* 𝐻𝒜𝒜𝑅𝐿♡ 𝒫

ᵗʰᵉ 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ.

[devilsdens]

#𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘FIENDS ! independent and selective. introducing haarlep , archduke / duchess raphael, the devil's incubus. summoned by ren. ⁽  ˢʰᵉ  /  ʰᵉʳ    ⁾  18+

DISCLAIMER. haarlep is an incubus ! this blog will contain explicit and mature themes. i will tag it as #nsft. / #tw. canonically haarlep uses they/them pronouns, and i will be doing the same. most of the time their default look will be a younger version of raphael unless stated otherwise.

INFO. low activity. this blog is for entertainment purposes. and for pure chaos. oc , multi and duplicate friendly !

INTERACTION.    this is a mutual's only blog. i've gone completely iconless. i use small/regular text. you never have to match my style or length. occasionally i'll post a starter or meme call. memes don't expire and you're always welcome to turn them into threads. or you can message me if you'd like to discuss a plot. i prefer to plot over on discord. i should mention that sometimes i do take time to respond to messages don't think i'm ignoring you. i will reply when i can.

RULES.     please follow the basic rules of roleplay.  no godmodding, metagaming, etc.  *  &  don’t be- rude, homo/bi/transphobic, racist, sexist and toxic.  no hate, discrimination or drama you’ll be blocked. 

 LINKS.   character study. memes. sideblog.

 INTRODUCTION.     hi  i’m ren,   her/she ,   over 21.   ♡ discord is available upon request.

[devilsdens]

˚  𝐗𝐎  ―   @wolfkcst › Hand tenderly reaches out to grasp the incubus chin, forcing them to look up at the Viking as they straddled their lap with a low purr. Head leans down to press against the crown of their head, and gives a small smooch on their nose. ❛ Are you comfortable? ❜

haarlep was mesmerised by the grey and blue in eivor's eyes. they had pretty eyes, sharp and sterling. mused as they innocently looked up at them. eyes haarlep could get lost in but they remembered not to intensely gaze for too long. they weren't theirs to charm. haarlep bit their own lip with a hum of approval as eivor straddled their lap. they played with their braid, twirling it around their finger with a flirtatious smile similar to raphael's when eivor kisses their nose. haarlep closed their eyes and lifted their lips an inch closer to eivor's, it was torture, they longed to taste them but as they leaned back with a small sigh, exercising restraint. haarlep laced their own fingers with eivor's, raising their hand in the air. ❝ i'm use to being on top, but this, i quite like it... but must you tease me, eivor? ❞

[devilsdens]

haarlep while their sugar daddy is out there working his ass off.

[devilsdens]

saw a thing in the house of hope raphael invites his guests to the boudoir where haarlep is. haarlep is an incubus that needs to feed on the souls of mortals to survive. which leaves me with the thought well a dark one that raphael is leading them to be fed on by haarlep.

[devilsdens]

HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE TOUCHED.

fervently

you crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

tagged by : @scarbound ❤️

tagging : all of you!

[its-arrested-development]

[molinaesque]

That waist and that 🍰 tho

[devilsdens]

The more I write haarlep the more I'm starting to believe that naming themselves after an anagram of raphael was their little idea.

[devilsdens]

“i know i’m putting you on the spot but do you think you’re ready or not ? ”

@bardchoices  ›      𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁    ˎˊ˗

[devilsdens]

“ this night is going to end horribly for someone.  ”

@mindhallow  ›      𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁    ˎˊ˗

[devilsdens]

“ we'll laugh a little, drink a little, see what you're made of. ”

@spidrsilk   ›      𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁    ˎˊ˗

[devilsdens]

˚ @celestieu ›  give flowers,,, ╰ ― 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃. accepting   ˎˊ˗ 

haarlep with unbridled glee couldn’t contain their excitement.  they wore a pleased smile, enchanting and blooming like the red and pink flowers in their hand. gracefully they had accepted such a welcomed and beautiful gift. “you honour me, sweet madeline.” but brows briefly weaved together as the thought had entered their mind that such beauty should be shared. haarlep plucked a single pink rose from the bouquet and placed it in the other’s hair, tucked behind her ear before they leaned in and whispered.  “You’ve always been my favourite but don’t tell the others or they’ll get jealous.”