#pastel lust sans

[monellian]

Last Resort.

Song is Last Resort Reimagined by Falling in Reverse :P

[monellian]

MY BABY GIRL!!!!!!!

Pastel lust sans by @monellian

[elesmyly]

Pastel and Erica belong to me!

[bluu3berry]

Lust sans, but make him into a sleepy roseboy... and shove him in my artstyle... anyways, funfact list sans is my favorite sans au! (Not for the story, however for how the fandom has made him into!)

I love how this came out looks so fluffy and pastel!! This is not ment to be sexual,, pleaseeeeeeee don't take it that way oml...

Don't repost, reblogs encouraged

@anon-coke @scramble-eg @thelunarsystemwrites @superbfirnacho @the-second-reason

[wishingstarinajar]

Wish's Undertale AU Masterpost

Because I can't and neither want to share my Undertale AU characters on Toyhouse anymore, I've created side blogs for my AUs and some Out!Code characters. Most of them contain character trivia and posts related to them.

In this masterpost, the AUs are listed in order of creation.

Mafiafell: What Will You Do Features Fang, Boss and Emily from the fanfic with the same name. Blog is 16+.

UndeRewind Features Rewind and Ghost from UndeRewind, my original Undertale AU.

Fame & Magic Features Diva and Starlet, genderbend versions of Underswap in a world where fame and magic rule.

Underswap!COLOR An Underswap-inspired AU which is all about colors and features Big Blue and Orange.

Swapfell!Life Features Sedge, Cyperus and Cedar. A "happy ending" Swapfell-inspired AU that takes place a decade after Cedar (Chara) saved the monsters.

Underrealm An original Undertale-inspired AU set in a fantasy setting, created together with @stankychee. Features Rook, Birch, Shard, my Gem skeleton concept and more.

Tipping Scales A Dreamtale-inspired AU featuring Ephialtes and Oneiros.

Leytale (and Outerswapfell) An Underswap-inspired AU featuring the arcanists Dullahan and Zephyr alongside Stray from Outerswapfell.

Fellswap Pastel A Fellswap Gold inspired AU, featuring Vienna, Sangria and Nerys.

Darkfell A Dark Souls and Underfell inspired AU which is still under development. Features Stranger, an adult Frisk.

Swapfell!Greed A Swapfell-inspired AU which is all about greed, a Pay or Be Paid world. Features Rum and Haze. Blog is 16+.

Falseswap An Underswap-inspired AU where all fake it till they make it in various ways. Features Faux and Scam(p) along with autumn aesthetics.

FS!Megalosomnia A Fellswap Gold and Megalosomnia inspired AU, featuring Case.

Golden Crime An Undertale Verse that focuses on the suave crime lord King and his subordinates. Blog is 16+.

SAVE Game (Tale) An original Undertale AU about found family and saving other AUs at any cost, featuring Slate and his surrogate daughter Pip.

Chrysalis of Dreams A ShatteredDreams and Dreamtale-inspired AU, featuring Monarch, Emperor, Slasher and Knight.

UnderGalactic An Undertale Verse that takes place in multiverse space and on the intergalactic cruise starship, the SS Galactic NEO. Features Quasar.

Understrato An Underswap-inspired AU where magic is centered around weather elements and the seasons. Features Cirrus and Nimbus.

Out!Codes with dedicated blogs:

Indi aka Swap!Ink A blog dedicated to an Underswap (Papyrus)-inspired version of Ink!Sans.

Razzle Dr. Dazzle A blog dedicated to the loveable and sweet Razzle, a Lust Papyrus.

Fault aka Swap!Error A blog dedicated to an Underswap (Papyrus)-inspired version of Error!Sans.

[meerawrites]

Proud of, Tag Game

Tagged by: @mysticstarlightduck (thank you!)

Tagging: @musicboxmemories, @covenofthearticulate, @somevagrantchild, @malicious-compliance-esq & @la-femme-au-collier-vert (if you want!)

Rules: Post a snippet you’ve written that you’re proud of and tag 5 people.

Spoilers for the first draft of Liaisons x Vampires and Implied spoilers for the 200-year-old book Les Liaisons Dangereuses below the cut.

“Why Cécile?” Elise asked far too earnestly.  Camille laughed with an air of bitterness about her, though only the blonde vampire knew it was to hide her sadness for the long-deceased Cécile Volanges.  Audrey shook their head, thinking. But nothing came to their witty head that is the coquettish vixen had been stumped.  “I don’t know, Elise,” Audrey said, “Cruelty? Fascination? Lust? Selfish desires, the need to ruin a most amicable and well-endowed by means and appearance charming young ingenue?” The raven-haired vampire asked. She was fixing her pink sweater and mini skirt most gaudily decorated with bows, mimicking the rococo style and colouring. Elise had taken a year of art theory, enough to put the pieces together. Meanwhile, Camille adjusted her pastel blue sleeves and pink mini jeans. Looking between Audrey and her sister Camille, neither was very tall or outwardly appeared very strong…  Elise knew better than to subject them to further interrogations unless it served them she was merely to listen, record and take notes. Perhaps have a historian at one of San Fransisco’s many museums put together a more clear notion of setting and context. Elise had read most of the vampire fiction in her teens, by most — she means anything with vampires that was written with compelling narrative in good prose and English. She just did not believe any of it real. But then, who would? Stories, villains, anti-heroes, monsters and allegories. This story was hardly allegory in the player’s lack of subtlety and she hadn’t expected the humans to be indeed so self-serving so twisted and monstrous in their intentions. But then they’d hardly gotten to Audrey and Camille’s ‘turning,’ that is what it was called right?  Audrey could hear quite loudly the thoughts running at high speed in the journalist’s mind. Truth be told it is a tad bit annoying to Audrey. Camille finds it amusing.  So with rather enthusiastic haste, leaning across the table the vampire Camille gestured the journalist’s pretty head of brown hair up and pressed a deceptively chaste kiss to Elise’s pastel pink lips. To Camille’s shock, the journalist kisses back.  It is only when Audrey, watching in some kind of macabre fascination of the brunette croons for her sister, Camille to let up that the blonde vampire does.  “That wasn’t bad, was it?” Elise asked.  “No, you’re quite good, amor,” Camille said teasing.  “Now I’ve got your attention,” Audrey said with a mock cough as vampires do not suffer the indignity of illness.  “Onto the case of Madame de Tourvel and her dangerous connection with the terror of all women and men the Vicomte de Valmont.”  Camille placed another letter under the studio light and Elise most happily read the letter, entwined by her own fascination both with Audrey and Camille and with the letter itself. 

[perfectlyyoungtimetravel]

Happy birthday to Lust Sans

Happy birthday to the bi pole dancer Lust 🎂🎉💜

Credits: @nsfwshamecave-pb

materials used: soft pastel acrylic crayons, HB-2 pencil and watercolor.

See you guys next time!

[sandiegosisters]

LUST @lust_drag has been entertaining audiences across the United States for almost 20 years. Wowing audiences with live vocals and stunning handmade looks. She’s fronted punk bands and broken barriers as the first trans woman to play a cis female role at the Historic Abbevile Opera House in Abbeville, South Carolina. Now this pastel princess resides here in San Diego, California.

LUST will be performing at CHILDREN OF THE REVOLUTION tomorrow night, Friday, June 30th, 2023

Venue: The Til-Two Club @tiltwoclub

Doors; 7PM

Suggested Donation: $5

Benefits: The ACLU Drag Defense Fund @aclu_nationwide.

CHILDREN OF THE REVOLUTION is the Novice Project of Judith Priest @sr.judith.priest

Join us, shall you?

#lust #dragisnotacrime #tiltwoclub #queershowcase

#queertalent #queervarietyshow #childrenoftherevolution #noviceproject #judithpriest #sistersofperpetualindulgence #acludragdefensefund

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[dumdummydumm]

1 each time you fall in love - cas

2 guilded lily - cults

3 gerl - strfkr

4 no sound but the wind - editors

5 #3 - aphex twin

6 delete forever - grimes [piano]

7 hurts like hell - fleurie

8 feels like the end - mikky ekko

9 here with me - d4vd

10 i love you so - the walters

11 jeune - ruby haunt

12 telephone - vacations

13 solas - jamie duffy

14 agony - yung lean [instrumental remix]

15 until i found you - stephen sanchez

16 evergreen - ritchy mitch and the coal miners

17 lose your smile - beach house

18 tv - billie eilish

19 another life - jadu heart

20 cry - cas

21 another love - tom odell

22 i'm tired - labrinth & zendaya

23 i found - amber run

24 experience - ludovico einaudi

25 possibility - lykke li

26 slow life - grizzly bear

27 eqytqat - kevin kaarl

28 satellite heart - anya marina

29 stay - rihanna ft. mikky ekko

30 silhouette - pastel ghost

31 silver soul - beach house

32 lust for life (demo) - lana del rey

33 pretty when you cry - lana de rey

34 ride - lana del rey

35 drowning - vague003

36 no surprises - radiohead

37 a pearl - mitski

38 god knows i tried - lana del rey

39 waste - kxllswxtch

40 girl - beach house

41 habits - genevieve stokes

42 so heavy i fell through the earth - grimes [piano]

43 where's my love - syml

44 suspirium - thom yorke

45 fourth of july - sufjan stevens

46 je te laisserai des mots - patrick watson

47 to build a home - the cinematic orchestra

48 when the party's over - billie eilish

49 elle ne t'aime pas - la femme

50 wicked game - chris isaak

51 fade into you - mazzy star

52 cold little heart - michael kiwanuka

53 beyond love - beach house

54 the beach - the neighbourhood

55 idea 10 - gibran alcocer

56 wait - m83

57 in this shirt - the irreprensibles

58 no time to die - billie eilish

59 reflections - the neighbourhood

60 black out days - phantogram

61 softcore - the neighbourhood

62 instant crush - daft punk ft. julian casablancas

63 stuff we did (married life)

64 home - edith whiskers

65 the night we met - lord huron

66 somewhere only we know - keane

67 colapso - kevin kaarl

68 san lucas - kevin kaarl

69 vamonos a marte - kevin kaarl

70 pacify her instumental remix fourth of july

71 le lecon particuliere - christian gaubert

72 sea, swallow me - cocteau twins & harold budd

73 llora mas - kevin kaarl

[zirkkun]

i’m dubbing november no shame november and the only thing you have to do is make self-indulgent stuff, 

no lol but this just. came to me. yesterday morning. and i have been working on it since then. with.. very little breaks. so I think 24 hours is the longest i’ve worked on an art piece lol

because I changed their outfits it might not be obvious (mmm except for Insans lol) but there’s Lust!Sans and Ace as well! also a small MV Mettaton because why not lol i think it’s plausible insans would have a picture of him on his phone lmao

[yerumeruii-archive]

Lust!sans + Maid!Lust

Feel free to follow!!

[monellian]

Anger without fear.

[hwalloween]

His Princess | (san smut)

Pairing: BadBoy!San x PerfectStudent!Reader

Synopsis: Despite his reputation and threatening appearance, you were San’s princess, and he made sure to let you know of that.

Genre: the best smut i ever wrote and lots of fluff

Word Count: 3k

Warning: unprotected sex. oral (f receiving). praise. petnames (princess, baby). overstimulating. service dom san. san is obsessed with reader, madly in love. this is both filfthy and very soft

Tag: -

A/N: i literally just wrote this, took me two hours, but i just fell down into a san brainrot and couldn’t stop myself. i didn’t expected to turn out this soft and cute and caring and smutty but it did and i’m proud of it :D

There was something that he found so endearing about the way your room looked. The pastel colored walls, hundreds of plushies, cream colored table, cute school material, big pink and ruffled bed covered in ever fluffier sheets, everything about the room was so cute. There was something he loved about the contrast of the pretty room with him. How his dark palette stood out, the rough fabrics looking nothing like the soft ones around him, how his sharp lines felt like cold ice on skin. He loved the way his clothes looked on your bedroom floor, outstanding and eye catching, a reminder of what was going on. He looked like the boogeyman inside a children's room, crawling on your bed, ready to devour you. But you didn't run away, no. You were his pretty little princess, the only one that could make him melt just with a smile. You wanted him to crawl on your bed and have you. 

There was something he found so attractive about how you looked on the bed. Legs spread out, chest rising and falling out of excitement, pretty baby pink lingerie adorning your skin, and your face, gosh your face. Your pretty doe eyes looking up at him, your cheeks flushed with a gorgeous tint of red, your lips spread apart and puffy from making out with him a second a go. The way you looked so vulnerable, but so eager to let him in. Him, the only one that could spoil you the way you liked, the only one that could make you feel like the princess you were, treating you the right way. San loved being the one ruining you for the whole night. 

There was something about the way his gaze was so lust filled and dark that made your legs tremble a bit. How he took his time taking off his clothes, gaze never leaving yours, he knew you liked when he put up a show. The way his arms tensed when grabbing the fabric hem of his shirt, pulling over his head and tossing it to the ground, looking like a black coffee stain on your pale white carpet. The way his hand gripped with rather impatience the buckle of his leather belt, fingers fumbling to get rid of the material he had used on your body before. The way he was so quick to kick his shoes off and get rid of the dark jeans pants, letting them fall to the ground and tossing them aside with his shirt. The way his body looked, covered with scars and tattoos, his muscles exposed and making your mouth water even more. There was something about the way you could not be 100% serious all the time that San loved. The way you made grabby hands towards him made him laugh, his smile filling up your heart with happiness. He shook his head negatively, making you pout. 

"I want to get you ready first, princess" He always called you like that, but it felt new to you every single time. "You want to take my cock like the nice little girl that you are, hm?" You nodded eagerly, mind starting to get foggy just at the thought of him inside you. "Then let me eat you out first to make sure you're going to be wet enough for me" 

There was something on how you tasted that made San's dick get even harder underneath his trousers. How wet you were, ready to receive him, ready to make a mess on his face. Something about the way your hips rode his face made his body so impatient, his hips buckling up out of response to how sensitive he was. One of his arms was wrapped around your waist, pulling you down onto his mouth, and the other one was gripping onto your right thigh, leaving bruises and marks that he knew you loved to look at. He leaped his tongue across your folds, grabbing your clit between his lips with an open mouth kiss, sucking on it and making your legs shake even more. You weren't even riding his face anymore at this point, you were just standing above him, hands grabbing the headboard of your bed and head thrown back, pleas and cries of pleasure leaving your mouth. He ate you out like a starved man, like it was the last time he was ruining you like that, like he was never going to be able to touch your body again. The arm wrapped around your waist was gone, his hand getting closer to your cunt and, while he continued sucking on your swollen bud vigorously, you felt two of his slender fingers penetrating your pussy, curling up inside of you and making you feel like heaven. He carefully scissors them, feeling how you clench and more of your arousal goes straight to his mouth. You couldn't even process what was happening before you felt his fingers starting to pump in and out of you, making your hips come back to life and ride them while he fingered you. You brought your head back to your front, your eyes barely opening due to the wave of pleasure running through your body, and your gaze met with his. His sharp eyes looking up at you, so dark but at the same time so filled with love and passion for you, staring right at your soul while his mouth worked wonders in your soaking cunt. You took one of your hands of the headboard, knuckles white from your grip, and you brought them to his hair, not gripping at them like you usually would do, but gently brushing your fingers through his dark hair, softly feeling them while looking at him back with the same amount of love. 

That was what made San get turned on. Your love. The way you took care of him, how you looked at him with your soft pretty eyes, the way you were so gentle with him, even if he was the brute he was. Your genuine love for him made him so incredibly turned on and ready to please you, to give his body for you to use, to be the one making you cum all night. It was a simple thing you did, running your fingers through his hair, but it was like you ignited a fire inside of him. He fastened the pace of his fingers, almost pounding on you with them, and sucked even more on your clit, nibbling at your bud with his tongue before moving back to your folds, tasting you even more. You felt the coil underneath your stomach get tighter, your mouth opening but making no sound, eyebrows frowning as your chest rose up and down to pick up the pace of your heavy breathing. There was both a feel of bruteness and care on the way he ate you. Being so aggressive with his tongue as he licked your entire pussy, adding it with his fingers inside your abused hole, entering you and leaving right after faster than you could register. 

"S-Sannie" Something about the way you always calls him like that, with the sweetest tone, even when moaning like a whore on the heat "I-I'm cumming" You cried out just above a whisper, loud enough for him to hear through the blood pumping in his ears and face. He loved your expression, how you look helpless and needy, how your mouth opened and closed right after, bottom lip getting caught between your teeth. He sucked on your clit again, before realising it with a little pop 

"Cum for me, princess. Cum all over your Sannie" His tone was low, but endearing. You could hear the care in his voice. And with that, you snapped, head thrown back, mouth hanging open and body shaking from the pleasure of your orgasm. Before you could moan loudly, you felt San's hand cover your mouth, preventing you from waking up your whole house. His slicked fingers touched your cheek, reminding you from the sinful view you had just a few seconds ago. As your hips slowly came to a halt, and your mind was brought back from the white out it was, you felt shifting underneath you, the feeling of being sat on San's lap now being present. Your eyes opened after a few small blinks, looking forward and seeing your boyfriend's face in front of you. His mouth and chin were glistening, even his nose had some remains of your cum, but his eyes never failed to make you feel small and weak, even if you were on top of him. He carefully took his hand off your mouth, looking at his fingers, also covered on you. He took them right to his mouth, humming and quietly moaning at your taste blessing his tongue again, eyes flushed shut and eyebrows lightly furred. The sight of him enjoying himself because of you made your cunt feel wet again, folds clenching against the empty feel inside your pussy, you were pulsating for him. 

"Sweet as always, so fucking good" The way he swears makes you buckle your hips, looking for friction. His other hand comes to stop you, holding you down with a tight and strong grip "Love the way you taste, princess. Like the finest dessert" His gaze comes back to you, eyes hazy with lust and need, but also filled with care. San doesn't miss a beat, attaching his lips to yours in a messy, open mouthed kiss, tongue intertwining with yours and leaving you breathless. His hands travel south and rest on your ass, gripping the soft flesh and massaging it right after. You take that as a opportunity to grind down on him, sopping cunt rubbing against his clothed cock as his hands guild your hips on a erotic lap dance. Your mouths separate to catch a breath, hands going up on his toned chest, feeling every single inch of your man. Your fingers gazed through the ink that marked his skin permanently, the patterns almost hypnotizing and complementing his sun kissed skin. You could feel the coil coming back again, just the feeling of his hard on being rubbed against your folds enough to make you want to cum again. A whine left your mouth, warning San that you were ready to take him full. With his strong arms, he carefully places you down onto the bed sheets, the soft mattresses welcoming your hot and bothered body. 

His hands hold your shins, opening your legs once again to him. The sight of your wet pussy pleading for him made his dick strain in pain again, begging to be freed from his underwear. He slowly took the fabric off of his body, both to tease you and because he liked to inflict pain on himself. His cock slapped his lower abdomen, standing thick and red, precum coating his tip and dripping down its shaft. You wanted to have him in your mouth so badly, to taste him too, but your need to be fucked good was louder. You unconsciously let one of your hands creep down on you, fingers rubbing your swollen clit lightly and spreading your folds, welcoming him in. His lips turned into a grin, loving how you were just as eager and needy for him as he was for you. San scooted himself closer, lightly lifting your bum up and getting himself slightly under you, letting your folded self fall back onto his spread thighs. He took his hard on with one hand, lightly tapping on your pussy and causing your hips to halt a bit. 

"Let's be careful, m'kay princess? I don't wanna ruin your pretty sheets and make my baby upset later" He said, adjusting himself between your legs and slowly pushing his cock inside of you. The way he fits just perfectly inside your cunt, making you feel full and stuffed. You wanted to moan loud, to scream his name until you have no voice left, but you couldn't. He was your dirty little secret. He was everything your parents didn't want you dating: reckless, mean, and with a bad reputation. He terrorized the school and laughed about it, he thrashed the classroom and screamed at teachers, everyone was afraid of San. But not you. You were his princess, and he knew his princess would never be scared of him. He knew that his princess knew more than what those bastards at school knew. Just like he knew more about you than the perfect student with zero time for people facade you pull up every single day. He knew your weak spots, he knew where to touch and how to, he read you like you were his favorite book, over and over again. He knew you loved when he hovered over you, arms on each side of your face and his strong frame caging you underneath him, forcing your body to be folded in half. His face being so close to yours, lips just above a inch away, just one strain of his black slicked hair glued to his forehead, and his eyes eating you alive. The way his gaze burned through your skin, memorizing every little detail about you and lusting over your perfection. He knew every mole, every freckle, every skin dent, every scar you had, he could name them without even looking at you. He knew your body better than you did. 

He knew how to angle in just the right way. How to make you see stars with just one thrust. He loved to hear you begging for him to cum, even though he was the one worshiping you the whole night long. The way his hips snapped back onto you, the loud sound of skin to skin echoing through the dark room, bodies only being lit by the moonlight coming from the huge window. Your hands hugged his back, nails scratching down red stripes on his skin as he pulled almost everything out, only to slam back at you at full force, making your whole body move, and the bed. He left wet kisses down your throat, sucking and biting on your sensitive spots, licking them right after and leaving a trail of purple hickeys and saliva on your warm skin. 

There was something about the way you took him into you, how you were gripping onto his dick with your walls, like you wanted to milk him dry. Something on the way your back arched as he kissed down on your chest, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other one free, letting its hand grab one of your breasts and cup it softly. His fingers toyed with your hard nipple, while his mouth sucked and bit on the other one, making your head fuzzy with the sensation of being so spoiled. Something on how your body served itself for him, how you were so open and ready for him to take you, to claim every single inch of your beauty as his, how the only thing that could come out of your lips were his name and cried out moans, over and over again, as if he's the only thing on his mind. He was the only thing on your mind, his love, his touch, his care, his body, he was the only thing you could think of day and night, your mind was filled with him just like your body was. It was him, and him only. 

Your cunt clenched around him even more, letting him aware that you were going to cum again. He loved making you cum. He loved seeing you get lost in the pleasure, using him as your personal toy. He never thought that he would be so whipped for someone, but gosh you had a spell on him. Everything he wanted to do was to please you, to see you feel good, to make you happy, to worship you and treat you like royalty because you deserved it. You deserved it getting taken care of, you deserved having someone by your side, someone that spoiled you rotten, that cuddles you and kissed you all the time, someone that cared, someone that truly cared for you. You deserved everything and more, he wanted to give you the world. The feeling and thought of you being so turned on because of him made the coil on his stomach start to tight up. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging your whole body, just like you did with him. You could hear, feel his mouth by your ear, breathing heavily and moaning your name, moaning how much he loved you and wanted you. His thrusts were getting sloppier and more frenetic, as well as his voice rising up with his moans, just like yours. As you felt both of your bodies tensing up more and more, you brought his face to yours, looking at him with that gaze that could melt him into a puddle.

"San…" You spoke above a whisper between moans "I love you" Your lips crashed against his, taking him into your mouth in a heated and loving kiss as you both came. You muffled each other's moans, bodies moving together as you both rode from your orgasms, the feeling of being unbearably close making everything better. As you pulled out for air, your eyes took the sight of him. Face covered in sweat, a few hairs glued on his forehead. Cheeks flushed with crimson tint and mouth open, lips puffy and covered in a layer of spit. And his eyes, looking back at you, with that sweet gaze and pure love, those strong sharp eyes that dived onto yours, making you feel safe. He reached one of his hands to your face, brushing a few hair back and letting it rest on the top of your head, while both of you catch your breaths. He nuzzled his nose on your cheek, making you chuckle as you felt him leave a soft kiss on the top of your skin. His voice was low and soft, like a quiet wind in your ear.

"I love you too, princess. And I always will" 

[elesmyly]

Doodle of Pastel and Erica 😸🕺

[moancores]

𝙸 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝙳𝙳𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙴

summary : laying with you i feel like moving clouds high in the sky

pairings : aki hayakawa x fem! reader

caution warnings : smoking (cigarettes), mentions of fingering, a fic without a plot

words : 1.6k

inspiration : cigarette (ft. Tablo, Miso) — offonoff

Aki is cautious, even on his days off, he’s still highly aware of his surroundings and refuses to put his guard down. Paranoia laced his bones like a second skin, flooding his sanity and bathed him in alamort—his colleagues taunting him with obscene mouthfuls, referring to his tension as volatile metallics. He reminds them that it’s always better safe than sorry at the end of a job, his eyes always glazed in wet, insomniac entrapment. Of course, nobody took him seriously until after they were dead.

So in these lunar gold moments, where evening arrived too early, he wandered inside a morphean building with shame and guilt. The inclescent sign that read ‘DECADENCE’ in English flashed against the ebony ink night sky; showing the dense population of Tokyo that they were willing to open their doors for the damned and beautiful. Even inside the crimson illuminated lobby, where only one man sat at the front desk, Aki still kept his guard as he unconsciously created half moon circles into his salt stain palm from the tip of his nails. He nodded his head to the man with cimmerian eyes, who in return smiled at his favorite patron as the man pointed to the ceiling.

See, boy of misfortune that’s laved in bittersweet sickness was rooted to this love hotel for two years now, his feet pierced in magnetic obsession that always had him crawling back. He was a regular, someone the staff knew by name, despite the hatred that calloused him of how easily they spoke his name. It rolled off their tongues like venom and they made it sound harsh—their tone the equivalent of choking of funeral soil. He hated the illusion of their voices and it could be the overwhelming shame that made him hate them, but he can’t shake the feeling that they could be dangerous.

He held his breath as he looked at the man, feeling the apprehension kissed his skin as he melted into a cold sweat, but he understood. That she was waiting for him in the same room that overlooked the same LED sign that promoted the same ramen stall on the same main street. Aki left the same lobby to take the same left turn to the same ricody staircase, climbing the same nine floors up as the warm light bathed him in hues of champagne drip. He ignored the same art pieces that made him feel uncomfortable throughout the years of visiting, traveling down the same narrow hallway where the same wooden floors tripped him up before sighing at the same wooden door. Aki has frequented this room so casually that the owner of the hotel molded an exact replica of the key to this room.

The scent of peonies enveloped him into a serene eumoiriety as a sheen moisture of humidity coaxing his face, the strands of his acantho hair clung to his skin. The room was bare with little to offer besides a bed that was displayed in the center, adorned with the same pale blue sheets that Aki had messied and soiled with his own multitarian elixirs. In the far end of the room, the balcony doors were open to allow the evening winds to consume the fragments of fornication as the sheer curtains swayed against the current of cool zephyrs. Between the alterations of fabric, you stood amidst the foundation of taboos as you leaned your body against the iron railing, looking outwards towards a malice devoured city with half dead people being the buildment of a devil’s desire. Aki blinked as he watched your wet hair sway against the gust clear currents or how the tips of your hair dribbled warm water and pooled beneath you.

Aki pulled out the pack of cigarettes he recently purchased, tapping the cardboard box against his open palm with thunderous shockwaves in the hopes to pack the cigarettes tight. He fumbled with the packaging but he managed to quickly peel away the thin plastic that encased around the box and threw it to the ground; grabbing a cigarette between his fingers that stained his skin in the scent of tobacco and fig before brushing the filter against his bottom lip. Between the billowy curtains and harsh winds, Aki witnessed a scintilla of mist that blew east from your lips and dissipate into the astral atmosphere—the smell of your cheap cigarettes that were laced with poison was pungent. Aki watched, observing how the ash from your cigarette gravitated downwards towards the concrete versus the cherry cola ashtray that was shaped in a heart. He witnessed how your toes curled as you leaned your body down more against the railing, watching you lean further and further downwards until you began to slip.

“Idiot!” Aki cried, his calloused hands gripping your waist as he pulled you down into the depths of your shared room, “You need to be more careful!”

“I was completely fine, Hayakawa-san.” You rolled your eyes, “No need to worry about me.”

Aki lit his cigarette as he inhaled the first cigarette from the last two hours. His lungs inflated with venom that bit his esophagus, the taste of tobacco flowers shoving down his throat in between the bursts of nicotine obsession. He blew the mist from his nose, feeling his airwaves clog in an arcane burn, “I worry about you like I do anyone else.”

“Aweh, you think that highly of me?” You teased, flicking the end of your cigarette off the balcony.

“Don’t push your ego, you’re not that important to me.” Aki argued, “but I refuse to see any more people die in front of me.”

The beige chair in the corner collected the dust and ash shared between them from purgatory evenings, and despite it’s broken appearance, Aki still sat gingerly in his favorite chair. He quickly dragged another puff of his cigarette before welcoming you into his lap and cradling you close into his arms that were strained with catastrophic dolent. He hissed as your body connected with a freshly blue bruise that blotched him in orchids blooming beneath his flesh—before you could apologize, Aki shook his head and told you not to worry about it. You notice how his body heat radiated with nuclear fission and how it burned like a thousand suns, clearly he was overworking himself and his body is unable to keep up with the demands of his mentality. You couldn’t say anything though, knowing that he’ll get upset and excuse his hard work for determination and becoming the savior of a saccharine generation, so instead you encouraged him to smoke. Maybe chain smoking fifteen cigarettes will keep him bound to you a moment longer, distracting his pulsating hate for devils with the taste of attraction.

You grabbed another cigarette from your carton, placing it sweetly between your lips as your head hung off from the arm of your chair. Your hair mimicking cascades of waterfalls as it fails with the downward spiral of gravity, ichor pooling in your head as Aki lit the cigarette dangling between your peach gloss lips with your butane lighter (shaped and molded to resemble a lock and heart) that he found ridiculous. You inhale deeply through your nose, collecting the smoke into your lungs before you allow it to bleed into the atmosphere.

Aki set aside your lighter before returning his hand to the inside of your thigh, knowing that after two packs, while your organs are festering and dying, his long fingers will slip between the hem of your panties and thrust between your love. Deep conversations will fall into malicious silence as the only thing Aki can clearly comprehend is your soft moans echoing into the sky. His fingers buried deep within you in rhythmic depths as he looks outwards into the skyline of his newly acquired city—wondering what devils wandered about in the far corners of Tokyo before questioning what Makima was doing in this very moment. Sometimes, he’ll look at you and picture Makima unraveling beneath him, lips agape with apricot blush dusting her skin.

In his mind, he knew you were beautiful but you’ll never compare to Makima. Honestly, he doesn’t know why he’s so enamored with her but he’s drawn to her like the sun is with supernovas. There’s always something alluring about the mysterious darkness that blanketed over her, making her feel archaic and silver. To Aki, you were the light, something that felt safe yet dangerous. You can melt him, burn him and you could just as easily cremate him like any other fire devil—you were a hindrance to him but he was addicted to you like every cigarette shared amongst you. You brought life into halcyon days, where flowers stretch their long necks to kiss your nectar.

Besides, those are sensations and thoughts for later. You placed the cigarette you’ve kissed between his lips, allowing to suck and nurture on the vile as his spine relaxed further into the beige chair. His thumb swaying small circles into your flesh as he exhaled the taste of rot from the cheap cigarettes you loved so much. His stress induced head felt a tad bit high from the smoke and your touch that the world around him began to circle slowly and sweetly. His heart thrumming in euphoria as he gladly took another drag of your cigarette, cherishing the feeling of light fingertips against his chapped lips as you held the cigarette for him.

Decadence was a hotel he was swore was the gate to hell from his mortal reality, and somehow you lingered in the corrupt realm of the ninth floor as a distraction from the vile and decay he bathed in. Blood and killings were a part of his life just like how breathing, starving and lust was. However, on the ninth floor of a man made hell, you became a calm addiction that Aki craved—numbing the deaths of his buddies, colleagues and friends after a cry, a funeral and sex. The cigarettes shared between you were the conversations of apprehension, loss, pleasure and possible happy endings. The smell of your pastel breathing places him in a corrosive mood and suddenly, he could devour the moon raw.

You placed your fingers against his lips, encouraging him to take another long hit as the tan filter was eaten from the saliva shared between hallowed bodies. “Smoke up a glimpse of heaven.”

[etlunainmorte]

My friend @dreaming-gamer sent me an ask about the Devil May Cry crew's reaction to a haunted painting, and I uploaded it in my main blog, @thedyingmoon but, for some reason, it didn't show. The askbox was even empty, meaning it was answered successfully. But, still, no post.😰😰😰

So, I'm uploading it here, instead. ><

Tagging @ceruleanworld and @yepps , and a special thanks to @lilttlechicken for helping me with the Spanish translation.

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Warning: This may contain disturbing scenes with themes of horror and mystery that might not be suitable for some readers. Please, proceed with caution. Thank you!

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Morrison told them that the former owner of the painting went missing over a month ago.

Now, the incident was, or can be considered, purely coincidental had it not happened to the five people who pre - owned La Pintura De San Gregorio. Even the people who knew those unfortunate souls said that the painting seemed to change with each passing month. Like it was somehow alive. They were even convinced that these poor people would never be found again.

And so, the others forlornly watched Dante bring the very same painting inside the shop. This may, very well, be only a coincidence. Of a regular case involving missing persons. However, in this world they live in, anything could be possible.

It might be the work of Demons, and it was Devil May Cry's duty to get to the bottom of this mystery and find those poor innocent people once and for all.

At first glance, no one would be able to tell what's wrong with the wonderful work of art. The painting, itself, was a marvel to look at. Taking up most of the wall facing the main room of the shop, the painting depicted a calm and very soothing scenery of a lush garden in the dawn, or twilight. The many flowers in the garden that were, rather, realistically made, with bright and vibrant hues of red, blue, green, and yellow, were a complete contrast to how the sky was depicted. With soft pastel colors of pink, purple, and powder blue, and with clouds and birds dotted here and there, the sky could make anyone stare at it for hours on end with its dream - like atmosphere. A simple country house, softly lighted with candles, could also be seen in the painting, and within it, a family of six happily gathered together for a sumptuous feast. On a white, rustic gazebo covered almost entirely by rose vines, there was a beautiful black - haired woman in white looking at the distance, a letter, probably from a lover who was away, in her hand, pressed to her chest. And lastly, a man in black, who may or may not be San Gregorio, himself, could be seen staring at the beautiful woman from a distance, his cold and stoic facial expression the only damper in the, otherwise, gorgeously made painting.

However, should one take a good long look at it for an extended period of time, they would notice the trance - like vibe the painting was giving off. Like they were being seduced by its dream - like scenery. Like they were being pulled inside it.

The first few days and nights of them taking turns in watching over the painting was quite normal. In fact, none of them could feel anything weird or paranormal in it, whatsoever. 

It was on the third week of the month where things began to change.

The owner of the Devil hunting agency, a man in his forties named Dante Sparda, has just returned from his investigation of the missing persons when he noticed,... something odd in the painting. It could be easily missed but, if one has a sharp eye, they would immediately notice the change in it.

At first, Dante thought it was a trick of the light, or his tired eyes taking a toll on his equally tired body. But, when he took a closer look, his eyes suspiciously narrowed, he finally saw it:

The family of six inside the house,...

... became only four.

And what's even stranger about it was how the locations of these four seemed to change. For once, they were gathered around the table, and now, only two of them remained, with the other two standing next to a fireplace, seemingly having a hearty conversation.

But, where were the other two people?

Dante looked closer and inspected the art, and, at last, he found the other two. They were now sitting next to each other beneath the shade of an oak tree at the farthest corner of the scenery.

Naturally, he alerted the others regarding what he witnessed. And the moment they noticed the changes, they knew.

The painting really was demonic in nature.

Over the next few days, Dante and his friends observed the painting even closer, formulating theories as to how it became demonic. They also tried asking the friends and relatives of the missing persons but, they only got the same old answers from them: that the painting was alive, and that it was the main cause of the disappearance of those people. They even traced the painting back to its first owner, however, none of his friends or relatives were willing to speak about the incident. Some even refused to let Dante and his friends inside their home, resorting to threats and violence just to keep them out and prevent them from intruding on their privacy.

They did everything they could, until the last option left for them was to find the artist, himself. With no other information about the painting except for the name, San Gregorio, which was etched at the lower left corner at the back of the canvass, they searched and searched until one of Dante's friends, a woman named Nico, found out about something that seemed to shake her.

But, the night the friends were to meet her back in the shop to discuss what she found out, she never came. They waited and waited for hours. They even called her grandmother to check whether she's at home. And it was then that their fears and suspicions were finally realized.

Nico,... has vanished without a trace.

Or,... was she?

For, when the friends looked at the painting, they saw her there,... 

... standing next to the two gentlemen by the fire, listening in on their conversation.

The painting,... has taken Nico.

And those six people, not counting the man and the woman in the garden?

Upon closer inspection, those six people in the painting eerily resembled the six missing persons.

They were all,... taken by San Gregorio's Painting.

Desperate for answers and fearing for the worst, they thought of ways to get the people out from the painting. Half of the group retraced Nico's steps and went on with her studies about this man called Gregorio, hoping to find out some more clues that could solve this mystery, and half of them took down the painting from the wall and thought of various ways to investigate the artwork without destroying it in fear of killing the people inside. 

They tried almost everything they could think of, from scratching the surface of the canvass to wiping parts of the painting with a wet cloth. But, the more they disturbed the painting, the more it became somewhat aggressive.

The next disappearance proved it.

That one late evening, the young couple Nero and Kyrie were reading some documents about a Spanish artist who has a striking resemblance to the man in Nico's papers. Who they believed to be Gregorio, himself.

All of sudden, they noticed some movement coming from the painting, itself. And when the pair looked at it, in their utter horror, they found out that the man who was looking at the beautiful woman was nowhere to be found.

He has moved. But, where?

The next day, the pair has also gone missing.

And the painting? It now showed both Nero and Kyrie tending to the garden. It also showed Nico inside the house holding a butter knife and looking outside the window with a horrified expression in her face.

And the man who they suspected was Gregorio? He seemed to have moved closer to the woman in the gazebo, his hand reaching out.

But now, his facial expression turned from stoic,... to sadistic.

With no other options left, Dante and his older brother, a man named V, turned to violence as a last resort.

The next evening, the brothers took out their weapons and faced the painting. They must take out the Demon who lived in the cursed art and destroy it. Only then can they save their friends and those six other victims.

Dante made the first move. He raised his sword and swiftly brought it down to the painting. However, the mere second before the blade touched the canvass, Gregorio's eyes moved and landed on them. And when it happened, the blade bounced off the canvass and broke, throwing Dante across the room, and the once hard metal splitting into two pieces.

With determination in his eyes to bring everyone back, V raised his hands and summoned his two demonic familiars, a bird called Griffon, and a panther called Shadow. Together, they assaulted the cursed painting, their strong attacks landing a direct hit on it one after the other. V raised his cane and ran towards the painting, the tip of his metallic weapon pointed at the heart of the art, itself: the woman in the gazebo.

But, something deterred V and made him halt his attacks. The woman turned her eyes on him and gave him a pleading look.

Her looking at the distance, with that letter close to her heart, and Gregorio seemingly advancing towards her without her knowledge,...

Gregorio wanted to have her.

This woman,... needed help.

And the moment V realized this, a vision appeared right before him: the same woman weeping in the garden, that letter clutched tightly to her chest. Gregorio, all dressed in black and that sadistic expression present on his old and distorted face, coming towards her. The woman looking up at the man, her eyes widened with utter fear. And the man lunging towards her,...

V snapped back to reality. Right then and there, he knew what must be done.

They must free the woman in the painting. Free her from Gregorio's grasp and lustful intent. And only then can those innocent souls be freed from their still and dream - like prison.

With a single nod to his brother, who morphed to his demonic form and conjured a new and powerful sword, V pointed at the man in the painting, who was now taking hold of the poor woman's arm.

The brothers raised their weapons once more as Gregorio's fingers covered her smooth and graceful neck. They lunged forward with every intent of dealing one last killing blow to the source of all this evil, while Gregorio raised a knife and pointed it to the woman's chest.

V and Dante brought down their weapons on Gregorio as his knife went swiftly down her chest.

The fiend's bloodshot eyes widened, his teeth gritting in anger as he saw how his body collapse into pieces under Dante's blade and V's cane, the many colorful pigments flowing out of him like a fountain of blood. Their friends, Nico, Kyrie, and Nero's eyes all focused on them, fear and worry etched onto their faces.

The woman closed her eyes, a single tear rolling down her face as she smiled at them with gratitude,...

She,... was finally free.

A flash of blinding light emanated from the cursed artwork, blocking the brothers' view. Then, after that, a state of calm, peace, and silence overtook their senses and tired bodies.

And the next moment V opened his eyes, he found himself together with his friends, who were gathered around the table for a sumptuous feast. He saw Nero and Kyrie laughing at whatever Nico was doing, and he saw Dante sitting across from him on the other side of the table, waving at him with a proud smile on his face.

V closed his eyes and sighed. That nightmare,... felt all too realistic. And he was glad that it was finally over.

With a content smile on his face, he stood up and went towards the window, where he saw the beautiful garden outside.

Oh, how peaceful this was. How nice everything was,...

V turned around upon hearing someone entering the house. He didn't know his friends were expecting some visitors,...

His heart seemed to stop beating as his eyes landed on the visitors: six people who looked awfully familiar to him.

Six people who,...

With gradually escalating heartbeat, V rushed outside the house and looked at the scenery all over him.

The simple country house. The lush garden with vibrant hues of red, blue, green, and yellow. The soft, pastel - colored sky of pink, purple, and powder blue.

That rustic gazebo covered almost entirely with rose vines.

V turned back to the house and saw his friends dining happily with their new guests, as if they have no worries. His eyes cautiously travelled to that spot on the right side where a man in black used to lurk, except that he was no longer there. Then, with trembling body and cold sweat breaking out of his forehead, his eyes wandered to that gazebo, where he saw the dark - haired woman. Her back was turned away from him, and she was humming a familiar tune, her voice soothing, and yet ominous at the same time.

He turned back to the house and saw his friends and those six people all looking at him from the window, their eye sockets white, and their facial expressions seemingly empty.

And when V turned to look at the woman in the gazebo once more, he finally figured everything out.

He finally realized what Gregorio was trying to do.

With a sweet smile on her face, that same letter clutched to her chest, she spoke to V,...

"Now, I have you back, my dearest."

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