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[demonyica]

MOVING SOON

so I've been trying to do some work on this blog to gain motivation but things seem too messy to me to figure out who to go about it so I'm going to start out fresh. the blog isn't done yet but once it is I'm going to be over there so here's a few things:

assuming you'll want to still be mutuals once the move is complete, current threads will be continued

not all current muses will be transferred, I sorted some of them out and added two new ones. there's a few I'm not sure whether to keep or not so for the time being I'll probably make them "on request only", I'll further explain what this means on the new blog

new blog will be 18+ only; I plan to focus a little more on the darker side of some muses and would feel uncomfortable with minors around

and lastly: if you would like to keep following me LIKE THIS POST AND I WILL FOLLOW YOU ONCE THE BLOG IS COMPLETE (though I won't promise I'll follow everyone as I'll be a bit more selective than before in attempts to keep my dash to people I actually interact with.)

big thanks to everyone who's been patient with me and my random disappearance the past weeks! I'll try my best to work on my activity after the remake

[demonyica]

little hiatus????

I SWEAR I'M NOT DEAD,,,,, I just need some time to regain my motivation to write, I guess? I keep staring at my drafts and I know what to write in my head but I can't??? Write it down??? I'm gonna lowkey put this blog on a little hiatus until this writers block has been killed off,,,, in the meantime find me on twitter (@ kowareon) where I scream about granblue fantasy or add me on discord (Leonhard#2021) if you wanna chat!

[demonyica]

so I started a little side project over @nephteria  I don’t have much writing energy recently but I couldn’t get this story idea out of my head for the past couple of days, so I made a sideblog to have a place where I can put all the relevant info for said story/universe but I am also very willing to roleplay any of the characters that are present on that blog, so if you’re interested FEEL FREE TO FOLLOW AND WE CAN PLOT SOMETHING

[demonyica]

█ stranger » wholehcartedly‌

Perhaps such words ought to inspire some kind of nerves in her - he had just admitted, after all, to having the capacity to hurt anyone whom he deemed deserving of it. Whether it was just her general good mood or the alcohol talking it was unclear, but it seemed to her like some kind of funny, tongue-in-cheek joke; her reflex being to laugh in an airy, carefree manner.

❝ Oooh, how mysterious - I like it. Fancy walking me home? You could give all the creeps a run for their money. ❞

At least now, despite being barefoot, she was well and truly ready for a walk home. It’d be wiser to get a cab, but honestly, this seemed like the kind of night to make a fairly bad decision. She glanced at her favourite heels in hand for a moment and hummed, as if to both agree and disagree.

❝ Yeah, a little - it’s seriously worth it though. Haven’t you ever worn any? You totally look like you could pull them off if you really wanted to. ❞

Not that Luna had been trying to be intimidating but he was perhaps a little disappointed this woman didn’t seem to be scared of him at least a tiny bit. Then again, from his experience it wasn’t uncommon for people to make reckless decisions under influence of alcohol. Or maybe she was always like this, he couldn’t say, considering he didn’t know her.

“Beg pardon?” A brow was arched in response to her question, an amused smile sneaking its way to his lips. Admittedly this woman was something else. Intriguing. “Sure, I guess I can do that.” There was a shrug, mismatched eyes looking the stranger over once more. Luna wasn’t sure what to think about this entire situation, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to go along with it.

At her second suggestion, Luna freezes for a second, dumbfounded. Him, wearing heels? It wasn’t something he ever considered before. Why would he have? Was it because he appeared more feminine that some other men? Sounded like a plausible answer. “I’m glad you think so, but I don’t exactly see how I could pull that off. On another note, though... are you sure you want to walk back home without any shoes on? Could be painful if you step into anything.”

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[demonyica]

█ kai » anukai‌

       “For a human maybe.” Anukai scoffed at the thought, and he stared at the mark on his forearm only to have it suddenly run through a series of colors, a true rainbow really, as he silently tried to manipulate it. Now that was truly annoying, but the other speaking once more took precedence in rank of irritating. Why did his soulmate have to be named after an archangel? He couldn’t have gotten paired with someone who had a normal name at least? Fuck. “Whatever. I’m going home. Don’t fucking follow me.” And with that, he’d poof out of view – but poor Michael had the unfortunate chance of being dragged along to the angel’s house by fate.

Michael watched in amazed silence as the mark on his soulmate’s arm changed colour like it wasn’t just a mark on someone’s skin but some kind of flashy LED-lamp. Whatever this guy was trying to accomplish there didn’t seem to go according to his plan, so Michael assumed they just had to deal with being stuck together. God, how annoying. “Wouldn’t dream of doing that.”

Ready to walk off and be on his way, Michael turned around, closing his eyes for only a few seconds as he let out a big sigh. A mistake, as he would soon discover. When he reopened his eyes, he froze mid step, breath hitching in his throat. Alright. This was NOT the place he’d been in just a second ago. “What the actual fuck!?”

[demonyica]

█ zen » anxdic‌

Zen couldn’t help but stifle a small laugh at being told the kitchen would catch fire if it was used for what it was for. Well, he couldn’t say he hadn’t done the same on an occasion or two. After all, his cooking was more by trial and error than being formally taught; at least till he found the magic of cook books.

He listened carefully as Solis spoke. So, he wasn’t exactly alone, he presumably has a place to live, but wait a minute, a master? That was something he didn’t hear very often, at least not nowadays. This piqued his interest more than he cared to admit.

”Perhaps one of you should learn one of these days, just takes practice, but I’m happy you enjoyed it,” he started lightly, but that word was still nagging at him, so he asked, “you have a master?”

Honestly he couldn’t blame Zen for laughing at the information Solis had just shared with him. It was a funny imagine, everyone would agree to that - probably. With a joyful hum, the blond finished the sandwich he’d been given by this kind man and turned to face Zen with a big grin on his face. The idea was generally not bad, but he doubted any of them were up for it.

“I do, he’s amazing!” As he asked about his master, Solis completely forgot to respond to the suggestion of someone learning to cook, already shifted into ‘fanboy’ mode. “I mean, he’s also really bad at doing his paperwork so I usually do it for him, but that’s alright because it makes me feel useful. He’s really kind and even though he can’t cook for life, he often orders takeaway for me and my brother.”

[demonyica]

█ handsome » anukai‌

       “You don’t have to sound so disappointed about it.” Aneko snickered, getting the bartender’s attention to have him add a shot of liquor to his soda. Only an hour left - so little wasn’t going to even be felt by him anyways. “You really want to know?” A smirk pulled his lips, and the raven slowly stirred his drink before sipping from it with a little hum. “You look exactly like the type of person who just wants to find someone and let them fuck you into the mattress until you can hardly move the next day. You might even be getting paid for it. But I’ve never even been able to move during sex, and I’ve definitely never put in enough effort to do the fucking.”

There’s a sigh, disappointed and purposely over-dramatic. This guy appeared to have a skill for figuring people out, huh. Well, not that Michael was trying to hide how much of a bottom he was, really. He came to the conclusion that it was easier to find work if he acted all natural, not hiding that he was one hell of a bottom. “That does sound like we’re not exactly compatible. Haaah, that’s so unfortunate really, you’re quite attractive.” Finally, he empties his drink only to promptly order a new one right away. Might as well get a little intoxicated if he’s not going to find himself a man tonight anyway, right? “You better believe I’m getting paid for it. I mean, not always but 98% of the time.”

[demonyica]

█ lacie » obscuritcs‌

          A name that did not carry any flame of familiarity with it. She would remember his name….for now. Usually when she’d stray away from the Baskerville estate to wander through the busy streets of Sablier she would often erase the agonizing boredom by picking upon strangers and treat them as her little pets. First striking up random conversations with them (she was quite good at small-talk if she had to say for herself) and then she would pay close attention to them to find out whether they were interesting enough to keep her entertained. If so, then what followed next was her toying with them, manipulating their emotions and pretend as if she desired to become their friend.

               In almost any cases this never lasted. Lacie would be gone before they had noticed, leaving them behind, forgetting them the moment she stepped back in her tower. In truth behind almost every action of hers that might seem genuine lied an ill intent. It was merely a way for her to kill time, to pass the slow days and to find some merit in her short life.

          “A pleasure to meet you, Solis~” She supposed it was her turn to introduce herself. “My name is Lacie Baskerville.” She told him without hesitation. She was as carefree, relaxed and free-spirited as ever. Like there was no care in the world. She already had been through the worst so hardly anything could really be the source of amazement to her. “You should consider yourself lucky to have found me. Rarely do you get to encounter other humans here, let alone the question if they are friendly. How exactly did you get lost?”

Lacie Baskerville. Not a name Solis remembered hearing before, but he wasn’t very acquainted with people outside of his home in general. There was, he assumed, a slight chance his master knew who she was but as for him, he had been blissfully unaware of the young lady’s existence up until this very day. In all honesty though, he wasn’t sure whether that was a good or a bad thing, considering the way she acted and talked. It unsettled him a little.

“Y-Yeah, I suppose you’re right. I was really relieved when I saw you.” Even though she could be far from kind and friendly for all he knew, but it was the only choice he had at the moment and therefore had no other option than to give her the benefit of the doubt. He could only hope she would actually help him get out of here. “I’m... not entirely sure. I suppose I zoned out and wasn’t watching where I was going and ended up lost. Do you know how to get out of here? Or... if there’s anywhere I could stay until morning?”

[demonyica]

█ some vampire » anukai‌

       Ha. Another time, perhaps, and Kanta would have chuckled. But in this moment, the professor could hardly keep his calm - albeit a bit sulky - expression as thirst made its presence known once more, and even his eyes began to reflect his silent suffering with brilliant, orange pigment spilling into ashen grey. “Do you want me to use your wrist or your neck?” He spoke softly, and he looked over Luna cautiously. It couldn’t be normal for a human, at least the average one, to just.. accept that someone was asking for their blood. There was no way this man didn’t know more about vampires than the vampire himself, and he found himself idling wondering if it’d be too much to ask for a meal and a lesson in one day.

Luna watched the other intently, mismatched eyes not once leaving the man’s frame. There was something different about this one, if he compared him to Zwei and the others, but he couldn’t quite figure out what it was. He seemed hesitant, for one, really not appearing like a thirsty vampire even though Luna would tell he was aching to sink his teeth into his flesh and drink his blood. Whatever, he didn’t really mind.

“Neck, please.” Admittedly, that probably was the exact opposite of what people would usually prefer, but Luna absolutely hated having his hands touched, wrists included. He took a step towards the other, reaching for his hair and pulling it to one side to expose his neck, tilting his head aside for easier access. “Bon appetit, I guess.”

[demonyica]

█ stranger » mockingfeathers‌

“I guess not.” She replied with a faint shrug, moving to adjust one of her hair bows. Nelle wasn’t used to small talk with strangers. Mostly just quick brushes with store clerks or at most a conversation with a patient. This was unfamiliar territory for her. “Though to be honest I’ve never read anything that was fiction beyond what’s required in school.” 

She looked at him for a moment, as if weighing her options carefully. “Would you be able to show me where they are? I’m admittedly not great with verbal direction.” 

“That’s something, at least. I skipped school a lot, so I missed most of the novels we were required to read.” He chuckled a little even though it probably wasn’t really funny. It was in the past though and talking about it in such a manner was second nature to him by this point. Keeping a smile on his face, Michael hummed. “Sure, that’s no problem at all. It’s this way,” he trailed off, pointing to the left and turning around to walk into said direction.

[demonyica]

█ amena » anukai‌

       “Of course I did! It makes me sad when you’re stressed out.” Amena laughs quietly, shaking his head only to gasp a bit in surprise as the flower he’d forgotten about almost fell out of his hair. “Oops.” He smiles softly, carefully weaving it back into place with a slight braid as he watches the professor enjoy the tea. “You’re super welcome!” Beaming as bright as ever, he heads over to the dry erase board to impulsively start sorting the mess of markers and erasers. “I just think people shouldn’t be stressed while doing something they love. It’s not fair to have to suffer just because of other people not doing what they should.” He knew, of course, one of those very people was his own brother, but the point still stood: students shouldn’t stress teachers so much. “Oh! I have some fruit if you’d like some too. I was going to feed the birdies, but I think it’s too cold for them to be out.”

Whatever he did to deserve being blessed with such a sweet and caring student, he was beyond grateful for it. Not to say he didn’t have any other students who were nice to him, but Amena was a special case; always smiling and somewhat looking after the exhausted professor. It warmed his heart, really. “I swear you’re an angel. I never met such a gentle soul.” Gabriel smiles softly as he takes another sip of the tea his student brought him, sighing contently. His gaze follows Amena to the board and he can’t help but smiles even more. In contrast to his brother, Amena was such a joy to be around, always managing to calm his nerves without even trying. “Fruit?” He perks up at that; god he could just cry tears of happiness. “I-I mean... I don’t want to take all your food but... what kind of fruit...?”

[demonyica]

█ ??? » odigcs‌

  If she knew of his train of thought about whether or not the food had been poisoned Eleni would mostly have laughed. Wouldn’t it make more sense for one to offer the poisoned food to their target rather than just sit by? 

  But her attention soon returned to her own food, and it is only when she’s done eating that Eleni can answer his question.

  ❝ I feel like my answer would be biased since I’m used to making them but… They’re not hard at all to make. ❞

  ❝ Have you ever tried baking sweets? ❞

Solis happily nibbled away on the sweet snack, humming to himself while he waited for the kind lady to respond to his question. Once he’s done, he licks his lips and proceeds to eagerly claps his hands together. “That was so good!”

“Me? No, never. I don’t really know how to cook or bake in general since nobody really bothered to teach me how. Do you have any tips, maybe?”

[demonyica]

█ wow, fuck you » anukai‌

       Well, this one was alluring. Maybe not by his appearance completely (he was rather short, after all), but his words were enough to keep Daemon entertained. “I don’t usually ask for anything, but you seem like the type to put up a fuss if I just fuck you outright.” No need for the human to know that wasn’t his intention – for this evening, at least. He was merely curious about something. “Leonhard Michael Endou–” Accent and everything included. It was always amusing — how much power you held simply by knowing someone’s name. “Oh, what’s that?” The demon’s head slants, malicious smirk forming for just barely a second before his appearance suddenly reverted to its previous, ‘standard’ visage. Though he couldn’t see nearly as much as his identical counterpart, rummaging through what he could see of a human’s life was occasionally intriguing.

       Moving closer, platformed and heavy leather boots booming with accidental power in each step, Daemon grabs the scarf to look at it with the same analytical expression a scientist would of a vial hosting unknown liquid. “A little faster, Leon. Before I show you what poor Heinz looked like in his last moments.” He hums, absentminded if anything, and he twists the scarf in his hands as he tests the fabric: just how hard would it be for a human to break this? He’ll have to find out.

What, was he supposed to be thankful this guy didn't just straight up rape him on the spot? Probably, but he sure as hell wouldn't go and proclaim his undying gratitude. If anything this just made him want to get the fuck out of this place even faster. "You could have just asked for my name, you know. No need to be so extra." His response was accompanied but a huff as hands moved to work on the zipper of his coat; only for his entire body to freeze at the mention of that name. Oh no he didn't. 

The fact that this guy had transformed back hadn't even registered in his brain yet, green eyes narrowing at whatever being he was facing. Now... if he thought about this rationally he would come to the conclusion that this was a way to mess with him, to get him riled up. Unfortunately there was no rational thought inside Leon's head at this very moment, any ounce of fear he might have felt disappearing all at once, turning into pure anger. He was pissed, absolutely livid. Leon tolerated a lot of things, was able to take about every insult thrown at him and even handle physical pain pretty well to some degree. If it came to Heinz however... 

Leon took a few steps towards the stranger, hesitating not even a second; he stood on his town and his hand was raised, colliding with the demon's cheek at full force. As he spoke again, his voice was low and filled with anger. 

"You know, I don't give a flying fuck about who or what you are. You want to have your way with me? Hurt me or even kill me in some slow and painful way? Go the fuck ahead but leave my husband out of this, you asshole."

[demonyica]

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nsfw dominant starters

as requested. Feel free to make any changes !

“Bend over.”

“Are you wearing that for me?”

“Beg for it.”

“I’m not sure what to use on you..”

“You look so good like that, waiting for me.”

“I love seeing you all wet.” / “I love seeing you all hard.”

“I’m not letting you finish until you say ‘please’.”

“This hickey will look good on you.”

“Did I go in too fast?”

“Wider.”

“You make me fall to pieces…”

“You can take it.”

“Moan for me..”

“I’ll do you right here, right now.”

“Are you shy?”

“Don’t give me that look. I won’t be able to resist you.”

“You taste divine.”

“Where should I leave a mark? Here? Or here?”

“Stay still, or it will hurt.”

“Don’t cover your mouth; I want to hear you.”

[demonyica]

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i like to be called:  leon, leo, dumb bitch

my favourite colour is:  blue, green, purple & grey

gender:  male ( dfab )

one thing you should know about me: i’m stuck in a constant fight with depression so i might just drop off the face of the earth for a week or two and re-emerge just as suddenly, sorry about that

one thing you should know about my muse: they’re all trash in their own way

first language:  german second language:  english, basic norwegian

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