Quite the Devil

The man who acts upon those sleeping dreams whose mere memory burdens another with shame is the man who may know only the fullest marrow of life. Pardon? We've had yet to be introduced. Ah, yes, of course. Lord Henry Wotton, darling, at your service. A HIGHLY SELECTIVE, INDEPENDENT ROLE-PLAY BLOG FOR LORD HENRY WOTTON OF OSCAR WILDE'S THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY. NSFW + TRIGGERING - Mun/Muse 21+ ( est. 8.11.13 )

[lordhenrydarling]

This blog is discontinued.

If you still want to write with me, message me at @killerqueeens to ask about my active Muses. Hope to see you again.

[episodeofdee]

DEE’S ROLEPLAY THEME COMMISSIONS. Since I have written two of my own base codes, I feel ready to do this. I don’t want to bore you with details but to put it simply: graphics is one of the few things I do enjoy making, which doesn’t put a strain on my mental or physical health; seeing as I can’t find a job at the moment ( for various reasons, though I’m looking ) I feel it would be a good idea to try and make some money out of it.

THEME BACKGROUND IMAGES: $15 - $20

this will be just the background image, made usually to fit into the container theme. I will not provide you with the coding or tutorials, but you are welcome to use my base codes for them. Prices will vary depending on the details of your request.

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 this option will have the theme fully coded and ready for use, however, is much more variable and prices will vary highly depending on what you wish to have included in the code; ex: custom links, customized pop ups, hover sidebar / topbar, etc.

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[killerqueeens-deactivated202107]

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[lordhenrydarling]

@youfuckingfiend @limitlessxxpotential @ghostsandabsinthe and the rest of my lovely people... hello, darlings.

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+ lordhenrydarling || The Devil's Bride

[lordhenrydarling]

missmoiraohara:

As she coils within his frame, falling fast asleep, his words, though pacifying..seem to be said with a possessive and demanding nature. She cannot say she minds this; not in the slightest, truthfully. Her frame lie across luxurious fabric, held within the grip of an even more luxurious man. Oh how the girl’s life was going to take her for quite the ride, now..cradled within the care of the devil’s generous looking hands. She awakens slowly, coming to as she stretches across the silken surface, emitting a purr from the feel of it. Emeralds flutter open to face the imposing form of her master, lying beside her. His silhouette appears rather unsettling at first for her, having woken up in a room only lit by a single candle that is set beside the bed.

"Henry..” she begins in a whisper, as if to silently question her reality as her pupils expand in search of his features, “Is this a dream?” She chuckles softly, bringing a hand to rake away the scarlet locks from her face. She positions herself on her side, leaning up onto her elbow and gazing upon him with admiration. “Shall I..make you dinner, my Lord? It’s late..” She breaks away from his gaze for a moment, staring out the glass doors of the balcony to see the moon shining in on them.  

“A romantic, ey,” I purred, ever the playful lingering there about the tip of my tongue. “Oh, Miss O’Hara, I shall shatter those hopes yet...” Though the latter had been true, sapphire hues were quick about her own, appearing earnest in their apology, “I speak in jest, of course.”

Kisses lingered then about the curve of her shoulder, the line of her jaw, as I was, at last, to respond in kind, “I would hardly expect you to slave over a hot stove for me. Your services shall be--- decidedly singular whilst you attend to my home. Perhaps, however, you would be so inclined as to do me the honor of escorting me to dinner...” Once more, her mouth was seized for my own, uttering quietly, as the most gentle of lover, “I should very much enjoy the prospect of your company on this fine eve.”

“Are you to refuse me?”

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+LordHenryDarling || Doomed Youth

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[lordhenrydarling]

“Will you..touch me here after?”

At this, I rebelled the fetters of this rather sordid reverie, compelled, instead, to rise of my velvet perch. And such a dangerous proposition it was, indeed--- this newfound proximity. Were I to proceed devoid of caution, surely, my plans would be left. Soiled and otherwise undone. In such state as I was, however, hard and aching from beneath the fabric of previously disheveled trousers, it seemed a difficult notion to recall with any semblance of vivid clarity.

The Father of Temptation, I was no stranger to its charms even amidst my own blackened soul, for of the shadows, he whispered his will freely, this: the veritable beast within. Certainly, he had so kindly thought to rumble, I could do as I pleased in the company of such a young lady--- one so easily swayed to these earthly pleasures that it might take but a whisper, a feather’s touch to bring her to her knees in veritable subjugation. She would not resist upon waking--- this, I knew to be a claim of merit--- yet still I was to remain steadfast in my conviction: in the desire to see that her fall to Sin was borne of her own, conscious volition. 

           I could not touch, then, but surely no harm ever came of simple appraisals.

And so we two, the beast and I, were intrigued endlessly of this, the form of our sleeping beauty, our charming nymphet. As Moira tossed so about the bed of satin, I could not help but feel a twinge of Pride to rise above the see of lust, for she had taken to my bed as if it were, by her very birth, in her nature to do so. And, as she sighed and cooed of her nameless pleasures, I was then compelled to Pride and Vanity in tandem, pleased beyond measure that such a sweet poppet as this might find herself so utterly taken with the Devil in the flesh.

“Sweet little Moira,” I crooned, a single, elegant forefinger tracing about the hollow of her cheek, lingering about the supple and glistening flesh of her lower lip. “Soon, you will give yourself to me, body and soul. This, you understand, is a bond from which you cannot hope to escape: my gift of eternal youth.” A wide and crooked smile took its place upon my lips then, “Am I not a generous Lord? Shall you not repay me in this, your eternal Damnation. Your Immoral Soul.”

[missmoiraohara]

[lordhenrydarling]

missmoiraohara:

She gasps low as strong arms lift her, accepting his affections with mannerisms that reflect grace and patience– though it cannot be argued that she craved to be greedy with the movements of her lips that reciprocate. Her legs curl around him steadily, separating plush tiers from his own as emeralds look into the striking orbs. "And none else have ever, nor will ever get my affections but you.” She flares her finger subtly, allowing the cold metal of her ring to press against the back of his neck as a wordless reminder. “And as I hear..there is a progeny to speak of, hm?” A smirk rises upon her lips, undoubtedly interested in meeting the boy. “Perhaps we can have him and his lady over, and I’ll prepare a raw supper to suit all of our appetites.” Kiss.

lordhenrydarling

“You taste even sweeter than even I might have the privilege to recall,” I crooned, a sound inherently sinister even in the generosity of its sentiment. For tonight, the Devil comes, and He comes for Thee. Promptly, I had once more coveted the asylum of that mouth, so very warm, so very wet-- so utterly Mine. It was in the throes of such sordid kisses, of labored breaths and wandering hands that silent footfalls would bring us to my study, simply too refractory in this particular moment to be concerned with the far more romantic tidings of bedsheets. No, the beast within would have his way with her, wicked and without regret.

I dare say the poor thing would bleed for me--- and oh, how I would relish the thought.

“Yes,” I uttered, a low grunt of the beastial sort to follow in short order as my hips would seek to make it known--- just how sorely she had been missed. Setting her upon the edge of varnished chestnut, teeth pronouncing themselves rather keenly upon the vein beneath which lied the precious little staccato of life itself. This siren’s call to murderous death, however, was silenced in the blinding light of her devastating beauty, her pliant and lovely flesh--- known by I, and I alone. “He is a rather willful boy,” I smiled rather crookedly as the cool touch of my palm had lingered about her thigh, elegant fingertips venturing ever so curiously along those lovely little frocks of hers.

Oh, yes. Her sex was a veritable paradise to the depraved and insidious, perpetually a quiver, it seemed, for all manner of delightful and guiltless sins. It disgusted me how so beautiful a creature might have ever been born of it, this God-fearing world.

“I should very much enjoy that,” I uttered, the edge of a thumbnail catching ever so  upon that needy little nub of hers, "Yet venture look upon him as you do me, and I shall hardly again endeavor be so fine a host, hm?”

[lamadameauteur]

“L i f e would be unbearably dull …”

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[lamadameauteur]

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“Graves are for the  D E A   D …”

[lordhenrydarling]

"I can't leave you alone for /one/ minute with your daughter-in-law without you being /you/, can I?"

“What might I be if not Myself?”

[lordhenrydarling]

 limitlessxxpotential:

lordhenrydarling

“Piercings are not forever, but the scars remain. He doesn’t want me to be marred, and I’m fine with him wanting to keep my best interest at heart. It’s what he does best.” His denial of her getting piercings have never bothered enough to challenge him on it; just the mere bratty tantrum that quickly ran its course. She all but bristled visibly at the comment, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, I don’t care what you find alluring. I married your son, not you.”

“Marred,” the word was one of veritable satisfaction. “I could suppose a great many alternative methods which would bring about far more lasting brands upon thy flesh when weighed by a simple prick.” An elegant visage grew darker, menacing perhaps, “As for the latter, I will only say take care of how you speak; bride of my flesh or nay, you are not to speak out of turn.”

[limitlessxxpotential-deactivate]

"Why, if it isn't it my ravishing daughter-in-law,"a crooked smile played along thin lips, a positively Cheshire affair. "I have heard it said that the Newlyweds have reached an impasse, as it were." A perfect brow quirked, as if to take on the guise of concern, "How strange it is that this rebellious blood of mine would bar you from the wonders of this newfangled, metallic fetish of sorts." Ah, yes, ever the antagonist. "I would find your pierced flesh to be quite the marvel, indeed."

Her father-in-law still struck terror in her heart. Hard habit to break for a good little Catholic girl, regardless of this fiendish hunger instilled within her. The girl is confused over what he is going on about, bu soon it is made perfectly obvious. “It’s… It’s fine, Henry. I don’t need to have the piercing. It was just a passing fancy. I probably wouldn’t even like it a year from now.” This is a strange conversation to be having with him. “Wh-what? A marvel? How so?”

[lordhenrydarling]

“Rather convenient then, as piercings are, in themselves, impermanent articles of fashion and therefore conducive to passing fancies.” I grinned once more, a touch of the wolfish about this particular expression whilst the faint aura of trepidation lingered about her pretty frame, “I find a woman with an edge of defiance to be quite alluring.”

[lordhenrydarling]

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[infamouswidow]

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[zeitloslebengone]

             ⊰✙∬   She looked at him with confusion, not understanding what he was referring to when he said that. “I have freedom,” didn’t she?. “I do as a please and little things are the ones that are able to stop me, the same goes with people. I believe that more freedom than that is unable to achieve.”

[lordhenrydarling]

"Has it been quite so long since you have tasted of sunlight that you have forgotten this, your gilded cage? A being such as yourself is but a whisper of a memory, a wanderer." I shook my head, the sorrow thick with the motion---- entirely too convincing, "Do you not want for more than simply that? If He has not Absolved you as of yet, He certainly never shall." My tone was a comfort, a friend of old, "Would it be so terrible then, to follow where I may lead?"

[lordhenrydarling]

// I have felt sick all day. Sorry guys. I tried to keep up somewhat.

[missmoiraohara]

She gasps low as strong arms lift her, accepting his affections with mannerisms that reflect grace and patience— though it cannot be argued that she craved to be greedy with the movements of her lips that reciprocate. Her legs curl around him steadily, separating plush tiers from his own as emeralds look into the striking orbs. “And none else have ever, nor will ever get my affections but you.” She flares her finger subtly, allowing the cold metal of her ring to press against the back of his neck as a wordless reminder. “And as I hear..there is a progeny to speak of, hm?” A smirk rises upon her lips, undoubtedly interested in meeting the boy. “Perhaps we can have him and his lady over, and I’ll prepare a raw supper to suit all of our appetites.” Kiss.

[lordhenrydarling]

And, for the briefest of moments, azure hues glistened---- rather dangerously---- within the low lamplight of the room. The beast that dwelled beneath such an elegant façade bared its teeth at the mere thought of another setting their unworthy hands upon her, its wrath quelled by the whisper of silver at the nape of my neck. "My, my word does get around." A wicked tongue fluttered against the succulent flesh of her lower lip, "As lovely as that sounds, for the moment, I would much prefer to have you."