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@archangelblizzard
❆~ One could feel the place beginning to get chilly, and small trickles of frost had begun to grow on the sides of a few trees...This could only mean one thing: A certain Arch-Angel had returned from a two-month long reprieve, coming to bring the freeze and havoc. Yes, Sherbet had returned, a large and sadistic grin on his face, and a rather sweet giggle from his mouth.
~”Guess whooo~!"
+5 people came to the garden!
archangelblizzard
r-xwberry
daimajx
caeruleam
liepsnos
- It was strange to find someone else in the garden. Yosafire goes everyday but usually doesn’t find anybody else than her being there alone or sometimes with Froze. Is not like she minded though, this garden wasn’t hers after all.
The young demon turned to greet those people, but her eyes widen, finding some of them familiar. Rawberry was there, a man who looked too much like Froze was there too, and… Ahhh! And Pervy Mc.Shades was there as well! Damn…!
"Ah…eh…Hi…?"
❆~ At being addressed, Sherbet had to take a look, the one addressing him...looking WAY too much like Yosaflame, from hair color, to color of clothing, to glasses...even to her own demonic traits. If the Archangel were a bit more observant, he'd know this wasn't Yosaflame at all, but...alas, he wasn't caring to be as such at this very moment.
~”Fla~mey~? Is that you~? It's been For~ever~!”~
❆~ Cue a very bored Archangel who was doing a lot of work. Worrk being KILLING but we aren't talking about that. Right now, he was just...picking out a few feathers that got loose in his wings. At least watching others was helping a little with his boredom.
~”Where's Flamey~?”~
A sigh was heard as she was about to let go of him until… she heard the mispronunciation.
Staring, it seems like she’s staring at him intensely. No, wait—she’s glaring at him. Glaring at him so hard that she might even want to kill him right here on the spot.
“You…little…shit.”
❆~He started shaking a tad, worried that she'd kill him on the very spot he stood.
~”W-wait! Rigatona please! I'm so screwed. ”~
Cue a very terrified angel wh doesn't want to die at that moment.
If he dared to do a single thing out of line, she’d have no problem kicking his… what was it? Pride and joy.
“What?”
❆~Sherbet was probably going to regret ever saying what he'd say in the next few seconds.
~”To be honest, I never expected you to go through with it, Rigatoni~!”~
He goofed so hard on her name and didn't realize it. He's done for.
Sigh, you’re becoming full of yourself already— that’s not a good sign.
“Come here, I’ll do it now.”
❆~And so, he did as she said, walking up to her...and worrying a tad about his fate.
~”O-oh~!”~
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~"I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU S U F F E R FOR THAT YOU LITTLE---"~ [Excuse him he's mad as hell and still kinda traumatized]
"….AAAAAAGH!" Dull quickly fell over, faking his death once again
❆~"THAT'S NOT GOING TO WORK ON ME AGAIN, DAMN YOU."
Sherbet wasn't right int he head at this very moment...he was psychotic, on the verge of freezing the whole damn place where they were.
He would aim a fist that was covered in ice in all shapes and sizes at Dull, though having to move a tad slower due to the fact that his hand was covered in icy-death, and that he was not calm in mind.
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❆~Night Four, and Sherbet was a tad shaky on things, the camera being checked several times, along with the doors…and a hissing breath every time something went on in the kitchen. He was slowly starting to hate the game and whoever made it, because not only did he have to worry about the duck, the fox, and the rabbit, he had to worry about the one called Freddy. Yes, the bear. The others were out, but that bear…it wouldn’t come if the power stays, right? Sherbet was musing things about, getting almost paranoid as he kept checking the doors and camera, hoping NOTHING WOULD COME—- Well shit, Foxy’s coming.
~”STOP RIGHT THERE.”~
He shut the doors, poked the lights once in a bit and after much relief of finding no animatronic, opened the door again which he hurriedly closed when he had the feeling another was nearby…after about several painstaking, paranoia filled, nearly heart attack inducing hours, that damn theme played like a choir and Sherbet had to keep from screaming yes and throwing the mouse against the wall. He hated this game more than ever, but there was still more to do…
He had finished Night 4. He nearly had a heart attack about five times, get scared quite a bit and was needing to calm down quickly before the next night.
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❆~The final(?) Night, and one that game him bit more relief because IT WAS GOING TO BE OVER….or so he thought. There was a lot of Sherbet screaming, his wings becoming a ruffled mess, and a lot of cursing after the time was done. He hated every aspect of this game and he was showing it in every fiber of his being. This game needed t go to hell, and he would be the one to send it there. I wonder if Flamey sent this as a way to get me off his back….the meanie. He was on the route of blaming people.
~”I’M GOING TO BEAT THIS THING, YOU LITTLE—-oooooh. It’s…done. FINALLY.”~
His relief was short lived, because there was the option of a 6th night on the main menu that he got to after the credits and finalities were done. He took it like a man, and dove right in, spending time leaving NOTHING unturned. Those animatronic bastards weren’t going to scare him! Yeah right, he had to steel himself for himself to even keep playing!
After the grueling hours in the game, he wondered if it would finally be over, glaring at the screen with the flush to his face, and wings so ruffled that they would need someone to calm him down to get back to normal. This game was now becoming his BANE, and he was sure that someone sent it to get him to hate his demonic obsession.
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❆~Completing Nights 5-6 and his nerves becoming frayed, he saw….Night Seven. Why not do it, just get it over with already! This game is horrible and mean! He went on and found that he could change the levels of the critters, being an asshole and putting all of them to 20. Seemed fun, right?
Within minutes of even starting, lots of noise occurred, including half the castle being frozen and in icy hell while what he played on was now a mess of wires and plastic, the angel still CRUSHING IT WITH SLABS OF ICE THAT SLAMMED ON IT. He was DONE. He was NO LONGER TAKING IT. While he did this, he was shrieking loudly, almost enough to awaken the most sound of sleeper.
~”I’M DONE, NO, WHY WOULD SOMEONE GIVE THAT POWER. I HATE YOU I HATE THIS IWANTITGONE!” ~
At this point, he was going to possibly need to find whoever game him this so he can make them S U F F E R.
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❆~Sherbet continued the game, having gotten through the first night just fine, but…this was another night. The second night, and he had gone through the flow of things…but he found himself being a tad more jumpy, making sure to even poke at the doors now and then. Maybe…maybe this game was a bit much at times. 50% battery at…oh. I don’t think I might make it, will I. He thought about it before he lightened up a tad on checking the doors and camera constantly. Night two was a bit harder than Night one, after all.
~”…I smell a weird duck thing trying to get my icecream. Stop messing with the kitchen.”~
As he used more battery power and kept checking, that…silly jingle came on after jumps, times of self doubt and a possible need to calm down. Right now, he was happy the jingle played, because any more of that nonsense of Chica being in the kitchen and Bonnie being an idiot int he closet… and he’d end up just quitting.
He had finished Night 2. A bit of a harder part, with a bit of a start in why people were kinda scared of it.
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❆~The third night had begun, and he was told that…a Fox one was supposed to some out. O h. This was a bit bad since the fox was out. The angel DID remember that he was told that the fox moved more if he didn’t stare at the camera…but looking at the cameras a lot drained battery. This was a conundrum. Not somethign Sherbet liked too much. Of course, his ears were picking up the sound of something in the damned kitchen again.
~”If I were actually there, I’d just freeze the place! Stop messing wiht my icecream, you silly duck!”~
Now he had to pay attention to the doors, the kitchen, AND to the fox along with the battery power in game. This was BAD. There would be about three in-game hours of Sherbet panicking silently, more questions of if he’d make it or not, and the relief when that jingle come on. Oh man, was that jingle pure relief for him, he kept his hands away from the game, and just let it play. Pure, unadulterated relief.
, and Night 3, having gotten through a small taste of hell. He was hoping there would be no more of this…though a small bit of him wanted more.
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❆~He wondered why people were so scared over this...Five Nights at Freddy's thing. It didn't seem so scary when he started. Sherbet was someone who was a tad bored of the game...before seeing one of the odd things just..POP UP by the door. That made him jump before he started cackling.
~"Awww, ....oh. That one looks creepy. Why are humans so scared of this game?"~
He asked it before the night in the game was over, and a silly tune played. Honestly, at the final part of that, he didn't bother touching anything that moved the camera. The little jingle was a bit odd, but he didn't mind...nor did he notice the set of eyes in the camera's left-most peripheral.
He had finished Night 1, having gotten through the easier part of the game.
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If you don’t know what that is watch this. {warning! It is a very scary/jump scare happy horror game.}
Archangelblizzard entered the caslte
"No I haven’t~ Sadly I have to tell you that he’s probably not around here. My castle is between existence and nonexistence, wich means you’re proably asleep." Hottie? Okay…Bern will not be pleased about this… "Do you want some tea and snacks while you’re here?"
{ ❆ } "I'm asleep?...Why am I caught in this place then, instead of dreaming about my ever so hot love with Flamey?" The angel more visibly pouted, as he'd rather want that dream. Well, regardless, if this little girl is true with her words. Not like I'd be able to do much!~ "Can some of those snacks be some ice-cream?~ Oho, what about frozen yogurt?" Almost immediately, his pout vanished into an almost excited grin.
Archangelblizzard entered the caslte
"What a boring day! At least I can enjoy my sweets…" Lambda said as she wrapped a candy out of the candywrappper and poped it into her mouth. "Hmm? A guest? Welcome, I didn’t expect to have guests at this late hour! My name is Lambdadelta, the witch of certainty and the strongest witch in the multiverse. I am your host and I hope you enjoy your stay~"
{ ❆ } The blonde angel stretched out his ivory appendages; smirking ever so coldly, with icy-azure irises gazing around curiously. "Aw, thank you for such a kind greeting!~" Out of his pale visage came a slight friendly giggle. "So where am I? Have you seen my dreamy hottie? I've been looking for him for so long..." A slight pout encroached on his visage.
(( Sherbet's writing muse kinda just...burnt out for a bit, and my drawing muse is coming in. Haha, ironic, huh? Well, I'm gonna be doodling a bit to try and get in a less than shitty mood. Listening to music fit for a madman kinda helps. ))
//Would you please reblog or like this if you're a 'The Gray Garden' or 'Ice Scream' blog? I would love to follow your blogs and RP with you~
How "big" are you? While we're on the subject, how horny can you possibly get?
((Under a cut because Sherb is lewd as fuck!))
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A number of hickeys were already strewn across Lionell’s neck, but the more aggressive kisses left bruises across his neck that resembled plums. When his pulse point was nipped, he let out a loud moan of pleasure…
He felt the angel’s cold hand on his head and instantly leaned into it. The heat was unbearable and it was like a sanctuary to him, but that doesn’t mean he was going to lose his hand…
Without warning, Lionell brought their bodies as close together as he could before rubbing their crotches together in a slow, steady motion…
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❆~In the sudden pulling that Lionell did, the angel felt himself heat up to a point where one could imagine steam coming off him, the loud moans that the other male was emitting causing his wings to flutter softly. The feeling was getting to him, the hand that held Lionell's head soon moving and grabbing some of the male's hair...not roughly, but out of reaction. Oh...you're going that way, huh? Ooooh... Sherbet mused over what was going on, and he liked it.
The icy cold angel soon turned a bit devious, kissing gently along the jawline, then to the cheek before hitting the lips. He did this while trying to contain lewd moans that threatened to come forth from the both of them rubbing groins... In doing it, he almost bit his own tongue.
~”Well then~ This is getting interesting~!”
