#sanctiifico

[sylksheeeee-a]

Haarlep: smooshes face in between Ani's thighs, to rest, for maximum somftness.

fingers weave through dark locks , pressing aforementioned thighs together just a little , to make them extra pillow-y for haarlep. she coos & hums , her soft , happy little sounds as her digits comb slowly through their hair. ❝  𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑦 , 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝘩𝑎𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑝 ?  𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑢𝑏𝑖 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑦 ?  ❞

UNPROMPTED SOFT / ALWAYS ACCEPTING !

[murdershaped]

@sanctiifico | asked: ❝  are you always so suspicious?  ❞ Gortash

A thin smile spread across its mouth, obsidian stained lips stretching wide. " Suspicious ??? " she repeated, canting their head to the side. Her mind flooded with emories of dozens of victims' faces as they warped into ones of CONFUSION AND BETRAYAL. They did not expect the blade, not from their friends or family members. At least, that is who their killer CHOSE TO PRESENT themselves as whilst its blade plunged through skin and muscles to poke and prod at the delicious viscera concealed within. Were they too suspicious then ??? She got away with SO MUCH DEATH and the cursed lordling deemed it necessary to dare and question the changeling's methods.

" How confident is our LITTLE TYRANT that it would never, has never, come oh so close to being a morsel to satiate my BLOOD THIRST, " they mused as her hand curled into a fist, a single finger pressed against her chin. " Suspicious I may seem, you say ??? Well, if you are SO CERTAIN you have no reason to question every person which steps a bit too close. Won't have to worry if the shape is a mere warping of my flesh, won't have to worry if there is a blade hidden behind the next SINCERE SMILE. A blade itching to slit the throat you leave oh so exposed, holding your head HIGH AS YOU DO. "

[sylkshe-gone]

WHICH TAROT CARD ARE YOU?

the sun

light follows behind your heels. the daylight yields to your shining face. it is difficult to compare such radience to anything but the sun. bright and warm, people seem to gravitate toward you for your neverending optimism and the positivity you exude. but it tires you, doesn't it? the constant smiles, the ceaseless extension of yourself? does it not make you burn? do not allow yourself to fizzle out.

NUMBER: 19 UPRIGHT: positivity , fun , warmth , success , vitality success REVERSED: inner child , feeling down , overly optimistic

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[raphaeni]

@sanctiifico liked for a small starter

"My my. What a welcome party!" He gestures his hands to the massive robotic creatures that set their sight upon him. "How is the Archduke to be? ... I imagine you want something."

[sinefinemors]

@sanctiifico

He stands naked at the shoreline of the water, bathing, rinsing himself, and stepping deeper until he is waist deep. Mors glances when he hears a noise, the rustling of grass, and stares at the taller stranger that had come to camp recently. Mors had not said a word to him yet. Mors didn't say much to most people. He rinses his hair.

"I will be done in a bit. The water will be yours soon." He makes no attempt to cover himself up.

[creatrix-mea-archive]

sending my science nerd vampire lord - Fadel, to miss Athena

Athena takes his arm and smiles brightly at him. Finally, a kindred spirit! "Let us discover the mysteries of existence and beyond together," she says, already somewhat giddy from the thought.

[sylksheeeee-a]

from Haarlep uwu

HAARLEP IS ANI'S ULTIMATE TYPE. All she has to do is teach them about the ocean!!!

[sylksheeeee-a]

she's a ten but her taste in men is rancid.

She is squinting , clearly trying to decipher the meaning of such a thing being said to her. Lower lip is pulled between teeth & she thinks really hard before finally ,  ❝   𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 !   ❞  &  skipping off to go snuggle with one of her rancid men.

THEY'RE A 10 , BUT . . .

[raphaeni]

Points to the two delicate little branches poking out of his curls, with an expression of deep offence at Raphael's inability to decipher his 'costume'. "I am a devil, duh!"

@sanctiifico

"Ah yes, of course. How could I not tell?" He looks over the "horns" on Haarlep's head, twisted branches of a tree from the human world, and some cheaply made wings fashioned upon his back. "Then shall I be the incubus for today?"

[raphaeni]

One of Haarlep's cardboard cut out ghosts strategically placed at the corner, is sprung into action and connects with Raphael's face with a weak 'thwack'.

It nearly knocks him over if he didn't immediately transform into his normal self, using his own wings to balance.

The cardboard bursts into flames.

"... I will have Sai draw another one." He hisses. "Please keep your contributions to the haunted house... not in the Boudoir."

[raphaeni]

❝ ah-ah. you forgot to say the magic word. ❞ Haarlep uvu

✗mouthy bottoms sentence starters

Raphael feels Haarlep on his thighs, sitting there, the heat of his skin was so very warm, so lovingly warm. He takes the time to unbutton his shirt, adjusting the collar a bit. Raphael already felt the heat at his head, the sweat on his hair, and he sighed as he sunk against the pillows.

Raphael drags his claws over Haarlep's thighs. He digs his nails into him for just a second, aching as he waits for the incubus to rut against him, or to finally rut inside him. His body's weight is so comfortable, so tempting, so achingly close.

"You truly are a devil." Raphael jokes with him, and sees that little smile on Haarlep's lips. Raphael hates this. Hates his excitement. Hates that he knows Haarlep will get what he wants.

"... Please, Haarlep." He digs his claws in enough to draw blood. "Impale me."

[raphaeni]

Mephistopheles vc: Son, we need to talk about your growing collection of critters.

"You're going to have to be specific. Do you mean the incubus, that you sent to me to fuck me until I was distracted, the tabaxi, that you knocked up and still didn't manage to kill, or the human boy, who managed to break into your house and steal the Crown of Karsus from under your nose?"

"Or someone else entirely?"

[raphaeni]

"Bing-Bong is back!" Haarlep holds up a slightly singed and a rather unhappy looking imp to Raphael's face. "He needs a new bowtie."

He stares at the imp -- excuse him, impie -- with little to no reaction on his face. Raphael puts his hand on the imp's head, patting it as it sits there in Haarlep's arms, waggling its little tail. "Is this the one that was chewing on my furniture all the time?" He was hoping he had gotten rid of it... seems he would have to find another warlock willing to summon it.

"Yes, yes, of course. We shall get him the littlest bowtie in all the land."

[sinefinemors]

❛ you’re a fucking nightmare. kiss me. ❜ Gortash

darker vibes

Mors does as he's told. He comes forward to Gortash, standing beneath him, and grips him, pulling him down a bit, grasping his hair, and pressing their errant lips together. The taste of blood. The taste of sweat. The taste of alcohol.

After he kisses Gortash he collapses into his chest, its unbecoming of Mors, a rare moment for him to actually show weakness -- although in this case he has little choice. Wresting the Crown of Karsus had drained both of them, finding the means to secure it to an Elder Brain had been even more complicated. Yet, Mors's body is dripping with blood and brain fluid, and his hands are wounded with the sharp metal edges of the Crown that dug into his hands.

Mors takes it upon himself to throw his arms around Gortash once he comes back, and pulls himself up a bit, before then pushing the man away.

"It's done..." He sounds slightly more empty that usual, not necessarily tired, just empty. He stumbles over to one of the chairs, and leans on it with both his hands.

[raphaeni]

⛓ modern au Haarlep jump scare

Send “ ⛓ ” for an arranged marriage starter

Mephistopheles had demanded a small wedding, he didn't want his son being subject to ridicule over his choice of partner, and more importantly he didn't want the drama that came with it.

So naturally, their small wedding was in attendance of about a thousand people.

The church is richly decorated by Raphael's mother and her friends, the old crones gossiping about the situation and murmuring over and over about the very idea of it all -- but also knowing that Raphael is far too powerful for anyone to fight him. In fact, nobody around Raphael dared fight him about it, not even his own father.

So it was his own father that held Haarlep's arm while walking the man down the aisle. If there were any protests, they bit their tongues, or they looked to the men in suits and just knew better. Some of them were just there for a wedding, ignoring the fact that they didn't approve, hypocrisy to the end. Raphael would find it funny if it wasn't bitterly sad.

It's very loud in the party to come afterwards, filled with flowing wine, an enormous white cake, and lots of dancing, and Raphael finds himself sitting there, enjoying the music that plays before them. Yet his eyes only wander over Haarlep, his eyes on his own, watching where Haarlep glances, where he puts his head down.

"Nasilisin? Sevgili." He presses his lips to Haarlep's ear, whispering into his neck, speaking quietly to him, he doesn't even know his language fully.

[raphaeni]

@sanctiifico replied to your post “What was your mother like?”:

Mephistopheles voice: human woman.

"Your power with words are truly exquisite. It's like she's standing right in front of us."