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Maybe I should take Imagine asks as well, just for the heck of it
THAT WODAGRORA PIECE WAS AMAZING! THANK YOU EVER SO MUCH I LOVE IT SO MUCH AAA
I’m glad you enjoyed it, you’re very welcome.
Could I please request Wodahs grumpily helping patch Grora up, after she's gotten in another fight with Ater?
“You two can’t keep doing this. This is the third time within the week, I’m not going to continue to dress your wounds if you keep willfully getting yourself more.” Wodahs gave an exasperated sigh to accompany his chiding, as he wrapped a claw-shaped gash in Grora’s arm with a bandage. The bleeding had already begun to subside, but it wasn’t a pretty sight regardless.
“You were there, you saw how she was tryin’ to get me to do it! That wasn’t my faul- ow....” The girl’s defensive rant was cut short as the head angel flicked her on the forehead, clearly not buying her story. As he began to disinfect another claw-mark cut on her, he continued.
“Yes, I was there. And I saw you attack her when, for once, she was leaving you alone to play with her sister. I’ve seen her antagonize you many times, this was not one of them.” Wodahs wasn’t having any of it, wrapping the second cut tightly in a bandage once he’d finished disinfecting it, Grora wincing a bit before he took the hint and loosened it slightly.
“Gah... Fine, y’ got me, but the way she looked at me with those eyes of hers, she might as well have been asking for it!” The angel’s next outburst earned her another flick to the forehead, a pouting huff leaving her in response. Wodahs scanned over her with his eye for a few moments, to see if there were any more obvious spots of injury.
“Does it hurt anywhere else?” Shifting away from that topic, the head angel focused more on the immediate problem of Grora’s wounds, his patient pointing to her midsection with a nod. After another moment, realizing what would have to happen for treatment, Grora turned her face away in obvious embarrassment, lifting her clothing just enough so that Wodahs could see the bruise on her abdomen.
The other’s embarrassment seemed entirely lost on him, though, Wodahs inspecting her bruise and tutting softly, before moving to get a cold compress and softly push it against her. Grora jumped slightly at the sudden coldness against her skin, but she quickly calmed down, taking the compress from him and pushing it against the bruise herself.
It wasn’t comfortable, by any means, but she’d been in this situation enough times to know that healing almost never was. She wished they could just use magic for this kind of thing and be done, but apparently that just wasn’t an option, which she still didn’t care for.
“If there’s nothing else, you should be fine to go. Just don’t get in another fight, please, it isn’t fun to watch you hurt yourself.” Wodahs stepped back, expecting Grora to get up and immediately be off to whatever antic she wanted to get up to next. To his mild surprise, though, the other didn’t get up at all, just looking up at him.
“Head Angel, you’re just gonna kick me out as soon as you’re done? No fair.” Pouting, Grora scolded him, planting herself down right where she was, not about to move just because the patching up was finished. She wouldn’t say it so directly, but it was... nice, to have some quality time with the head angel.
After a long moment, Wodahs nodded. “Fine, you can stay, if you want to.” As long as she didn’t interfere with his work directly, there was no real reason to deny her the request, odd as it may have seemed. At the very least, he could keep her out of trouble from here. For the most part, at least.
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A ridiculous crack fic courtesy of a dumb conversation I had on Discord.
That Ivlis and Rieta content made me really happy. I’m following you!
Thank you for following! I’m glad you enjoyed, I tried to make it good. Feel free to send in any other prompts you may have
It seems pretty great to me!
Well thank you, I appreciate the compliment.
Bear in mind, the main point of this blog is for me to try and get a handle on the whole “normal writing” thing, so if it’s not great at the start just deal with me for a bit.
Here's a prompt, Ivlis and Rieta cuddling on a cool night.
For most people, a cool night would be somewhat pleasant, perhaps even requiring a blanket, or a fireplace if one was feeling particularly chilly. But for flame demons, the cold felt much more out of their comfort zone, given that the temperatures they were all accustomed to were the sweltering heat of Ivlis’ flame hell.
Even being exempt from this, as a genie, Rieta was always more than happy to use the situation to her advantage whenever she could, claiming that it was her job as the flame devil’s personal attendant to make sure that his comfort was assured whenever possible. With Ivlis laying against her, she slowly, affectionately brushed her hands through his hair, having offered her body heat to essentially act as a source of warmth for him while the ambient temperature was still low. Ironic, given that from her perspective he was the warmest presence in the room, acting as a space heater in and of himself despite her being tasked with helping him keep warm.
“Why are you so good to me...?” The question from Ivlis was asked without shifting their current cuddled position, just a momentary curiosity crossing his mind as they laid together platonically on this cold night. She was always so attentive to him, no matter the situation, more than any normal lackey would have been, and she didn’t even have the excuse of being one of his flame demons.
Rieta paused for a few moments before answering in a soft and caring tone. “Because you are my lord, Ivlis, and I value you most of all. Your happiness is my happiness, and I will do all in my power to bring that happiness about.” Not the most eloquent of confessions, and she was painfully aware that he would be too dense to realize her true meaning as he had missed it so many times before, but being able to comfort him like this on the cold winter evenings was more than enough for that not to matter to her.
“Mm...” Ivlis closed his eyes as he nodded, seeming to think over her words for a long few moments, though what it could have been about was something Rieta could only give her wildest guesses to.
Some may have called him airheaded, but she would never stoop to insults like that. It was one of his charms, enigmatic in a way, if she couldn’t discern what he was thinking just from looking. As opposed to Emalf or Poemi, who wore their emotions on their sleeves more or less at all times, which Rieta had more than enough of in daily life.
The two of them resumed their silence together, simply living in the comforting moment between a grueling past and an uncertain future, content to be in each others’ embrace while they still could be. Rieta’s was the most comforting touch he’d felt in far too long, and the flame devil was perfectly happy letting her cuddle him for as long as necessary. The night was long and cold, seemingly endless with great swaths of darkness to endure, but regardless of what may happen, the least Rieta could say is that she would do her best to be there for her lord Ivlis.
Are the OC from the Okagom Blog are gonna be on this?
Nope. Fresh start.
Our mission statement for this blog is normal, possibly wholesome content. Or maybe it’ll get a bit fucked up, who can say, really.