[ TXT ] : what would you do if i texted “i’m outside” and actually was?
⋆。‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧。⋆ 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭
CATBOY 🐯💋 @crimesought
[ TXT ] : probably grab a condom
[ TXT ] : why? should i grab one rn??

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[ TXT ] : what would you do if i texted “i’m outside” and actually was?
⋆。‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧。⋆ 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭
CATBOY 🐯💋 @crimesought
[ TXT ] : probably grab a condom
[ TXT ] : why? should i grab one rn??
♔‧̥ — memes / accepting!
@crimesought said: ❛ this knife is laced with venom, any sudden movements and you’re dead. ❜
“wh-oaaa, golly. okay.” lucy freezes, her chin tilted up and away from the knife laced with venom that's now being held dangerously close to her throat. “that's, um—probably overkill with me, to be honest? i mean, i'm not trying to fight. i've been wandering the woods for hours and just saw your campfire. i wanted to offer some rabbit meat in exchange for letting me stay the night. that's all!”
" You have to be the most pathetic example of an fiend I've seen on this plane so far."
Clearly, the big daemon isn't familiar with Tieflings. He smells a whiff of infernal nature, a disappointingly weak whiff, and it's enough for Kha'xanzyr to write them off altogether.
" There are no puppies or kittens or little old ladies for you to torment here imp, Be on your way."
@crimesought / Unprompted.
are we asking classes? whats cassians :3c
Cassian is getting the wizard stamp too because he is a tiefling and Rolan is a tiefling too, and he can cast spells and is a wizard, thank you.
Probably ending up thinking he is a ranger because she doesnt realize he is the tiger and its not his companion...
"My eyes are up here."
“And my eyes are down here.”
CONT. | @crimesought
The noble froze as the dagger’s cold tip pressed against the tender skin of his throat. He looked up at the tiefling like a doe caught in the hunter’s sights, his chest rising and falling with shallow, panicked breaths. Tears threatened to spill.
Oh, Sylverian Selemchant was a a perfect target for ransom. Everything about him spoke of wealth ; from the gem-encrusted robe with its scandalously high slit up his thigh to the shimmering golden jewelry that adorned his wrists, ears, and neck. Gaudy rich.
His carriage with the guards... it wasn’t far, but he didn’t dare call for help. Gods, why did he run after Princess on his own?? A grave mistake.
When the tiefling withdrew the dagger, Sylverian let out a choked gasp, his trembling hands clutching at his chest as he scuttled back.
“You — you vile, wretched devil!” He swallowed hard, his words rushing out in a shaky torrent. “D-Do you have any idea who I am?! My family will hunt you down, drag you before the courts, and see you hanged for this!”
❛ there’s no place i’d rather be than by your side. ❜ @ ras
return of the moop(???) // @crimesought
THEY’VE BOTH HAD just a little too much to drink, perhaps. Some bandits had decided to test their mettle against the pair, and Ras made the lucky discovery of some firewine in one of their packs after the dust had settled. Now that they’re set up for the night, the two of them have worked through most of the bottle; just enough remains to swill around thoughtfully as they talk about nothing in particular until they land on something interesting.
RAS IS ASKED where they might go, if they could go anywhere right now. The changeling thinks about this for a long while, and then lands on the woods next to the village where they grew up. The trees were so tall, and the flowers smelled so sweet, they remember. There was a faerie circle in there somewhere, if they had to make a guess. That might be fun to go find. It would be nice to go home and not be cast out again.
RAS ASKS THE same question of Cassian. There’s no place I’d rather be than by your side. Oh.
“WELL, NOW I sound like an asshole,” Ras complains, although there’s no bite in their voice; on the contrary, they’re stretching up to plant a kiss on the tiefling’s red cheek. “Fuck you.”
Bites him but in a bored cat way.
Raphael's tail snapped sharply against him, a quick, stinging reprimand. "If you insist on acting like an animal, I'll treat you like one. Behave, little mouse."