I B I S

MOVED TO MAIN BLOG AT @abyssalcriminal

[abyssalcriminal-archived]

I HAVE MOVED BLOGS

Hey there! Made a main blog for Ibis so shes no longer a side blog!

you can find her at @abyssalcriminal!

[abyssalcriminal-archived]

The sweetness of Haarleps breath drew her in closer before she could pull away, the natural allure of the incubus even as he spoke hard to ignore. Shaking her head a bit she backed away with a light flush to her cheeks. This was hardly her first run in with an incubus, but Haarlep had an intense power to his seduction, one Ibis found difficult to ignore.

"YES-ahem, I mean..." (a small cough to compose herself) "You definitely don't need help in the tempting department..."

Her ears pricked at the warning of traps and she scoffed. As if a few booby-traps could leave anything but a scratch on her resilient skin. Scales were a nice thing to have in the Hells.

"Aww, are you worried about little ol' me? How sweet! But I'm sure I can handle whatever Raph is packing. But I agree, we should wait for the High Inquisitor to arrive for the best results."

She could envision it now, the High Inquisitor's horrid face twisting in disgust at Raphael's lack of control. Raphael, face aghast with fury and embarrassment at the state of his abode.

It was a delicious thought.

"Heh! I'd love to see such a high ranking devil give Raphael an earful. Give him a taste of his own medicine."

Now the smart next step would be to come up with a plan...

...But Ibis was never really one for thinking things through.

"WELL, the High Inquisitor arrives tomorrow. You'll distract the archivist, while I break into the archives. Sounds easy enough!"

[dvilsdesire]

Worried? Hardly. The incubus smirked in response. If anyone was going to get into trouble over this, it wasn't him. Perhaps Raphael would rage and attempt to throw him around, but Haarlep was confident that he could ease his master's wrath. It's why he was made, after all. Distract the son of Mephistopheles, make certain his temper over the Crown of Karsus was simmered.

The High Inquisitor was a dreadful quest to have, always nit picking, but Raphael was exceptionally talented in keeping his order maintained, especially when a high end guest was on the roster.

"Sounds easy enough," he mimicked back, though there was a little flash in the creature's eyes. The chaos of this not working at all, of it turning out to be an entire disaster. Oh yes, he believed he could easily distract the Archivist without a doubt, but could Ibis actually steal what she wanted? That was another thing. One did not just pluck items from Raphael's archives without consequences.

"Then it is settled, dear. You pinch whilst I distract." He shifted his weight, turning on his heel. "Raphael will be ever vigilant this evening. Making certain everything is in order. He will go to bed restless, and I will comfort and ease him into a sweet lullaby." He turned over his shoulder. "You best have your own insurance, darling... When he finds out what you did--and he will--what is your plan of escape, hm?"

[abyssalcriminal-archived]

Escape...?

Ibis did not flee. She was no coward.

Raphael has punished her in the past. His methods were...creative, she'd give him that, but nothing she couldn't withstand.

But if he aimed to kill her...

That she wasn't too keen on. Sure, she would simply regenerate back in the Abyss...but the climb to Avernus was a long and hard one, and there was no telling what she would have to do to to get back.

...and her sire might not take her continued failure lightly.

Raphael she did not fear. But Alzrius was another story.

Ibis paused and thought. A rarity for her.

Was this really a good idea...?

Doubt seized her like tendrils, seeping into her head and making her doubt herself for the first time in a while.

"I'll figure something out."

With that, she left the boudoir, much less excited than she was when she walked in.

The next day comes easily. The House of Hope is a bustle of activity, debtors darting around frantically, either trying to obey orders given or scurry away from punishment.

Ibis herself lingered near the Archive. Haarlep had not yet arrived, though the High Inquisitor hadn't either.

And yet she found herself...anxious.

She let out a growl of irritation. She shouldn't be anxious! This was HER idea, she wasn't some imp worried about getting a lashing!

Yet still, some part of her, a part she loathed, protested the act of chaos she was about to wreak.

Conflicted, Ibis continued to hover, tense, next to the Archive, a ball of nerves waiting to snap.

[abyssalcriminal-archived]

Starter for @caniasfire

Avernus was an unforgiving landscape, the rough terrain scraping against the pads of Ibis's bare feet. She'd been trudging through this literal hell hole for over a month now, evading devil patrols as best she could. It was boring and tedious Ibis much preferred a fight, but it was a necessary precaution.

After falling to many a devil blade, forced to reform in the depths of the Abyss only to crawl her way back to Avernus again…she'd learned to be more cautious.

Despite her previous failings, Ibis's resolve was resolute.

She WOULD get to the material plane, no matter the cost.

Movement caught Ibis's eye in the distance. A green spec, moving out in the open.

A lone devil. All alone. With no back-up.

Perfect.

A vicious grin tore across the cambion's face, her body laying low as she prowled towards her new found prey. A devil isolated from it's pack was a rare find, usually traveling with an entourage of underlings and muscle to back them up. If this one was so confident by themselves…that must have meant they were high ranking. Valuable.

Fighting against devils directly had not worked out thus far…perhaps ransom would work in her favor.

[scarletsourcesarchived-deactiva]

Com-MUN-ication Meme

🥰 I secretly admire you

🤓 I don't dare talk to you, but I enjoy reading your threads

👋 I just came to break the ice and say "Hi!"

🙂 How are you, mun?

🤔 I want to write with you, but I don't know how our muses might interact

💡 I have a plot idea for our muses

😕 I want to ship with you, but our muses have never interacted

😔 I want to ship with you, but I don't know if you're interested

❤ I want us to be mains

💞 I want us to be exclusives

💍 I want us to be ship exclusive

💘 I want to discuss romantic ships with you

💚 I want to discuss platonic ships with you

🖤 I want to discuss hate ships with you

💜 I want to discuss familiar ships with you

😇 Can you write a starter for our muses, please?

😄 Can you send me some memes, please?

💖 I love you, mun!

🌟 You're my favorite blog

😊 We should talk more OOC

😓 There's a thread I'm waiting for you to reply, but I don't want to feel like I'm rushing you

😬 I want to send you a meme about (x), is it okay?

❣ I want to write fluff with you

👄 I want to write romance with you

🔥 I want to write smut with you

😭 I want to write angst with you

😱 I want to write horror with you

🤩 I WANT TO WRITE EVERYTHING WITH YOU

[abyssalcriminal-archived]

🔥 BIO 🔥 RULES 🔥 VERSES🔥

A BG3 and DnD RP blog for my demonic cambion OC, Ibis.

Penned by Maze (25+).

21+ Only. Open to all! Only semi-selective.

NOTE: This is a side blog, all follows will come from my main @nottodaypoof .

Trigger Warnings: nsfw, gore, torture, generally evil things that come with being a demon.

Tags: #Ibis Talks - RP threads, #deep abyss - DDNE content, #boiling lava - nsfw, #ibis meme - dash games, #ibis art - art of Ibis

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

My character is under a truth serum, ask them anything.

MY CHARACTER HAS TO ANSWER TRUTHFULLY, NO MATTER THE QUESTION.

[brittsmemes]

Interrogate my muse!

ask about their relationships, crushes, past, regrets… anything! nothing is off limits!

[abyssalcriminal-archived]

Mun vs Muse I stole from lyco teehee

[abyssalcriminal-archived]

● "You're more dumb than I thought if you really think there's a way out. You're never leaving, I've made sure of that. Escaping this place, escaping me? Impossible." 

@fiendishfinesse

Tw: Blood, torture, minor gore

Hooks dug into her flesh as she hung prostrate and bare before her tormentor, her captor. Blood oozing from lacerations across her body, each wound a gift from the man- the devil, before her.

Pain was a common bedfellow, Ibis knew it well.

But humiliation? Defeat? Those were far too bitter to swallow.

It was meant to be easy, getting out of this literal hell hole. The Chamber of Egress was right there! She was halfway through the portal to the material plane when she was dragged back.

The sneering face of Raphael there to greet her.

He didn't even have to lift a finger. His cambion entourage swarmed her. And though she didn't go down without a fight, it had been a futile effort.

And now here she was. Beaten, wings broken and torn beyond repair, blood collecting in a puddle beneath her.

She wished he'd just kill her. Send her back to the abyss so she could at least be free. She'd claw her way back out, again, and do better, think smarter. Not get caught by this rat bastard.

Her body screams in protest as she strains her neck to look up at Raphael.

With a hoarse breath, she spat at him. Her last act of defiance.

"...Eat shit and die."

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

🤍 Escaping Starters

TW: Yandere; Implied Kidnapping; Threatning (Violence; Noncon)

● "Go on, run. That's what you want to do, right? Then go ahead. Do it. I won't stop you. But just know that when I catch you, I'm gonna break both of your legs." 

● "You're more dumb than I thought if you really think there's a way out. You're never leaving, I've made sure of that. Escaping this place, escaping me? Impossible." 

● "Aw, you want some fresh air? Well, and I want to fuck you until your spine breaks. See, we both want things we can't have."

● "If I was you, I'd get away from that door. Right fucking now. Cause trust me, you don't want to see me angry." 

● "I'm not stupid. I know you want to leave, it's all over your face. But I'll be right behind you, if you do. You're not getting rid of me. Ever." 

● "Maybe I should give you some additional incentive to stay. Should I break your ankle? Or cut your foot off? Which one do you prefer?" 

● "You think I enjoy keeping you here, locked up and chained? Well.... yeah, I kinda do. That's why you're never catching sun again." 

● "You belong here, safed and protected from every danger. Tucked away from all the monsters out there. I'll protect you from everything, I promise." 

● "You think I didn't see them? The scratches on the door? Unfortunately for you, it's not gonna break. Had it custom made for you." 

[abyssalcriminal-archived]

"Heh!"

A haughty smirk graced her lips, puffing out her chest. "Of course people flock to my greatness, it's only natural!"

[abyssalcriminal-archived]

Stole this from fiendishfinesse! Love doing these types of things.

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@dvilsdesire

An excited giggle escaped her throat as her tail twitched behind her.

"Ohhh yes! It'll be so much more fun with your help!"

She leaned forwards, beckoning Haarlep to do the same as she spoke low, "Archivist says that the High Inquisitor will be visiting soon to audit the archives, whatever that means. So I thought it would be fun to rearrange it, maybe take some of the trinkets out for a test run? I've been eyeing those gauntlets of hill giant strength, they're just BEGGING to be used!"

Her eyes almost seemed to sparkle at the potential carnage she could wreak. All the walls she could break down, the more pain she could cause the debtors...!

And the best part would be the look on Raphael's face when he came home.

"But of course there must be something in it for you. I saw the Archivist add a new amulet to the collection, one called the Heart of Desire. Heard its supposed to make it impossible for people to resist your charm, would be absolutely DEADLY in your hands!"

Ibis seemed just as excited to see what chaos Haarlep would bring, tail waving back and forth like a cats as she beamed up at him, expectant.

"I just need you to distract the archivist, that'll give me the opening I need to grab the artifacts. What do you say? Are you in?"

[dvilsdesire]

Naturally. Everything was always ten times more enjoyable when Haarlep was there, so the incubus told themselves. As prideful as his master, and from the land of Cania, why wouldn't he be? A realm of envy and ambition, and so many devils that Haarlep would manipulate and fuck. They must truly miss his presence...

When Ibis leant in, Haarlep did the same thing, his ears prickling. Well, well, breaking into the Archives, as fun as it would be, would mean Raphael's little security alarm would go off. His house was armed with Hellfire, and it would cause utter chaos within the mansion. If the High Inquisitor was caught in the midst of a 'break in', the whole of Baator would hear about it! And his poor little pookie would be so very upset.

Naturally, Haarlep's tail flicked eagerly at the idea, his eyes creasing as he grinned.

He laid claim to the key of Raphael's safe, but they needn't open that to get any of those objects. The Archivist was easy enough to distract, especially no thanks to Haarlep. The tiefling did enjoy his time on the boudoir.

Haarlep laughed. "Darling, I don't need any trinket to captivate," he teased with a hot breath. "One look into my eyes and I have a thousand bodies to my catalogue." He pressed his hand to his chest proudly. "But I will help, of course. Anything to cause our dear devil to come rushing to his bed pet for comfort and... punishment." Also because Haarlep did have a taste for pretty jewels, even better if they were powerful.

"It will take little to distract the Archivist. He knows me well, and enjoys my taste. But do be careful, dear... Raphael's archives are armed to the teeth. The moment you play with his toys, the devil will know... Better you do it while the High Inquisitor is here. Can you imagine the utter shock on her disgusting face when she sees Raphael's lack of protocols?"

[abyssalcriminal-archived]

The sweetness of Haarleps breath drew her in closer before she could pull away, the natural allure of the incubus even as he spoke hard to ignore. Shaking her head a bit she backed away with a light flush to her cheeks. This was hardly her first run in with an incubus, but Haarlep had an intense power to his seduction, one Ibis found difficult to ignore.

"YES-ahem, I mean..." (a small cough to compose herself) "You definitely don't need help in the tempting department..."

Her ears pricked at the warning of traps and she scoffed. As if a few booby-traps could leave anything but a scratch on her resilient skin. Scales were a nice thing to have in the Hells.

"Aww, are you worried about little ol' me? How sweet! But I'm sure I can handle whatever Raph is packing. But I agree, we should wait for the High Inquisitor to arrive for the best results."

She could envision it now, the High Inquisitor's horrid face twisting in disgust at Raphael's lack of control. Raphael, face aghast with fury and embarrassment at the state of his abode.

It was a delicious thought.

"Heh! I'd love to see such a high ranking devil give Raphael an earful. Give him a taste of his own medicine."

Now the smart next step would be to come up with a plan...

...But Ibis was never really one for thinking things through.

"WELL, the High Inquisitor arrives tomorrow. You'll distract the archivist, while I break into the archives. Sounds easy enough!"

[fiendishfinesse]

(BECAUSE I FUCKED UP THE FIRST ONE LMAO, from @abyssalcriminal) [LEARN] //Raph educating Ibis in decorum and ettiquette mayhaps?

prompt from IDEAS FOR A DATE!

He stood before a mirror, adjusting his doublet. Behind him, reflected in glass, sat his newest. . .project. A cambion of demonic lineage, currently sprawled in a chair like a barbarian at a feast she hadn’t been invited to.

She’d been in Avernus for weeks now, and while Raphael had initially found her brashness amusing, a firecracker to toy with, it had quickly become apparent that she was utterly lacking in the social graces necessary to navigate his world. Or any world that didn’t involve splitting skulls and burning things.

That simply wouldn’t do.

“Tell me, how long do you intend to sit there like a drunken fool? It’s almost impressive how thoroughly you’ve managed to offend every principle of decorum in under five minutes.”

He turned to approach. One step at a time, infuriatingly slow.

“So. We’re going to fix that.” A smirk bloomed across his features. “Starting today, you will learn how to sit, how to speak, how to move like something apart from a tavern brawler. You will learn etiquette, refinement, poise, all those tedious little niceties that separate the civilized from the savage.” What good is a blunt instrument when it could be a finely honed blade?

He snapped his fingers. A ruler and a pile of books dropped onto her lap. Titles like The Art of Classy Conversation, Infernal Etiquette, and Posture: A Comprehensive Guide.

“We begin immediately. Up.” He struck her on the head with the ruler (Once and then twice, for good measure.)

[abyssalcriminal-archived]

@fiendishfinesse

More than a bit agitated, Ibis's nose scrunched in annoyance at Raphael's jabs at her posture. It was his fault she was bored out of her mind. He'd summoned her a bit ago, letting her stew in deafening silence while he preened himself in the mirror.

But perhaps he was at least half right. She WAS a fool, a fool for getting herself trapped in servitude to a devil of all things. She almost wish he'd just killed her at their first meeting - would've been less embarrassing.

A heavy sigh, "Listen, I don't do all that fancy-schmancy- OOF!"

Her words were halted as the heavy texts fell into her lap. She barely had time to process the books or his command to stand before she felt the swift strike to her head. It stunned her for a moment before the second strike followed.

"Ow OW OKAY, I'm up, I'm up!"

With a huff, she dragged her feet to stand, books in hand. Glancing down at the scrawl of the first tome, she became a bit apprehensive, a stray bead of sweat dripping down her forehead.

"So you just...want me to read these? E-easy."

Except the fact she couldn't READ.

She was raised to be a soldier, not a scholar! Her sire never deemed an education was important enough to be taught to his cambion spawn. Was a waste of resources.

But she wasn't about to let this asshole know that, he'd never let her live it down! Maybe if she just played it cool, he wouldn't notice her illiterate nature and she could bullshit her way out of this. Yeah, yeah that's gotta work.

Just be cool.

Plopping the stack of books on the floor, Ibis took the first text off the pile and opened it to a random page, doing her best to look focused.

[develop-your-oc]

What is your OC’s reaction to seeing snow?

[abyssalcriminal-archived]

The Love That Was Never Given Back

You loved them first. You loved them most. And when it came time for them to love you in return, they didn’t. Or couldn’t. Or just… didn’t bother to try. You gave your heart in its entirety, and now all that’s left is the echo of everything you didn’t receive. You learned the hard way that giving everything doesn’t guarantee anything. So you’ve started to hide it now—your affection, your sweetness, your hope. But sometimes late at night, it still leaks out in dreams and old texts you can’t delete. It wasn’t your fault they didn’t love you back. But it would be a tragedy if that made you forget how to love yourself.

[abyssalcriminal-archived]

@dvilsdesire

"Eh?"

Ibis made an indignant sound as ash fell in her face, coughing as she furiously rubbed the soot from her eyes.

"What in the hells? What are you on about you old bastard!? We didn't even do anything...recently."

She had heard that the material plane had strange rituals...but what significance a hanging plant held she hadn't a clue.

Though...given Raphaels little smile he held before it soured to a scowl, it seems like it meant something he was looking forward to, if only for a moment.

Ibis's lips cracked into a shit-eating grin.

"Oooohhh I see. You're disappointed it wasn't your beloved incubus you saw under this....plant. Tell me, would they have done something steamy to you? Sucked your dick, ate your ass, made sweet sweet love to you?"

A snicker left her lipes as she sneered up at Raphael, doing her damnest to rile him up.

"Seems this little tradition holds a place in your half mortal heart, despite all the bravado you use to try and hide it."

[dvilsdesire]

Old bastard? How dare she!? Raphael was not old! In devil years, he was actually rather young when you compared him to someone such as his father, Mephistopheles. But what would a infant such as Ibis know? What an uncouth little ignoramous.

As controlled as his house was (or he liked to think it was), Haarlep always managed to worm their way into trouble. Such was the nature of an incubus. A manipulative little shit, wrapped up in the prettiest of bows. A lure. The tasty worm that wriggled on a hook. But Raphael was still the master of this house, and he would have his rules followed.

Crass. No tact. No finesse. No poetry in those words. Ibis may as well be spewing curses from a tankard with the way she spoke. Sucking dick? Hells... no decorum whatsoever, even if at the end of the day lapping a silver tongue around a tasty member still equated to... sucking dick.

As if Raphael wasn't already scrunching his nose at the way she spoke, how his perfect, pretty image had been torn to the savagery of some unorthodox orgy. But then she had to mention something about him being half mortal? The audacity!

Raphael was no stranger to an explosive temper, much like his father, and he felt his claws curl into his palms, threatening to pierce the skin.

"You dare make such accusations?" he snapped, a snarl at his lips to show those pointed fangs of his. "I shall rip the very tongue from your throat and hang you from it in my dungeon." He stepped forward, eyes glowing furiously.

"You will know your manners when you are in my presence, imp. Or have you forgotten who you stand before? I am a duke of Avernus, son to Mephistopheles, no mere mortal. I demand respect."

[abyssalcriminal-archived]

If Ibis's grin could grow any more shit-eating it very well may have split her face in half.

Oh how she loved to see Raphael's calm facade fall away to his basal emotions. Wrath was such a fun thing to play with, especially when it came from this haughty little lordling.

It was funny how much he both loathed and revered his fiendish heritage. Cursing his father in one moment and using him as a reason he's great the next. Such a fickle creature.

Ibis herself was sired form a powerful demon lord, but that hardly meant anything in the Abyss. There was no status, no hierarchy, only who could destroy the other. She had to fight tooth and nail just to reach Avernus, and she doubted Raphael had to struggle near as much as she did. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Spoiled little princeling.

"See, that's the problem with you Raphael. Always demanding things, and never earning them."

Ibis took a step forward, her horns bumping against his with a clack in challenge.

"You want my respect, oh great Archduke? Show me you deserve it. Demons only bow to one thing, and that's power. You want me to bend the knee to you? Come and make me."

He'd better be creative this time, the hooks have long gotten boring.