#dhiiaga

[starwraithed-a-blog]

                 𝕎ℍ𝔼𝕋ℍ𝔼ℝ ℍ𝔼 𝕎𝔸𝕊 𝕋𝕆 feel blessed or not that the sun finally managed to come out today, jihyun didn’t seem to care. he only cared about himself feeling happy . . . content with how the world’s karma was treating him as of late. even now, he felt part of something else, something entirely different as he sat down, the sun bathing his abnormal hair while the wind picked it up like a wave. it was still winter, thought he could never forget that - even now he was bundled up in a trench coat and a turtleneck. he still felt the need to thank something or someone for the sun to come out and even draw him out of his studio to breathe in the fresh air.

@dhiiaga - any muse // sc.

[starwraithed-a-blog]

                 𝕊𝕆𝕃𝔸ℝ 𝔹𝕃𝕆𝕆𝔻 𝕆ℝ ℕ𝕆, andras refused to make many appearances --- at least for what people knew of. he might have always been there, simply lurking in the shadows. this was one of the rare times he stepped out of the darkness, though those shadows still curled over his shoulders like some sort of safety net. he already felt empty and uneasy without his hounds by his side, ridding his shadows made him even more anxious. no one ever thought that such a demon like himself would be so small on the inside.

                 when his eyes peered towards a person, they shivered at the unfamiliar flame living inside them. even now when his feet sighed against the ground the mountains seemed to shudder around him. offering a cant of his head, a leather-clad hand propped on a sharp hip and his weight swayed to one leg. first appearances meant a great deal, after all. with a deep inhale, his voice finally trickled out.

                 ‘ what in realms name caused for my presence? ’

@dhiiaga - any muse // sc.

[hawthxrnerps]

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[hellsholygroundarchived]

“i encourage violence” from Topaz!

critical role starters. || accepting. 

          “ good to know. ” 

          not many were usually okay with his violent outbursts. not that he needed anyone approval. but when the stranger had found him with his hands at the throat of a man he’d quickly ended the scuffle, cracking the man’s neck before letting the body tumble to the ground. the other’s gaze is set on him and the demon frowns, his own stare pointed. his expression is somewhat unsettling but dom isn’t alarmed. 

           “ you always sneak up on people when they’re in the middle of murdering someone? ” 

[hellsholygroundarchived]

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            “ i’m not going back. ” 

             never did he think he’d have to see this bastard again. the demon’s skin is surely boiling, anger pooling into the pit of his gut. he was done with that place. they didn’t need him and he didn’t need them. dom isn’t sure what he wants, but he wants no part of it. black eyes narrow at the man, rain pounding outside the empty laundromat. he just wanted to wash his stuff...one minute he was sorting clothes and the next he had unwanted company. the demon grits his teeth. 

            “ so if that’s what you came to tell me, sorry. you’re shit outta luck. ” sure, he hadn’t put in his two weeks notice but they had seemed more than happy to let him leave...well, most of them. he was certain someone else could do his job, guardian of hell’s gates. it couldn’t be a selective position could it? regardless he had no plans on returning to that literal hell hole. 

[marveltales]

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waiting on the cafeteria’s booth, vijay tried to feel some easiness. he knew his sister was dead, he had powers and everything in the world he ever knew was going to hell. not only he was alone, no family left for taking care of him, but he was also dead on the papers. his sister had made sure people was aware of his disappearance and that no one would benefit from his identity. and while it was being fixed, it was a slow process.

it was hard not to worry, regardless of all the training he had gotten, for he felt alone in ways no one would understand. people on the team could never fully understand what it was to be killed by their only family member. no. he sighed,  taking on his cup to drink only to find it empty. frustrated, he didn’t even have the energy to ask for another. 

laying back on the seat, and resting his head on the wall, he closed his eyes. he didn’t want to cry. he didn’t even know he was capable of. he felt that level of foreignness about himself.

@dhiiaga

[hawthxrnerps]

{ @dhiiaga wanted a gif.}

  Thank the Holy Mother he wasn’t a religious man, he would have surely condemned himself long ago. Otieno was a man who had a connection with the void, the realm where the demonic dwell, in his isolation, in his loneliness he had conjured a demon hoping to seek some insight. But instead he found something else. His robes and many amounts of jewerly discarded and thrown aside, the Mage was bare as could be, hands upon the man’s waist with a firm grip, thrusting his hips forward, he hadn’t penetrated the other yet, instead his swollen cock lay between his cheeks, thrusting between them. 

[daffodil-deity-blog]

"I remember when stars filled the night sky and cities were practically nonexistent." ( from tethys <3 )

> THE DEITY IN CHAINS HUMMED A SIGH.

These neon… but quite frankly bland, colorless cities were a little alien to him. Towns, villages, kingdoms, they didn’t look like this in his home world. They certainly didn’t glow this bright. Luxiel was laying in the grass atop a hill, looking down at the lights before looking up at the lack thereof. He chuckles once.

“ It’s funny, really. Where I come from, I pulled the light of my mortal’s stars into sight, speckled the sky like glitter… Looking at this, a part of me would be impressed… and the rest of me would just put the stars out completely if they won’t even appreciate the damn things… ”