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Indie OC mulitmuse.

[hadeaneloah]

Zaad:

Almost as if it was the end of the song, finishing his humming led him to force her into a french dip, as uncomfortable as it was, as much as she may refuse, he would push her back, a soft laugh escaping him as he looked her straight in the eyes, her anguished eyes were delightful! Humans were so easy to break and he adored that.

His gaze sharpened slightly, he was aware of the time he was losing, he wanted to continue toying around with this adorable little sheep. “Aw, babe, you’re struggling aren’t you.” He purred, a smile from ear to ear as he straightened her up, still holding her in an embrace, gentle, soothing to some, to others? A death grip. “Don’t worry.”

“I’m going to help you, alright? I’ll make sure you get used to this, that way it won’t hurt so much.” How long would it take, three, five, ten times? Twenty? Would she ever get used to the torture he had planned for her? “Maybe when it’s time to bring you your food, so you have to work for a bite.” Another laugh, though this one took a much more sinister tone. For now, unfortunately, he was running out of time. “Get acquainted with the other inmates honey, they will probably enjoy your stay, they’re already saying great things about you.”

He moved back just to grip her face. “Do you agree?” But there was no choice for her as he forcefully moved her head up and down. “You are mine, dolly, just remember that, or I’ll have to tag you.” Almost like an animal ready for the butcher.

Finally, he pushed her back, admiring her one last time before he stepped away to gather what he’d brought in to lock her in for the day.

Her attempt at trying to escape her situation was more than futile. It wasn't long before her eyes flew open, letting out a squeal as she was suddenly dipped downwards. A wave of nausea washed over her, both from the sudden movement and Zaad's stare. His eyes sparkled with bad intentions, and his laughter scraped at her eardrums. The malice from his gaze alone kept her from shutting her eyes once more.

As he lifted her back up, Bonnie made no effort to resist his embrace. The poor woman felt paralyzed with fear, tense due to his touches and "reassuring" words. There was no way in hell he was going to leave her alone now. Her mind raced with horrible possibilities, eyes widening at his promises and implications. Oh, if only she could drop dead on the spot.

Even as the demon forced her to nod, Bonnie didn't move a muscle. Until he claimed she was his. Again she started to shake, nearly collapsing once Zaad pushed her away. He couldn't be serious. There was no way! But deep down she knew those thoughts were lies. The hell she experienced was more than enough proof of this. 

It felt like ages had passed before he actually left. Out of despair (and some relief), she finally collapsed upon the floor of her cell, sobbing quietly again.

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Zaad:

“Dolly… You beautiful, beautiful dolly…” Zaad stroked her hair, almost harshly, her fearful expression just made him more and more excited for what he was planning for her, sure it was her first day in the prison, but that wouldn’t stop him now, would it? Taking a strong hold of her hair with one hand, and her waist with another, he took a step back, pulling her with him.

“You may complain now, but I promise you, you’ll like it eventually.” Whether that meant soon or never was completely unclear, though considering her current reactions, he didn’t think breaking her mind and getting through her would be too much of a task, weak minded people were the first ones to beg.

A low, melodic hum escaped him, almost as if he was singing to her, a playdate that he was planning on taking further than she would’ve preferred.

Occasionally, he’d turn her head up, placing a kiss on her lips and enjoying the sweetness of them, while, in exchange, he returned her the salty, metallic taste of his blood, something he wasn’t planning on on letting her forget. Such a beautiful girl, hadn’t he had anymore duties he’d take her with him, all day.

As he hummed, he swayed with her, a forced dance- He was not the best at dancing, admittedly, but he couldn’t care, after all, it was just for fun! But what was a dance without loving, exploring hands? The purr that escaped his throat showcased just how much he was enjoying himself, she must be having a blast too!

Right?

If the woman wasn't shaking so horribly already, she would've shuddered. Her protests weakened, due to her burnt mouth and upset stomach. She visibly winced as he "stroked" her locks, which felt more like tugging. How much time had passed since he arrived at her cell? The thought was idle, but it tore at her soul, much like the other things happening to her.

Bonnie could feel her legs nearly buckle, as Zaad pulled her against him. A wave of nausea washed over her, as the demon uttered his threat. He sounded so confident and self-assured! That was a tone (and some words) she didn't need to hear. Humming soon reached her ears, as she was forced into a (not very elegant) waltz. If she could go deaf, that moment would've been the perfect time.

Her legs felt like weights, as she tried to keep up with Zaad. But her emotional turmoil was too much. Again, she started to cry. Though her tears were much quieter, due to her injured throat. Each yank of her hair led to a salty, hot kiss to her lips. It quieted her briefly, but it only made her body wrack harder with her sobs. His groping was just as bad; the moment she felt it, she shut her eyes. Bonnie was going to pretend she wasn't there, in a harsh prison dancing with a mentally unstable authority figure. She was actually at home! It was just a bad dream!

Oh, how she desperately wished that was true.

[hadeaneloah]

Unknown Devil:

“You may be right, or may be not, solitude doesn’t come just from the lack of physical company, it’s more connected to your state of mind, I think.” Who needed a hundred servants when nobody was on a similar level? Being the only one of a kind, or with a specific mindset, even in an ocean of people it could feel lonely. As he mused to himself, he failed to realize the other’s hunger, unfortunately for Drugelis.

"That is what I believe, yes." Though his state of mind was clearly somewhere else. His gaze now swept over the people in the distance, briefly stopping upon a fair-looking woman. "Pardon me for the sudden suggestion, but would you care for a walk with me?" The monarch couldn't let such a lovely meal get away.

[hadeaneloah]

Visitors:

“At least let me get back on your shoulder, my paws are freezing down here!” The Lyn continued to complain, clearly getting tired from her futile attempt at moving the rather heavy demon, the next challenge was getting him to allow her back on his shoulder, which he absolutely refused by immediately dropping her on the floor again.

“Deal with it, rat.” He squinted, knowing the insult would bother her, which showed on her pout, his slow and well pronounced voice did not help, as there was clear emphasis on his words, she was ready to argue, as much as he was ready to punt her aside, but perhaps a nearby presence would be her savior, as his focus shifted completely to it.

Medorah jumped at the unknown voice, latching to the demon’s leg and burying her nails in his boot, her fur frizzled in surprise as she peeked from underneath. Taking this opportunity, she climbed back onto Taunot’s shoulder, much to his dismay.

She waited a couple of seconds, hoping he would say something, as he seemed to not be too phased, but he did not voice anything, instead, it was her duty to do so. “Who are you?” She asked, eyeing the woman carefully. “Are you lost as well?”

Her smile widened slightly at the girl's frightened response. It was all she could do to keep from giggling. Scaring people was so much fun sometimes! But she couldn't play the role of a monster. Not yet. Miruku shimmied from out of the crack, relieved that she was no longer part of a glacier wall sandwich.

"Yes I am! I guess my clothes gave that away, huh?" It was wise not to wear her good clothing in these caves. The odds of someone believing her lies while dressed to the nines seemed pretty slim to her. Besides, she would be very upset if her good clothes got ruined while she was playing! Such was the blessing of ordinary clothes. Or winter gear, in this case.

"I got separated from my group while hiking up here. I think a few hours might have passed since then? It's unsettling, but I gotta stay positive, you know?" A (fake) nervous giggle. "I mean, we found each other! You two are lost too, right? And ill prepared for this weather..." Miruku eyed Taunot, trying not to look too surprised at his exposed chest. Demons really were weird.

"Oh! You asked for my name, right?" Her look of concern was replaced by another smile. Well, a pleased smile, unlike the nervousness it held prior. "Call me Miruku."

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Zaad:

Her dizzied expression sparked some curiosity on the demon, was she sick? About to pass out? Now he could not allow such thing! She had to stay awake and enjoy everything, after all, he was using up all of his precious time on keeping this doll entertained! The base of his horns pressed lightly against her forehead, and he hummed in delight, who knew someone of her species could have such lovely charm.

“Sweetheart, don’t tell me you’re tired already, we haven’t even started!” He exclaimed, smoke blowing from his mouth as a grim reminder that even the slightest chance to breathe was going to be polluted by his disgusting presence, making it harder to breathe, being invaded by him.

“You can’t sleep just yet, I want you to be aware of everything, enjoy yourself, I’ll be gentle, promise~” Unless she disobeyed, that is, Zaad was always ready to present her the back of his hand to wake her up, and his willingness to harm her was evident by his grip not loosening.

Golden eyes stared straight into hers, trying to keep her focus on him and nothing else. “But if you do decide to have some rest I’ll just have fun by myself, and you will have no right to complain. None at all.” He licked his lips once more, cleaning some of the remaining blood that dripped from them.

“Doesn’t that sound fair?”

Bonnie was unsure how to feel about her current dizziness. On one hand, she could finally stop participating in this horrible game of his. On another, he could do something worse if she fainted away. Her internal dilemma was made up of the scantest thoughts, and they were all forgotten once Zaad pressed his forehead against hers. Rather, the base of his horns touched her forehead. It was warm enough to drag her back to the present, which was just as bad as her thoughts.

Smoke soon wafted against her face. All she could do was gurgle more, in a attempt to keep from coughing. Who knows what the demon would do if Bonnie coughed in his face? He didn't even get started yet, after all! Her eyes soon screwed shut, as they started to sting in the polluted air. It wasn't much comfort; both his voice and stare was equally threatening.

It wasn't long until she gasped in horror, and then she started to choke. She had to swallow the horrible mixture; as much as Bonnie loathed the idea, angering Zaad sounded much worse. With great effort, she forced the liquid down her throat, and she cried out in pain. It was almost as disgusting as the demon's proposition. Her throat and mouth burning, she started to protest once again. Or rather, beg, in a hoarse voice.

"No... No... Pwease don't..."

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Zaad:

Slowly, he pulled back, looking at her directly in the eyes, a silver thread of boiling hot saliva following his smile, he proceeded to lick his lips, savoring every undertone of flavor, prom his blood, to the nice, soft, texture of her lips, the grip on the back of her head transitioned from gentle to a firm grip, a pull to her long locks as he forced her to look at him.

“You taste so… SO sweet!” The demon exclaimed as the hand that held her back moved to get a grip on her hip, feeling it, even gently squeezing it, a contrast of touch between her head and her body being his main focus, he wanted to cause confusion, that it wasn’t as bad, while in reality, things could only get worse with the prison warden.

He laughed, sweetly this time, to match the great taste of the kiss. “I’m so happy… So happy that I get this beautiful doll, all for myself.” As genuine as his smile and expression of joy seemed, the underlying evil behind it was undeniable, pulling at her locks once more, he towered over, his hand sliding upward, from her hip, to her chest, to her neck, applying an oh so slight pressure. “Aren’t you glad? You couldn’t get a better person to take care of you, sweetheart.”

“We’re going to have so much fun!”

The first breath of air would've been relieving, if not for the raging inferno in her mouth. And the yanking of her hair. Bonnie's tongue lolled out, as she gasped in both terror and pain. She could feel the bloodied saliva pooling in her mouth, and it felt horrible. Her vision was blurry, as tears continued to fall. She would've asked herself (again) if it could get any worse, but due to the lack of kissing, she could notice other things. Like the tell-tale bulge that was pressed between her legs.

Bonnie's breathing worsened, as he continued to touch and "praise" her. She couldn't tell when Zaad wanted to hurt her; all of his prodding felt like the end of a branding iron. Despite all of this, the demon laughed. A strange sound, sweet and charming to her ears. The brunette could (temporarily) peer through her tears, only to see a joyful expression. His countenance was lovely: mirth sparkled in his golden eyes. Scarlet lips curled up into a haunting smile, only parting to speak. The way Zaad gazed at her, like she was a delectable dessert.

It was the most evil thing Bonnie had ever seen.

A cry left her, as he pulled her hair again. Her body began to quake once more, as he towered over the poor woman. This time was a bit different, as Bonnie started to feel dizzy. Everything was finally getting to her; she wasn't sure if she could take it for much longer. It didn't help that she soon felt a hand around her neck. The pressure was minimal, but to the panicked brunette it felt like he was crushing her.

[hadeaneloah]

@hadeaneloah [ Closed RP ]

It was cold, the white mountains were never the friendliest and Medorah was aware of this, however, sometimes it was necessary to cross them to get from one point to the other, she was lucky, at least, that she did not have to step a foot down, she wrapped herself in her own tail as she looked down, seeing Taunot’s feet sinking deep in the snow, he couldn’t truly care, and he just walked at a decent pace.

However, as the winds grew stronger and the temperatures lowered, there was a clear issue, Medorah’s shivering and clinging to him was proving to be more and more annoying, looking around, he spotted a cave, perhaps going deep inside and away from the incoming storm would give him some time not only to rest, but for her to warm up as well.

Medorah didn’t seem to reject the idea, as her ears perked up slightly at the sight of the cave, at least they’d be safe from the winds!

Upon entering however, neither the demon nor the Lyn were expecting the cave to go on for so long, so deep.it almost seemed as if the exit had disappeared. Their incursion into the cave came to a halt however, as the demon reached a horribly narrow spot, which he stared at hesitantly. “We have to stop here.” He said, turning his head to face the Lyn on his shoulder.

Medorah, on the other hand, did not agree. “Come on, Tau… We should explore further in! Who knows what might be inside!” Medorah’s insistence was something Taunot always despised, aside from the pet names she decided to give him. He knew immediately that he had to put her on the floor before she squeaked right next to his ears.

And so he did, which prompted the small Lyn to start whining at him, trying to (and failing at it) push the demon through the narrow passage.

To which he just stared in silence, hoping that she would give up sooner than later.

Laughter echoed throughout the cave, as Malako slid down a slope. The sprawling cave felt like a second home to the pale woman, despite it being a trap for unfortunate stragglers. So far, she didn't spot any visitors, which was a bit disappointing. The diversity of the victims people was always a treat! The tunnels sprawled towards countless worlds, meaning she could witness anyone and anything. It was another way she could quench her thirst for knowledge.

A unknown amount of time passed, as she continued to wander the icy halls. Though suddenly, she stopped. Did she hear voices? Malako's eyes darted towards the source: a crack in the wall. A smile crept upon her lips, as she quietly approached the opening. Upon closer inspection it was a narrow crevice, barely wide enough for her to squeeze through. But that wouldn't stop her, for she wanted to see the strangers on the other side.

After a few moments, the woman could gaze upon two figures. The height difference between them was comical, much like their current situation. A situation that was about to change, for it was their unlucky day. Malako couldn't tell what the girl was, but the man had the distinct feeling of a demon. Of course, she had to learn more about them. Silently, she crept a bit closer, until her pale face was visible (and beaming radiantly) from the crack.

"Hiya!"

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Savior:

She paused, listening to the poor human, while she couldn’t truly believe everything that was said to her, she gave him a bit of a chance, it would not make her be less on guard or attentive, however, it would not stop her from helping him. “That sounds terrible.” Tsaerah pointed out, pouting slightly. “Hopefully it wasn’t for a severe reason, or something you did.” Her tone shifted slightly, almost as if she was warning him, no funny business.

“Let’s go get some bandages, then.” The infirmary at Amaexur should have enough for a stranger or two. With that said, Tsaerah gave the floor a quick stomp, opening a pitch black hole, big enough for both of them to fit. “We’re jumping in, okay? Nothing bad will happen.”

He simply shook his head, unaffected by her tone. Funny business wasn't his thing, he was a nice lad! Even if he was actually banished there, it wouldn't have been his fault. Some people just couldn't understand his passions. You can never go wrong with love and kindness! The fake demon struggled to his feet once the portal opened. He stood close to Tsaerah, with the intention of following. Eleos could only hope that wherever they went, it would only be the two of them.

[valtsv]

me n my angel gf

me, bleeding from my eyes nose and ears: bb ur hand is so…….so……….uh,

her: Ḓ̬̱͘͢ͅO̸͉̳̖͉̙ ͔͜N͓̮̦̱͝O̧͇̙̲̜͔T͇̯̮̦̖̖ ͙͇͇̖̝̹͜B̧҉͍͈̭̭̰̳͙ͅE̴̗̱̫ ̛̞͞ͅA̶̡͙̞̪̞̻̰̬̦F̛̗͙̗̲̦͕̟̙́R̶͍͉̠̖͖̮̀́A̦̠̮̜̺͟I͓̻͢͞Ḓ̹͇̮̬͈

[the-lost-alchemist]

[valtsv]

ive never been one for “dating” and “romance” but if he has a third eye, fangs and enormous curly horns then a bitch might just swipe right

[valtsv]

[trapcard]

me: *is unhappy*

me: *sucks the warmth from the air around me and drops it to absolute zero so everyone knows im upset* 

[rpmusings-galore]

So  far  away  from  R E A L I T Y …  “ What a   ﾤ ﾷ ѵ ﾼ ﾤ ע  place to be! “

[extramadness]

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

Haruki Murakami (via extramadness)

[bloodybaronn]

ASTROLOGY (information set)  —  SAGITTARIUS 

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Detail of Jessica Stam & Natasha Poly backstage at John Galliano F/W 2009

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Chanel S/S 1995

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Sasha Luss wears a whimsical powder blue flowing gown complete with ruffles from Francesco Sconamiglio Spring/Summer 2013 backstage at the shooting of an editorial photographed by Benjamin Kanarek for Harper’s Bazaar Mexico May 2013