I like Darksiders, so I made a blog about it! now it's gotten out of hand..... I don't really write for this fandom anymore, but wanted to leave the blog for memories
|| Death from the Mer!siders/Siren!siders AU asking reader where the rest of his captured people are. ||
I like to think that all of his brethren have vocal chords not developed for human language so it sounds eerie and grotesque when it comes from him. You can tell the emotions are strong when there's a distinct attempt at communication that is not in the reader's head.
I also had horror in mind when I was making this AU up. No fun and games, all scary and creepy and fearful.
If I'm feeling it, I might do a little drabble for this. I will also be posting a poll for what to call this AU. It's between Mer!siders and Siren!siders.
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Some stuff I’m cooking up for a fic I’m writing (not confident enough to post the chapters yet but alas they will come eventually, these are in order of the first three chapters)
Basically Ulthane’s first Human Parenting Experience
What would Samael do with his touch starved human?
Samael is already very touchy. Learning that his Reader was in need of that, he immediately stepped in to fill that role. There was rarely a moment he was apart from his little human companion. He took his time to trail his claws over their scalp to comb their hair. He relished rubbing their shoulders for a massage. He enjoyed lightly prodding their sensitive areas, causing them to bleat with laughter.
He loved all of it. He vowed to protect them from all dangers to preserve the little bit of light they brought to hell. As he sat caressing the length of their spine, he pondered their relationship. How the fragile human convinced the horsemen to let them stay, but he was grateful. Their company soothed him in a way that others never had.
A little physical touch was a small price to pay in exchange for good company. He at first thought the experience to be novel. As time stretched on and days turned into months, Samael found himself changed. It was subtle, and reserved for his human, but it was there. The softening around his sharp glare when he gazed at them, the grin that would split across his face when he was teasing, the way his darkened heart fluttered whenever they threw him a toothy smile, take your pick. He was infatuated. At least that's what he kept telling himself.
the issue with writing for yourself is that you will get sucked into rereading your own fic over and over and pretend it’s “editing,” but really you’re just reading because it’s exactly what you want to read. because you wrote it. for you.
Heyyyyu!!!! Love that you're open to Samael requests, I have one. How does Samael romance the human? How does he go about courting them? And if he's successful, how does he go about... Doing the deed??.... No pressure, I just really like Samael. Ever heard of @darkdemeter you would love their works.
Courting
Tw: first attempt at writing something smutty
Demons are big into gift giving, Samael is no exception. He puts a spin on it by decorating his lover in gold to match the trimming of his armor. It's ornate, given that it's jewelry. The gemstones inside match his humans' eyes, a compliment to them. The clothes he gives are equally ornate. Soft, silky robes, lacy undergarments, beautiful jewelry, the works.
Next is scent marking. He takes it slow, although it's not difficult to mark his scent on them by simply picking them up. But he loves touching them, so he often finds excuses to wrap his tail along their waist, a wing around their form to hide them from other demons prying eyes, to hold them close during quiet moments.
His large form more than allows enough strength to protect his little songbird. He makes it a lot to annihilate anyone who ignores his scent marking. His partner may want to take things slow, charmingly enough. However he knows a... Physical mark will send the message better. His teeth are sharp enough to maim his human partner, so he takes care to be gentle when leaving large hickeys on both sides in their neck during a heated makeout.
He has to get creative "doing the deed" given his large form. But he makes it work. He uses his forked tongue to go down on his partner, making them gasp for breath within minutes. It felt like two people were licking them at once. He makes sure to leave more hickeys on their thighs, coming back up to freshen the ones on their neck. Their dazed expression had him dripping. He wouldn't hurt them, but he's big by nature and doesn't like to take it slow. They'll leave the encounter bruised and scratched, but with legs like jelly and insides warm from orgasm.
Samael: You stand before one of your gods, little human. You should be on your knees.
Y/n: ... I've only ever been on my knees for one man, at the back of a nightclub during a New Year's Eve party. And let me tell you, he was willing to return the favour.
If we're still on Samael how about him trying to bed with human but they always politely decline. He tried everything but any hint on more is like fire that burns them. So he grew tired and in heated moment y/n says that they were raped. After that they avoid him out of embarrassment (for me it was my old sister, the sick fuck. I'm sorry if it's uncomfortable for you and ignore this ask if so)
Rejection
Warnings: previous rape mentioned, hurt/comfort
The first time, Reader had come from the bath smelling sweet and tempting. Their tiny human form was barely concealed by the bath towel they were wearing as they rushed to their chambers in his palace. They looked... Appetizing. It was a surprise at first, seeing them so vulnerable. He had only ever seen them dressed comfortably in his presence. While he appreciated that level of ease, he wanted more. He began devising a plan to tempt them into his arms and indulge in their sweetness. A deep well of desire was brewing in his gut. He knew the moment the thought popped into his mind of making them his that there was no going back now.
The second time, he had offered them several outfits that would leave them scantily clad and shining like a crown jewel. While they politely declined the soft silks and satins, he insisted on them wearing a necklace with the same gold that decorated his armor. It was fetching. Eye catching. A statement that marked them as his and his alone. No other demon would DARE court them now. And many had tried, fascinated by the soft little creature that found their way into the realm. He killed off the weaker demons and sent hoards of his lackeys to sabotage any of the other lords. Roving eyes were everywhere, his included. Samael at least had the decency to pretend he wasn't eyeing their form. They shrunk like a violet whenever they noticed him drinking in their form. In due time, he would make them his.
The third time, was a little less subtle. Samael has become more physical at this point. It wasn't noticeable at first, gently guiding them with his massive tail as the pair strolled through his castle. He was careful to protect them from the more hazardous areas. It was difficult for him to mark them with his scent. They moved around whenever he so much as grazed them. He assumed it was due to his size and sharp edges. But he was ever so careful with how he handled them. The golden necklace had made a visual statement, but it wasn't enough to keep the leeches he could call his peers from pushing their luck. Abraxis -the silver tongued bastard- had sent several courting gifts that the Reader would never see.
The fourth time, he ignored them as they squeaked in surprise.
Reader sat perched neatly by Samael's side, contently rambling on about something the demon lord couldn't be bothered to listen to. Something was stirring within him again. They were very expressive when they spoke. All of the arm flailing revealed skin he had yet to see. Their loose clothing covered them well, usually. He was getting sick of waiting. He leaned in close as if he was trying to get a better listen.
He took a deep huff of their neck, blatantly exhaling a breath one would take after smelling a rose. He paid no mind this time to how they went silent and nearly jumped out of their skin. His forked tongue was quick to dart out for a sample of their taste, eager to get down to business.
"Stop! What- what are you doing?!" They shrieked.
He pulled back in surprise, the taste of them lingering on his lips. "Seducing you, songbird, what else would I be doing?" He grinned devilishly. He leaned back in to continue.
Their watery eyes brought him pause. They were trembling head to toe, pupils reduced to pinpricks. He leaned back in his throne, giving them space to think and speak.
"What troubles you, little one?"
"I-I cant...!"
"Can't?" He pondered aloud.
"It's not just you, it's everyone who touches me..." They looked away. "I can't stand it."
He suspected he knew where this was going, but let them continue when they were ready.
"Someone close to me... A long time ago when I was little, molested and coerced me." Their tears began to fall, voice wavering. "I don't remember most of it, I just remember being terrified of living with that person afterwards."
"Oh little one..." Samael rasped, grief stricken for the younger version of his partner. Enraged at whomever it was that hurt them.
"I was just a kid!" They sobbed. "...just a kid..."
Samael hovered a wing around their weeping form, hiding them from the world. "Who hurt you?"
"I- I don't want to say." They nibbled their bottom lip. "It's not worth it to hurt them."
He huffed, his plan shot down before it took flight. "I still love you, songbird. No matter your wounds, I care about you."
They cried harder in response, finally leaning into his offered touch. "What if I'm never ready for... More?"
"I will still care for you, love. Eternally."
They leaned in harder, sniffling. "I like the sound of that."
Samael decided his human would be escorted wherever they went, not just through his castle, by him personally. If they were willing to touch him at all, he would take it gratefully. He always knew they were strong, but they shouldn't feel the need to only survive. He wanted them to live and love freely. He would give anything for his little songbird.
"(Hello! This is my first time doing something like this, so I hope I’m not messing up.)
Could we please get either a Drabble or headcanons about Darksiders 3 ending, where Fury has a kind SO companion with her through the game, and Envy puts them to sleep and Kidnaps them when she reveals herself because she wants to take them as her consort.
I’m thinking this would be following Fury dealing with the emotions of the betrayal, having her SO stolen right in front of her face, and then showing up at the fight and being so angry with how Envy is being touchy with the still unconscious SO. Bonus if the SO is wearing wedding clothes different from their usual battle outfit and Fury having to realize that Envy stripped and redressed them while they were unconscious."
I got this ask a very long time ago, time to finally answer!
Fury left you behind, believing that Reader would be safe with the other humans at the Makers Tree. She thought the sanctuary would provide adequate protection. She thought the Makers could handle one more little human in their tree.
She was wrong.
They snuck off after her, intent on helping Fury against her next adversary. Her battle with Pride wore Fury down more than they had ever seen her before. But you know what we say about good intentions leading to hell.
Fury stood before Envy, enraged, but measured. She eyed the gilded cage Reader was held in, looking at her meekly . They were wearing equally gilded clothes, gold adorning their form top to bottom, doing nothing to help hide their scantily clothed form. The robes they were apparently "gifted" from Envy. Fury doubts they would wear such a thing willingly. What really set her off was the ornate gold collar perched right on their neck. It shimmered with green gemstones, to mark that they belonged to Envy.
How wrong the Sin was.
"I almost didn't think you would show, Horseman." Envy chided, spitting her last word with vitriol. "But I had to guarantee that you would arrive. Your adorable little human pet looks lovely in gold, does it not?"
Fury was never going to stand idly by her loved one, her partner, was treated like an ornament to get under her skin. Readying her whip for her biggest fight so far, she snarled, "I will be removing every vile finger you laid upon them."
Envy laughed uproariously, "Oh little horseman, the Earth will be mine "
"Yield or die, Envy!"
"KILL THE SIN FURY, WE COMMAND IT!" Roared the fiery stone overlords.
And so the battle begun. Blow after carefully placed blow Fury swung at Envy, avoiding Readers cage that the sin insisted on using like a shield. But Fury's whip was well placed, ending Envy with one final satisfying blow, impaling her with her trusty whip.
After defeating the Charred Council and getting her lover to safety, far away from the crumbling chambers, she held them close. Now in their normal clothes, they recanted how they were kidnapped.
They had been ambushed following Fury towards her confrontation. When they woke up again, they were in the cage, wearing strange clothes, dangling at Envy's side like a trinket. Fury's rage has no target anymore, the council and envy were no more. For now, she would content herself with holding her human close. Safe, for now.
“i can fix him” “i can make him him worse” well i can take all of the pain from his soul, and in the passion factory of my heart, transform it into functional joy
