitable high drawing closer.

“This is my new heaven…you are,” you replied. He chuckled darkly, probably relishing in your confession. The thought that he could make an angel reject the very place they should have belonged filled him with a sense of superiority.

“Look how well you’re taking me,” he said. His hand wrapped around your body, pulling you tighter. He slipped his hand between your legs again, and you almost felt like collapsing, had he not held on to you. On instinct, you closed your eyes and let the feeling crash over you.

“Let me see you come, little angel,” he spoke in your ear, just for you to hear. You would do anything for him. You quivered and buckled at the severity of the feeling, but he had you. Your moans were high and dragged out, as his digits pressed harder onto the sensitive nub on your center.

“Take just a little more for me, can you?” he asked. You obliged willingly, nodding your head while it was still full of nothingness. Even as he kept fucking you, it was pure bliss for another while. It made your legs shake a little, but you felt so safe there, in his embrace, the sensitivity was alright to handle. You could tell by how sloppy his thrusts were becoming that he was almost there, too. He was pressing you against his chest as if you were all he ever wanted. His moans sounded like home to you as he came. He said your name and bent forward, reaching for the headboard, but you both tumbled into the bedsheets together instead. You giggled at your shared clumsiness and you could feel his chest move from laughing as he was lying on top of your back.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” he said, “You’re amazing.”

You turned your head and his lips brushed along your temple, kissing you softly. He brushed a strand of hair out of your eyes so you could look at him. Seeing his beautiful face had you falling into an even deeper state of serenity.

“I want to cuddle,” he said, and it was probably the sweetest thing you had ever heard a demon say. As he rolled off you, you followed his movements and settled in his embrace. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on your skin, but neither of you cared enough to get up just yet.

“I love what you’ve done to me,” you said.

“What is it I have I done to you?” he asked, fingers drawing nonsensical patterns on the side of your bare hips.

“You changed me. But not in a bad way. You let me be who I want to be and showed me that that’s okay,” you said, “You made me understand. Some sins aren’t that sinful at all.”

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