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A succubus is a devourer of souls, destroyer of hearts, and dominator of minds. It knows nothing but evil. [ Dahlias | Selective | Warcraft OC ] Thread Count: 15

[cthylle]

ok yes i may be evil and morally corrupt but i’m also incredibly beautiful and i think that makes up for it honestly

[empiregrotesk-deactivated201705]

[barnowlkitten-deactivated201605]

[thuashdore]

i’d like to hope you’re more than just a monster…

                                  …but you don’t do yourself any favours.

@temptrcss asked for Dat Aesthetic

[temptrcss-blog]

Hello! I just wanted to give a quick explanation of my very long absence. I am currently studying at the moment (as I have been the whole year) and I have been doing a ton of work placement as well as assessments as my course finishes in less than a month. It has been an absolute roller coaster and well and truly drained my creative RP juices. I’d log on here and try to attempt a reply but just end up feeling overwhelmingly guilty for taking so long on my threads. 

I seriously SERIOUSLY miss this blog and I feel so bad for not being a reliable RP partner. I miss you lovely people with all my heart and I hope once my course finishes and I’m not so stressed out I’ll be able to come on here and have a ton of fun. Love you!! xoxo

[prcdiigium-blog]

❝ A magical prodigy from an early age, Li-Ming was once a standing-out pupil      of Caldeum’s prestigious Yshari Sanctum. Fully convinced she was a hero      prophesied to defeat the Legions of Hell, she left behind her teachers and      traveled the world as a renegade wizard. ❞

                                                         — a master of limitless arcane power ♛

    Independent | Selective | Crossover Friendly | Li-Ming from the Diablo Universe

[temptrcss-blog]

my dahlias muse is pretty quiet at the moment and im thinking of giving her a bit of a break. the struggle of wanting a million rp blogs

[oceanwitch]

31 DAYS OF MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURES // ↳ 6. Demons

“At the curtain’s call It’s the last of all When the lights fade out All the sinners crawl" - Imagine Dragons

[ghostsandgoblins]

[varianwrcnn-deactivated20190124]

@temptrcss

                                                  Varian has met her kind many times before, with warlocks. Without a warlock, the King doesn’t cower in the face of this demoness. “You’ve found yourself in my KEEP, Miss Demon.” Icy eyes are terribly unwelcoming as he stares her down, his fingers twitching at his sides to draw his blade. “I recommend you either state your business promptly, or LEAVE.” He was in no idle mood to even ATTEMPT entertaining a demon.

[temptrcss-blog]

“Tis’ a lovely keep, I must say.” 

The creature purred, taking her time to examine the rustic and rather hedonistic pillar of Alliance pride. Tapestries, banners, statues, trophies. A guard looked at her disaprovingly. She winked at him. 

“My King, I have come with an offer of MUTUAL benefit. You need only lend me your ear for a few moments. I promise I will be quick.”

[natussaevire]

     “You promise? Well since you asked so NICELY, why not?”

     Reaching down, his hands pulled apart the torn material covering his leg, showing off a long cut likely caused by a sword - though it was already beginning to heal.

     “Last time I get involved with a bloody PALADIN.”

[temptrcss-blog]

The Succubus giggled and ghosted the wound with fel tipped claws. Though no longer raw and dripping, it still looked painful. She would hate to see how the opponent fared.  

“I can only hope you tore the Light from their wretched heart. Might I kiss it better?”

[shamarchived-blog]

❝I do not believe you could.❞

Disbelief. Oh, how LITTLE of it Euanthe held at any time but now she was simply brimming with it. The other was but a demon, not even the male of her kin. Yet…

     ❝What would be in this for you? I know very few      demons so w i l l i n g to help mortals. There is      nothing worthwhile you might obtain from me or                               my burdens.❞

[temptrcss-blog]

Dahlias folded her arms about her chest and hmphed. She did not like this one’s attitude. Far too wise for her own good. It was insulting to be presented with the truth. The Draenei hadn’t even attempted to sugar coat her rather grating words. 

“It is little wonder your kin is in a less than favorable position, if this is how you treat others who merely offer their assistance. You’d would do well to blunt that barbed tongue of yours, my sweetling. Not all take so kindly when the worst is assumed of them.”

[warchixf-deactivated20161213]

✗ ✗ ✗ — > ”Maybe not…D’ough I be watchin yah DEMON…As long as you be here…Yah be my responsibility…For I will not let yah get yer claws on me people…” The troll stands, keeping a tight grip on his glaive whilst leaving his shoulders relaxed. He’ll be watching her.

[temptrcss-blog]

“Your responsibility.” 

Dahlias hummed. It was in the nature of a parasite to feed from its host. The Succubi was no different. Always seeking to worm her way in where she wasn’t desired. 

“How I’d love to have you as my master. So stern. So eager to punish. Hmn, it gives me tingles just thinking about it. I can be of great use, you know.” 

[moonrasia-deactivated20161114]

          Her stomach twisted into a knot and an overwhelming feeling of nausea crashed into her violently. She was aware of her ease of trust and she had been crossed many times; however, none like the one she faced in this very moment. Moonrasia now regretted leaving her beast at home to rest for the day.

          “I would rather not hurt you, demon,” Her words were forced, she was doing her best not to keel over and succumb to her sickness, “Why do this. Why now? What are you possibly after? I obviously have nothing of value.”

[temptrcss-blog]

Silly girl. She was EVERYTHING of value. Had Dahlias a modicum of conscience she might have felt sorry for the miserable soul. Sadly, she did not. One, two, THREE steps forward and her talons danced over the Elf’s flushed cheeks.  

“You poor thing. So sweet. So naive. There is no greater joy to me than watching those big beautiful eyes well up with agony. You have no comprehension of the desire and loathing I feel for you and your kin. Your SUFFERING is enough. Deep breaths darling. I would hate to see you pass out.”

[liamgrcymane-blog]

                                            The good thing about being a Worgen, he supposes, is that he’s got a higher resistance to dark magics. Her eyes were watchful, so he allowed her to watch as his amber eyes took on a wild glow. “Why don’t you perhaps take a step back, demon,” he suggests. There’s a warped overlay to his voice, a deepening there that sounded very much inhuman.

                                           “I don’t believe I invited you closer. I also know names are a rather powerful thing for your kind, is it not so?” His fingers twitch, and the twisted voice is dropped. The glow fades, and he seems relatively human. He’s only five foot nine inches, the but the male stands straight, his eyes sharp on the demoness. He’d been wary, but knowing she wanted to CAUSE trouble now wouldn’t do. “Why don’t you introduce yourself first?”

[temptrcss-blog]

“         Hmn.” Her eyes fluttered to half lidded examination, smile slipping EVER SO slightly. Dahlias did not enjoy being told what to do. He was no Warlock and thus had no prowess over her mind. Still, it would be unwise to poke the wolf, so to speak. She shifted her weight to her left hoof, hand on the crest of her hip as she took one small step back. 

“You may call me Dahlias. It just melts on the tongue, does it not? Now, are you going to give me your name or am I to name you myself? Little boy does fit rather nicely.” 

[ocustos-deactivated20161115]

The fallen Guardian eyed her as she shifted over to his side, eyes half lidded and long fingers pressed firmly up against his chin. Everything around him seemed to splinter and crack with energy, sending green veins and craters across the surface of the wooden chair in which he sat as well as the very pavement his feet were placed on.

Massive horns had long since sprouted from his brow, though they hovered along his skin instead of actually growing from the bone. Parts of his face were sunken in and the skin was poised to flake and almost rot. All the effects of the monstrous being that had taken up residency inside of him.

Slowly, he brought down his hand to cup up along Dahlias’ chin. Much more delicate than his handling of her when he had first dominated her under his power and he made sure to lightly trace his thumb nail along her lips.

       “I have a task for you, pet.” He seemingly almost purred.

[temptrcss-blog]

The Master’s touch, strange and foreign in its gentleness, dampened her nerves. Ever since those visions of ruination Dahlias had shied away from physical contact with him for fear it would happen again. Yet, here she was in this place of death { WITH HER G O D } and she was not worse for wear.

Slowly, her tense form relaxed as she closed her heavy lids and a content purring rumbled in her chest. Dahlias NEEDED his blessing; his approval. It was all a lesser minion could desire from their Master. She leaned into his touch, greedily savoring the warm ebb of Fel, and peered up at his mutated face beneath a thick fan of lashes.  

“What would you ask of me, Master?”

[temptrcss-blog]

am i the only one who has 0 muse all day but then it pops up at fucking 1am? because this is the life i lead. and to think i could have had my drafts done by lunchtime 8′)