#spicyred

[royalreef]

@spicyred​ || Continued from here

[ TO: Chili Pepper Prince 😈👑 ] [ txt: ] No, I would prefer not to. [ txt: ] All you need to know is that I shall never trust anything Polina offers me that comes in liquid form again, no matter how much she swears that it contains none of her Toilet Wine. [ txt: ] And to perhaps come pick me up, because I cannot let even my chauffeur see me currently. Bring a half respectable coat.

[prankmasterz]

@spicyred​ || Continued from here

      “Jeez, you must really have it bad, I’ve never heard you like this before.” Polly did her best to comfort Damien, reaching out to pat his shoulder. Or, not really pat. Kind of impossible, honestly, when you’re more fragment than flesh, but she condensed her hand down as best she could. It might feel more like a cold wind in solid form than skin, but it counted.

      “C’mon dude, you’re Damien fuckin’ LaVey! You’re the hottest guy in school, literally, whoever she is would be lucky to have you! How pretty could be be, really?”

[royalreef]

@spicyred​ || Continued from here

      Fin twitched up to attention, even as Miranda continued looking down at her silverware, trying to lose herself in the midst of forks and spoons and reflections of herself to assure her she wasn’t showing the ugly emotions that writhed in her gut. She wasn’t going to cry. Her eyes burned and an anxious energy sizzled under her scales, but she’d rather die before showing those kind of emotions so willingly in public, where others could see, where the world would know. Stress. That was all this was. 

      After all, if Damien did start dating someone, then maybe Miri herself could get over whatever hang up she felt whenever she thought about Damien. Which was a lot, and only getting worse recently.

      “No - why would I want rid of you? I mean, she is pursuing you, following you about and obviously wanting to ask you to Prom, and you’ve been very head-over-heels recently, so perhaps you should date her. Unless someone else has been on your mind recently, I think you two would make a cute couple.”

                           Why did saying that burn in Miranda’s throat as she spoke?

[royalreef]

@spicyred​ || Got a trick treat

      Everyone knew Miranda took her time with changing out of costume, but this was getting ridiculous.

      Even the standard 45 minutes it took for Miri to change had passed, and it was nearing an hour with every further tick on the clock. There were other changing rooms available, but the annoyance was palpable. Every so often a soft step or two could be heard on the old floorboards, baited words drifting in and our from behind the door, but further answers couldn’t really be gleaned. Probably directing one of her serfs or the like.

      It was only suitable then, that Damien was decided to go check on Miranda. To pester her out of the changing room or to figure out if something was wrong, which it very well might be. He was her friend, after all, and they were... More than just friends, after all.

      But a totally unlocked door that easily pushed open and a total lack of guards around the door spoke of the danger the demon was walking into, unintentionally or not.

      Miranda herself was sat in one of the smaller folding chairs, ordinarily tossed in the corner, but now pulled out to the middle of the wall, doing her best to vanish through it and into the adjacent room for how stiff her back was, how tense her fins. She was, at least, fully changed into her typical outfit, but that only went so far when the obvious holdup was revealed.

      Over her, stood another merfolk. Not red and pink like her, for they were clothed in stately black, shining scales of a dark, deep blue visible below the pressed outfit, with steel-grey hair above. Their hand ran under her chin, claw tracing the outline of her jaw, while tail curled over her own, half sitting on her lap in such a position.

      Four eyes, two pale and two turquoise blue turned to Damien at the sound of the door, two sets of slit-pupil eyes. One harboring a smirk, almost annoyed, and one so thin-lipped that she had to be in some type of shock.

      Certainly matched, at least, for how pale and how quiet she had gone, how her eyes shifted from the other mer to Damien, wide and thinly slitted.

      “Do you mind?” Answered the new merfolk, speaking in the same bassy tone of a cello, rubbing a thumb along Miranda’s cheek that she did not respond to. “I am having a private moment with Princess Miranda.”

[royalreef]

      Back and forth she glances between the new Sawyer and her lovely, tiny kiddo Sawyer. Both demonic. Both nonbinary and use they/them. Both with the same name and color scheme.

                                       “D - Damien?? Help????” ( @spicyred​ )

[theirlittlered]

NSFW: It’s been what feels like hours. There’s only so much she has to give. But she hasn’t said it. Not once has she asked you to stop. Such a good girl you’ve trained..

| Pose: Yona |

[elizabethromanmk]

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[elizabethromanmk]

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