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[funereasque]

Drago knew that his presence wasn’t wanted here as Giselle instinctively moved to be more in Drago’s way to do any arm to the babe within his den. Golden hues shifted from his son to his pet, deciding to not make a nasty little comment. Drago also makes note that Giselle struggles to hold back the fear she knew that the male could taste within the air. How she gripped her dress ‘til skin whitened gave the Captain the desire to laugh and toss out abusive words, but he doesn’t. For the sake of his son, he doesn’t. “Mm.” The crow chuffed as feathers hidden within his hair fluffed as the baby managed to start suckling and gumming at a rough digit of his. Suddenly, Drago had pulled himself away from the pair, turning around where he sat as large wings made themselves known and moved forward to act as a protective safe place for the elder. “I am sorry, Oriella.” He mused quietly. And no, he wasn’t having one of his episodes. Drago, in this moment, is well grounded and sane. Feathers ruffled as Giselle’s master looked over his shoulder. “He won’t have to worry about a damn thing soon. I’ll make a safe place. For you. For him. For my daughter…”

A lowly growl rumbles within his chest as he decides to bit down upon the finger Alexander had within his mouth. Dark ichor is drawn and is given for Alexander to feed once the male turned back around. This is Drago’s true acceptance.

[amorfisia]

Could one blame her? Drago's mood swings were unpredictable. One day, she could go peacefully and then find herself in the eye of the storm. Reddish eyes watched their interaction, a part of her was filled with concern and worry but when Dragon pulled his finger away, Giselle blinked as the babe wiggled his arms around, somewhat fussing. Glancing over her shoulders, the pet wondered if he was in a good mood, a soft thrilling sort of melody was given to settle the babe. ❝ There, there. ❞ The ruffling of wings caused furred ears to flicker a bit. Her name was spoken. Not her own name but Oriella. Was it petty for Drago? No. Somehow, she realizes no one really stayed around the Captain during his good and bad times. Some minds call the coati deranged as the crow but a deep breath is taken, and Giselle relaxes suddenly. All the fear dissipates. She promised, after all, she would stay. ❝ It's alright, dear. I'm sorry for being so tense, you startled me. ❞ Giselle knew it was her maternal instincts kicking that also made her on high alert. His words rang within her ears. Curious piqued but she opted not to pry too much, finding his words rather touch. The so-called feelings for the unwell captain seem to bubble forth. A sincere change? What sparkled it? ❝ Really? ❞ she said with a strange sound. Happiness? Relief. ❝ Then I will make sure the safe place you create is filled with comfort and warmth. I will make sure the hearth is taken care of, ❞ Giselle said. Not foolishly. Rather any naive demeanor had been melted away. In time, Nadir seemed to take her under her wing despite what Drago said. Rather, she saw some sort of importance in the nymph to Drago. Not wanting another mishap, the other trained her. It was difficult at first with everything else; however, she seemed to prevail. She followed the Queen about as her lady-in-waiting learned many things. To be lady-like and elegant, respectful and poise. Sometimes her old behavior relapses but something seems to sparkle within her. ❝ Whatever guidance or instructions you have to help achieve, please let me know. I wish to cause trouble or woes, dearest. Or be in the way. ❞ But the low growl hits her ears, causing her eyes to widen. She makes note of the ichor exchanged which Alexander happily feeds from. A feisty feeder he is. Giselle nearly has the wind walked out of her. Did he? Restrained as Nadir told her.

[amorfisia]

daedeye​:

            Drago could hear the girl’s voice: somewhat muted through thick wooden doors. Black nails lightly tapped upon the door before hand pressed against said wood. The crow’s head cants while feathers hidden within salt and peppered locks threatened to crown over current mixed emotions.       With a sigh the Captain’s other hand rests upon the cold door knob, giving it a twist as the heavy, wooden door is pushed open slowly. The moment Drago stepped into his rightfully earned wing, golden eyes to settle upon the woman looming over their son within her nest.       It was odd to see his pet look happy. Disturbing really. To see a smile upon her face that isn’t forced by pure order to play pretend around others. Such a thing made the crow rattle lowly as he made his way over to the pair.       “You know he cannot understand a fucking thing that’s coming out of your mouth right?” He said, making himself comfortable beside the nymph. Drago did wince, making note of himself for his harshly spoken muse.       A rough hand moved forward and down towards his son, extending a finger out to lightly brush against Alexander’s soft, warm cheek before seeing if the cub would try to latch onto said finger that caressed his cheek.

      “This is mine?”

                    A presence was sensed; however, the nymph pressed forward as Alexander was her focus. The infant wiggled and wormed, his head and eyes focusing on his mother. He recognized her voice which kept him focus until another voice echoed. 

            It’s the cruelty she’s familiar with. A sigh escaped her lips, the smile falls as easily. Her red-colored eyes focused on the child briefly, watching Alexander squirm a bit. She knew well he recognized the voice which perhaps cause excitement. As Drago became comfortable beside her,  ❝ I know but it’s an expression of love and comfort to him, ❞ Giselle said, no longer in her meek, quiet tone.

           Alexander felt the finger which caused him to squirm before turning his head slight as he automatically tried to latch on. 

            Giselle watched with the smile returning before Drago said those words against. She remembers those chilling words. Memories came to the time, she fought him and argued with him about those words. She remembers failing, Lithe digits gripping her dress tightly as her knuckles turn white, scared not for herself but Alexander.  ❝ Yes, it was only us who made him. He is yours. ❞ The nymph was vague as possible. She took a deep breath, smiling at Alexander who managed to get the finger within his mouth, trying to chew upon the Captain’s finger. 

[amorfisia]

daedeye​:

            Drago has had two children since Rose’s eternal slumber. One, he has no idea where she is and the other is within arms reach. However, Drago has found himself a slight distaste for the thing he craved to have from his dear little pet, Giselle.       Fatherhood is just something he has been quite out of touch with. He isn’t really supposed to have children, but he can bend his own rules if he wants to or not.       Now, the question is: can he rip the little Alexander from his mother’s arms and kick her back to her rightful owner. There is that chance Giselle will simply refuse and stay at the crow’s side. After all, he conditioned the girl well. It would only make sense.       Instead of pacing up and down the hallway, he should just walk in and finally see his little one.       Just open the door and walk in. Simple as that.

                    Since the beginning of her pregnancy, Giselle had been filled with anxiety over the whole ordeal. She started hating everything about it towards the end when the gender of the child was still unknown to her. How she begged to Lucifer, that her child be a boy rather then a girl. A girl would mean being subjugated to the order of demon society.  Giselle feared for her child’s life; however, her prayers were answered in the end. And when she looked upon his face, any doubt and anxiety melted away. She was content

           After a long, exhausting pregnancy and delivery, she had given birth to a healthy baby boy. How everyone praised her; however, the Duchess could see through a lot of their face. Since her time with Drago, being his pet, she learned how to read faces and expressions. But her focus simply wasn’t on them right now. Her son, Alexander, had been born. How he changed her.

           She spoke with a confidence and knowledge that didn’t seem befitting for a former maid. But the young Duchess had been keep deep within her studies, making sure not to lose her focus. She doted, loved and adored her son. Learning everything about him from his facial expressions to noises he made when he was fussy, in need of attention or hungry. 

           Giselle loved him even if he exhausted her. In some time, she hadn’t seen Drago which was another concern but she pushed it aside. Dressed as a woman of her newly appointed stature should with long hair pinned up,  ❝ Oh, you naughty little duke. Have you been awake all this time? ❞ she said in a happier voice with her tail sway.  ❝ You’ve been so eager since I tell you about your father. ❞ A difficult decision but Giselle tried to make sure to tell Alexander about his father as much as possible. 

[amorfisia]

Welcome to the world: Alexander “Nizar” Sinetta, born on 8/27/2021 to Giselle Summerfield and Drago Sinetta ( @daedeye ).

[songofancients-deactivated20211]

He’s got a nice face.

Please don’t save these for rp icons or edits without my permission. These are my scans from the volumes I purchased. 

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BLACKPINK | ’Kill This Love’ M/V MAKING FILM | Lalisa

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Moonshot Thailand 2018 ♡

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Blackpink | Welcoming Collection 2020 Photoshoot

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Blackpink | Brawl Stars Game Commercial | Lisa

[lisa-manoban]

Dreams do come true

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COUNTDOWN TO LISA’S BIRTHDAY: DAY 6 ♡ ↳ LISA’s outfit at airport

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Happy Birthday Lisa #TheLalisaDay#OurGemLalisaDay

[amorfisia]

the collective (part 1).

THE COLLECTIVE are a group of demons that serve the newly-appointed Archduchess Giselle Summerfield that serve as her own personal squadron of maids. 

There are twelve demonesses in the Collective with one who pulls the reigns. 

Not much is known about the women of this group; however, for as long as any demon could remember they have been together. They constantly revered themselves as ‘we’ or ‘us’ despite each member have unique appearance, their own distinctive personality and names.

Rumored is this demons are exhibit nest-like behavior and somehow connected to each other in another way; however, many have noted that the line-up of demonesses has change over the years.

Upon Giselle’s appointment, she was greeted by the Collective explaining they come to serve the new duchess and her unborn child. When she questioned who given them to her, the head maid of the group explained that because their previous royal is gone. They are connected and serve whoever holds her title, only taking orders from her and her son.

Giselle simply does not trust them because of their unclear reasoning has questions Mammon and Belial, since all of this happened upon the latter’s awakening, 

They prevent Giselle from returning to her life as a maid; free up her plate to focus on her pregnancy, her duties as a duchesses, dealing with her masters and more importantly, herself. 

[amorfisia]

daedeye​:

            Hearing news about her checkup today had caused the older demon to smile softly with a chuff that escapes past his lips. A hand moves to smooth against her. His gentleness is always such a sweet treat and a good reward for doing what she was told to.       “Good. I’ll be coming to the next one.” Even though he knows Giselle isn’t dumb enough to lie about what he already knows, but he’ll feel better about a lot of things if he comes to the next appointment. One can’t blame the captain for it due to past history still well thought of here and there.

        “We’ll go to bed here in a little while. Daddy is feeling tired and I can imagine you’d like to curl up in your nest.”

                    Her hand resting upon her belly, knowing in a month it would start to show. This pregnancy felt different from the first, the child within her womb was pushing her well beyond her limits, testing her. Giselle took the uttermost care to be responsible mother. As his hand smoothed against her, she purred softly and quietly as her eyes closed tight in response. 

          “I would like that a lot, Daddy.” There would be no lies. She knew she was in the part of her pregnancy where miscarriages could happen. “The doctor told me no stress.” Bed sound promising as she leaned back and close her eyes. “Yes, today been exhausting.”